Elu's Place: 2016

Thursday, 14 April 2016

Unwilling

I will die someday but today is not going to be that day
The toil feels eternal, the pain immortal for it dies not
Yesterday I was a nobody fathered by a fellow nobody
Hoping for today to bring a new prefix; the tag 'former'
Instead the unruly day brings along its own suffix: 'still'
I have learnt though; we toil not in vain only in pain.
For I am told my day awaits me and not vice versa
These things we hear, these scenes we see and live
They are the kettle of dreams but life's water boils not
A match or flaming tinder? Give me fire or give me death
So yes I will die someday but Heaven no, not today.

Thursday, 25 February 2016

Trumping

This is the kind of article that makes powerful people very angry with the son of a nobody but do remember all that I am merely a humble messenger and all anger or intent to cause bodily harm should please be directed to The King whose protection I hereby invoke with all attendant privileges.

Now to the matter, it is at this time important for reasons not completely known to me but to which I nonetheless humbly defer, that I speak that which is laid upon my heart concerning the next American General elections. First, I should state that I am apolitical by nature. Politicians worldwide are generally a unique variant of human beings who lie with the boldness becoming the honest and are as hypocritical as they are adept at smiling relentlessly in public.

It is thus not in my character to involve myself in issues of partisan politics but as even the Sun makes exception for an eclipse of its brilliance by the dour moon, so I must excuse myself of my exciting routine as a penniless writer (a situation soon to be a matter past) and delve into the uninspiring rubbish heap of partisan politics seeing I hold the eternal hope of the scavenger: to retrieve precious ornaments unwittingly buried in a mountain of waste.

My subject is the fascinating gentleman known to the world as DONALD TRUMP. Those who presently oppose him may do well for themselves though by naming him Hurricane Trump because regardless of whatever brilliant schemes they put together to try and stop him; they will be blown away by his coming and the truly unfortunate among them with collateral damage to the boot.

Why do I say this? My reason is simple; some things cannot be stopped for the reason that they are meant to happen. They have transcended that which is dormant or benign in the fabric of the universe to become live wires of metaphysical reverberation. In English, they carry too much charge to be diverted or extinguished, they must see their path through to its expected end.

It is the understanding of the inevitable that helps the wise cautiously avoid towing the path of disaster. Many who today lash out with all manner of vitriol against the candidacy of Donald Trump to be President of the United States claim they would stake their lives on his inability to win election into the White House. This is a foolhardy bet, such persons will gain nothing whatsoever being on a collision course with the inevitable... it always wins.

Donald Trump WILL BE the next president of the United States and there is nothing his opponents can do about this, the script has already moved on from this act. That we have not yet witnessed it does not mean that it is yet to occur.

What opponents of Mr. Trump should be channelling their energies towards at this time should be how to constructively engage him in the task of moving their great nation forward. Perhaps there is yet room in the script to allow for this but as to the matter of who becomes the next US President; don't be counted amongst those with eyes wide open who cannot see and ears spread wide who cannot hear.

Remember, I left an exciting life to share this post, to that I crave your indulgence to now return.

Thursday, 14 January 2016

The secret of Greater-than

Greater-than was born into the squalor of a waterfront slum condemned by all as a wasteland never mind it was the only home that its impoverished occupants in their thousands could afford. This was the name his father gave to him at birth because he was overwhelmed that unto him a precious son had been born even though he owned nothing of any great value save his fishing boat and implements.

Greater-than his father named him, declaring on the tot’s behalf that he would overcome the adverse circumstances into which he had been born and rise above them to fulfil what his father believed was a great destiny.

So the child grew up in that waterfront slum, his first few years alive spent grappling with the harsh realities of one of the lowest abasements that could masquerade itself as a manifestation of life. It was his name that first drew our attention to him, a name that was as inspiring as it was provocative. His father clearly intended it to inspire him but we knew those of the darkness who the light no more was theirs to choose, would certainly be infuriated by him.

When Greater-than was six years old he rowed a canoe by himself into the deep past the point where his father had warned him never to venture for the shoreline of their waterfront home disappeared totally from view at this point. The young lad had been lured by a temptation to see beyond his father’s eyes but the intended end of this temptation was calamity. He was expected to drown submerged in a watery grave created by a simple roar of the waters.

Just before the prepared turbulence could rouse itself to claim the little boy’s life, Greater-than stood at the edge of his canoe’s head and declared to the ocean in clear voice bearing command of the first man: ALAYE KI ESU, LA ESU ALAYE KI! Those who had already started making a jest in anticipation of the child’s death were stunned beyond belief. The ocean swallowed its turbulence and brought forth great calm as it witnessed the revelation of a master of the worlds.

Greater-than spoke again, this time introducing himself properly at which time his presence was equally acknowledged by the surrounding onlookers; for if a man knows himself what power have his enemies to belittle him? The child was obviously no ordinary child but the quietness of his birth (it was not published in the stars) and the circumstances of his beginnings had deceived all into thinking that his given name was just another foolish mortal mistake to be scoffed at.

That day the one who the waters thought to consume as if he were nothing, disembarked his canoe and walked upon the waters. Greater-than the powers of the earth, sea, sky and the elementals he truly was. They presumed to make an end of his life but they only heralded its new beginning.

Know ye therefore that we the watchers who have witnessed these things herein give counsel that all be surnamed Greater-than who would do likewise in conquering the worlds before them. Let the wise understand.