Par for the course...
ironically very small figurative gulf
between dictatorship and democracy
latter ala carte courtesy
bourgeoisie versus prolétariat.
Political infighting bickering throwback
to being in kindergarten.
I (a deplorable humiliated basket case)
feels appalled, dismayed, horrified,
maddened, and scared to be part of human race
witnessing politicians -
read Trump's ugly mudslinging,
infighting, excoriating, bickering...
analogous to overgrown preschoolers brawling,
no insult intended
for responsible two, three, four.... year old kids.
Candidates who badmouth their opponent(s)
want for classical modus operandi
to finesse impasse - with civility,
humility, maturity, suavity,...
nevertheless revilement arises
eliciting aversion, thus declination
to desist casting a ballot and not to vote,
a stance I endorse
thus without much neigh saying,
one lone wordsmith prefers to elect a horse
such as Mister Ed
hands down (fifty four) yours truly
with no myth take dear extraterrestrials
this prisoner of Zenda -
me begs to be abducted
far away from the outer limits
of the twilight zone,
where dark shadows
loom and weave along the edge of night
(cuz this Norwegian
bachelor farmer wannabe)
plus a teetotaler to boot
cannot find peace on earth.
...And if I ever lose my mouth
and my teeth
(to late for that, cuz I wear dentures)
souse and Norse
Oh if, I won't have to talk
about gods and goddesses
who belong to two major clans:
named Æsir and Vanir. Odin, Frigg,
Thor, Loki, Balder, Hod,
Heimdall and Tyr
the most elevated representatives
of Æsir and known
as the main gods:
for your edification
the most popular Norse goddesses are
Freyja, Idun, Frigg, Skadi, Sif, and Hel.
Impossible mission to scuttle
out of the danger zone
(even with protection of divine
aforementioned Scandinavian pagan spirit -),
nor pagan gods/goddesses from other civilizations
to bear witness hope for mankind
no matter left holding
the larger part of furcula i.e. wishbone
nor doth sizable rock of ages exist
to carve my unwieldy epitaph on tombstone.
Today...I wanna walk with heavenly angels
to escape a potential dystopia
harkening ever louder heralding
narcissistic and solipsistic megalomaniac.
All my life, this mortal found himself preoccupied with death. No, not morbidly fascinated, but merely intrigued with imagining lifelessness. Odd...so many close brushes with the grim reaper, yet obviously never did yours truly succumb to an untimely demise. More so, a stronger inclination being among gratefully dead souls awoke, particularly as one after another anniversary sped by (at what seemed an uptick in frequency) marking mine uneventfully humble garden variety birth. Fear not permanent cessation of consciousness, an oft repeated phrase (in one variation on a theme for Paganini or another) within this mind fully inquisitive person. Though oy (vey) gully leaned heavily toward atheism, some spiritual dimension within seventy inch plus bonafide frame, nonetheless harbored ethereal evocations, fixations, intimations... regarding that enigmatic, illusive, undefinable je nais sais quois incorporeal essence. How far removed from consciousness (bajillion miles or more), that instant segway from life, yet... gravitational lore inescapably enshrouded every cell constituting (I declare) run the mill corporeal being. While livingsocial impossible mission to experience (let alone describe) amorphous nebulous, tenebrous divide (simultaneously hair line and utterly infinitely profound between existence and mortality. Everyone doomed to die, which linkedin end date prefigured when calculus of conception begot minus any unexpected violent left handed monkey wrenching dislocation. Though aware longevity will inevitably cease, (whether thru horrible snapchatting tragedy, or natural senescence), an internal reflexive recoil away from rigor mortis automatically predominant within millennial legacy of various and sundry peoples swelling rank civilizations and their discontents. Promise to attain, unattainable, unimaginable, unthinkable... chronological centenary plus milestone today (date of tapping out slapdash doordash missive heavily sprinkled with balderdash August ninth two thousand and nineteen) exceeds by leaps and bounds brutish, nasty and short (Hobbesian) tenuous allotment of infinitesimal time back in the day of Neanderthal Man. Without shutterfly of doubt within whirled wide webbed schema of natural phenomena, average amount of years one can enjoy existence pales in contrast to the vast incalculable geologic ages that elapsed prior to appearance of present primate. Difficult and mind boggling to attempt comprehension how epochs (comprising countless eons) etched within terrestrial firmament. Prior to amalgamation of planet Earth (and/or other solar bodies), the cosmos prevailed with much more than fifty shades of gray matter. Speculation asserts the universe may expand and contract untold instances. Each manifestation of organic and/or chemically constituted inorganic material repurposed manifold occasions. I (nor anyone else) cannot (dis)prove such conjecture, but the array of substantial physical evidence attests to former living entities at least on this oblate spheroid. Revelations foretold within saga of bedrock validate Flintstone cartoon incorporation some degree of verity. Animation licensed portrayal and betrayal even an iota of verisimilitude. Superimposition of purported "terrible lizards" (other than those loathsome teachers of yore education) most unlikely inhabited terrestrial plane nsync with proto humans. Most likely the former preceded the latter upon the then virgin global stage by immense unfathomable magnitudes bracketed by millenniums to the nth power, where n being an impossibly large number. Said scads integer beyond mine feeble intelligence. Nonetheless awareness prevails, wherein thinking myself integrated (as an itty bitty chitty chitty bang bang teensy weensy) carbon component elicits humility. Rather than entertain delusions of grandeur (figuratively reed Donald Trump), the outsize role of mankind (Homo sapiens since...way before Bubba's Zayda to another inconceivable exponential power), yours truly downplays the supremacy of twenty first century simians. Rather all species ought to revel in their own valuableness to themselves. Naturally thee self anointed heir/heiresses apparent over entire dominion (comprising gamut of flora and fauna, whereby scads of animals and plants quickly being decimated against steep odds) populate niche environments. Though veritably modest (and not superior to another creature large and/or small), I also concede feeling anonymously insignificant among avast ever burgeoning swarming sea of humanity. Billions of other similar bipedal hominids drown out the relevancy regarding one measly babbling, hobbling, and jabbering fluke of the universe. Worthiness does arise when alone within mine emotional wilderness. Solitariness buzzfeeds capital one cerebrally driven easy going fitbit human. He takes especial pride without prejudice improving his sense and sensibility if for no other purpose than expanding cognitive horizons indomitable against pride and prejudice. What dogs such flickr ring of allotted enlightenment arises from very limited tenure to enhance awareness of self within world wide web. An ecstasy of sorts prevails merely upon gleaning words courtesy of dictionary. Rather humdrum (as symbol eye zed by innumerable combinations from scant twenty six letters) enthralls me. Ah...so minimal number of decades to amass knowledge (simply for passion of learning - at manageable pace) irks this wordsmith greater than the fear of becoming deceased. Try as hard to scrunch brow, nary a handy dandy blues clues ability to shake off such rankling engendered by senescence and eventual cessation.