Terrorist Psychopathy

They were young and audacious teen-age girls 

bored with the predictable ordinariness of life

when across an ocean there lay unpredictability

and excitement where they would be involved

in a bold enterprise inspiring fear and terror

in observers witness to the stark inhumanity

of atrocities committed against those their

target community considered expendable. A

photo showed them conspiratorially, happily

departing to an exotic destination where every day

would constitute a discovery of just how far human

boundaries could be trifled with. Destined as 

'wives' and enablers to stateless terrorists consumed

with the goal of a heaven-sent caliphate who

stormed the unready ramparts of failed nations to

threaten the world with their ravenous appetite for

uttering dire threats and carrying through to abduction

torture and slaughter, raising their young to savour

the power of life and death in gory lessons to form

character and mission. Beyond salvaging these

savage spirits prepared to portray themselves as

hapless victims with the dissolution of the caliphate

and scattering of its murderous stalwarts, plucking

at the heartstrings of gullible humanitarians prepared

to forgive and forget, on the theory that love and

understanding would prevail to remove the dark

brooding evil from the subconscious of their psyches.

Sagarmatha, Goddess, Mother of the World

Will Chomolungma still be worshipped as Queen

of the Wind and the World when she is no longer 

regally garbed in white robes whose elegance highlights

her height, breadth and royal status leading 

adventurers the world over to her Himalayan 

palace? She is the sublime Everest, all others

pretenders albeit royally magnificent in their

own right as towering emblems of the geological 

immensity and beauty of the Earth, luring those 

for whom exploration of their icy slopes and

formidable extremes becomes a search for 

their own souls sometimes left behind to linger 

and ghost the edifices that nature thrust from the

bowels of this planet. Nothing is forever not 

even the Queen of impossible heights slowly 

shedding her mantle of snow in lock step with 

a changing climate insensible to the immutable 

legendary presence of her divine spirit.

Fleeing the Carnage

It's the way the world turns on an axle

of human tyranny where a cultural revolution 

gains its traction through the elimination of 

countless unfortunates and the ascension

of a new ideology for the masses destroys 

the lives of those same victims while yet

another ideology veering in another direction 

chooses its victims carefully the end result 

quite similar, ridding the world of the existence 

of the unsanctioned. And how readily it is all 

forgotten those countless deaths before the tyrant

resumes his respected place on the throne that 

mass murder, torture, population displacement

and teeming hordes of refugees reoccupy other

spaces in other places. Memory grows dim 

refusing to focus on crimes against humanity

war crimes, genocides for it is all too, too 

mind-wearying and one must after all get on 

with life, the killers complacently picking up 

where humanity left off, fleeing the carnage.

The Nobility of the People's Republic of China

 

In all fairness to peace, justice and

human rights how is it remotely

useful to criticize China for caring 

so deeply about the well-being of its people

linked to the welfare of the Republic?

Beijing wants only that harmony

among its population becomes a reality

that the evil forces of 'splitism' become

a detested, forsworn symbol of an

unfortunately restive past. And

to that end at great expense and

fortitude against criticism from those

outside influences that will never

understand China's goal of presiding over

a population whose pride and satisfaction

with the Chinese Communist Party

endows them with happiness and joy in life

China has the great and good vision to

carry on with nothing but good faith.

Those elements within the population

who are angry dissenters given to

agitating for separation simply require

the opportunity to become re-adjusted with

an altered perspective on life's precious

opportunities. The gift of never having to

bear children, the gift of full employment

the gift of knowing that complaints

against government are both baseless and

useless. All matters fully understood and

heartily supported by the United Nations

where China has been elected to the venerable

and honourable Human Rights Council.

Au Revoir, Winter!

 

We're ingrates, that much is clear.

Still, Winter is forgiving. 

Not that he enjoys popular depictions

as a grumpy old man who refuses

to leave. He grudgingly admits

that Spring, renowned as a lovely

young woman has trumped him in

the public relations sphere but

he keeps trying. March is on the  horizon

nonetheless Winter calls upon his

elements day after day to launch new

snow events. Obtuse to the fact of

weather-fatigue that grips his public.

Where early in his reign there is rejoicing

at the first appearance of that wondrously

brilliant substance that covers the landscape

and enchants the eye as it embroiders

all beneath the sky, sensations shift the

longer Winter sustains his stay

gifting us time and again with the spectacle

of snowflakes lazily tumbling down

shifted by the wind, illuminated by the

winter sun -- oh still beautiful to be sure

but the yearning for Spring renewal

cannot be denied and the jury has

delivered its verdict: Winter must leave.

Predestined

 

I am the fulcrum of your existence

and you are the purpose of mine

from your rib intact symbiosis

Lilith and Eve to your Adam.

Your subconscious searched

and mine responded though it

could have been the reverse

for the bond so imperative the

wisp of that yearning found its place

in our very emergence from

conception to birth. You are my

soul without whom a chasm of

emptiness yawns. Our journey into

the future has been beset with

tense competition between

Lilith and Eve, each in turn

harvesting your love as you turn

to each for fulfillment and theirs

the temptress and the other

who is your mated soul.

Exuent Defined

 

The elements at nature's call

take pride of place in her

trust that they will bring to bear

all that has been entrusted to them

masters of the wind and rain

wardens of the sky and the earth

ushering the seasons to their

assigned time span and

enhancing the verities of distinctive

assignments in awakening creatures 

awaiting departure of winter's long reign

in a return to life suspended far too long

reflecting the reluctance of one

to surrender to the presence of the other

not a contest for popular acclaim

but to proffer relief from incessantly

dire conditions complicating existence 

wearying the impotent held captive

to an endless hiatus whose time has arrived

yet irascibly refuses to exit.