Hidden behind the poet’s mask of nom de plume Purpose being: the reader to assume, The words written, are not to presume; They are of the author’s suffering, loves, or doom
This device to severe any personal tie To salacious nature of subject that might imply; Guilt of connection, that might belie; Merit of reason- the poem written, is meant to cry
A work of fiction then one could conclude: Artificial circumstance, or meaning to extrude? Not in the least: it is mere device, Exercised to protect from guilt of vice.
the growing want, once and for all, to throw this sack of flesh covered bone into the eternal darkness of nothingness; having lost to trial of accomplishment, labelling this soul of presence to energy expended as futile, and render this life expunged: with a final sardonic smile!
With little doubt, most around the world are consumed by the onslaught of the pandemic: COVID 19. The daily increase in number of deaths arising from its seemingly relentless spread. A spread by conveyance from one human individual, to another.
Public Health officials, on all levels globally, are failing to persuade the broader public to the efficacy of the corona virus spread, and its potential lethalness with mortality reaching into the several thousands globally.
Witnessing the blatant ignorance of humanity, of all nations, ignoring the warnings broadcast through the Media; the seriousness, and potentially devastating outcome by ignoring calls for self-isolation, social distancing, and quarantine if infected; there is given, a sense of ironic, black humor to the `death-wish’ transpiring:
The bold, and beautiful array of human ignorance, on global display; when defiance to a truth to condition brings death, and sufferance their way, through ignorance to edict to obey: stay away; were it even, but for a moment on any given day.
Charting its invisible, pathogen course without human assistance, means meeting acceptance without resistance, by they whom seem persistent, to making its deathly journey consistent; and, its ultimate success: the end of Human Existence.
Anyone want to put a music score to these lyrics? Rhyming words to garner meaningful, emotional response is more often enhanced through an accompanying musical score.
On the last day of Creation, God gathered every living species of earth-born creature save for one of them: Human.
God, looking proudly outward, the murmuring echoes of all assembled, slowly hushed to complete silence.
God’s purpose, told to the gathered: ‘….excluding Human from this gathering is in order to bestow unto this one specie, a unique, talent trait meant to set them apart from all the rest of creation: the gift of wonderment; the thought of mind: to Question.’
In that moment, the multitudes gathered, broke their silence; the lush, open valley echoing their sullen, moan of disappointment.
God, reflecting a moment, feeling the unanimous reaction, once again spoke; the valley again falling silent.
God’s eyes, lit brighter than countless Suns, shouted in the loudest, thunderous voice so all would be sure to hear, crying out: ‘Be not dishearten my flock, for to you all who stand here, reverently before Me, I treasure you with an even more precious gift; theDivine Answer to the question humanity will be most consumed to answer: ‘What is the purpose to this human life? And further, you are free to speak of this, to tell every Human you encounter, and through your progeny, for all eternity.‘
God, feeling the renewed energy of goodness, joy and happiness well up from among them beckoned with cheer and reverence; `Go now! Return to the place on this Earth you call Home!’.
