Dread Poets Sobriety

Good day, dear readers and friends! It is, as always, an honour to have you here. Let’s jump right into things.

The state of the world sure seems rather, err, chaotic(?) of late. It feels as though humanity have once again chosen the darker timeline. The shadow looms large so to speak, and there is absolutely nothing I can do about it. That is difficult to accept. One sees injustice and dreams of divine remediation and yet powerlessness is the reality. Over almost everything anyway. There is this space right here for instance, the smallest morsel of a gift I may offer.. [On those grounds a brief housekeeping matter… I’ll no longer be posting a donation link at the bottom and have cancelled the active recurring donations. This project is officially intended as a gift, a blessing with no expectation or desire of monetary reward. I could never adequately thank those who have donated through the years, particularly considering the subpar post frequency. So, I thank you one more time. Your generosity demonstrated the base principle of humans helping humans, something we seem to have lost touch with, myself included. And it warmed the heart of this calloused cynic. But I digress…]

Anyway, let’s get to the meat. Though, to be fair, it is mostly fat today. Bit of gristle maybe. Definitely has the potential to get stuck in your teeth and irritate you later, make you chew on it a bit longer, then spit it out in revulsion. This analogy is ludicrous and really should be deleted. Anyway, our poem today is another one of those, “I started this as a mental exercise and it somehow turned into a sort of poem?” type deals.

So, take a breath, prep your mental bongos, and please keep your hands and feet inside the ride at all times. There are no emergency exits.     

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“Rhythm and Boos (Atrophy)” Feb. 25, 2024.

Indignantly monologuing

Malignantly demagoguing

Interspersing radically  

Reimbursing centrality 

Isolation never-ceasing 

Actuation ever-leasing 

Resolution evasively 

Revolution pervasively 

Detrimental penalty-phase 

Consequential revelry daze

Encompassing abolition 

Malfunctioning apparition 

Spiritual awakening 

Satirical vacationing 

Destination implacable

Education retractable 

Finality condescending 

Banality never-ending. 

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Did you like it? I do not. It’s too rigid and fatalistic. Nothing is set in stone and even then, stones are smashed every day. Erosion brings down mountains, we CAN realign our stars. The deck may be heavily stacked and it can feel like we don’t even hold any cards, but today I choose hope. I choose love. Tolerance, patience, humility and respect. Am I good at that? Goodness no. But I’ll keep trying. [How many soap boxes can one guy stand on in such a small period of time? Jeez.] Just trying (and often falling short) to do the next right thing. Life is the trip of a lifetime. All sales are final, absolutely no refunds. Every ticket gets punched.

I think that’s more than enough gutter preaching from me. Thank you so very much for your time and attention. It is an absolute privilege to have you here and I wish you truly well. Whatever it is- keep trying, you are enough, you are welcome, you belong.

You are loved.

Happy Trails and Waggy Tails,

Alex Blaikie