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Of Man God(s) & Deities

Yes I know, it has been a while before this DUI posted his own original work. Do you think I just sit around in front of whatever electronic screen just waiting to post rants and raves?. Hello earth to kid, even we deities have lives to lead, or in my case, this gigai has a boring and mundane life to live. Yes yes, I am still stuck on this crappy blue-green mass of rock as I am yet to devise a human-friendly way to get back to my universe. For those of you who are cat curious, no I still haven’t found one, calling out to all Christian Scientists out there to come help a deity. I hope I didn’t sound oxymoronic.

Another year that you’ve all crossed over like chiasmata.. Yaay!. Big feat!. Not that I really care and all being the DUI and all.

I hear that 2016 will be a blank year in history books, not because nothing happened but human idiocy was at its highest level worldwide. Don’t even get me started. But I doubt Clio will care, she will put it down in her scrolls. Speaking of Clio reminds me of Apollo. Apollo reminds me of- no not the bloody United States of A feel free to use any obscenity starting with A- spaceship but rather, the Olympian. Olympian in turn reminds me of Olympus-not the boring movie depicting the bloody US of A- any other obscenity starting with an A will do- falling, the real Olympus: Dwelling of the Gods.

Yes we are going to discuss not in detail but superficially about gods.

Yes I know, I am the DUI and as such I am jealous of my divinity and realm, however, I am but a deity. That means there is that overall God, be it Jehovah, Allah, Krishna, Akal Purakh, Zeus, Jupiter, Amaterasu-ōmikami, whatever you sobriquet your Supreme Being. A deity is like a Count, has power over only his jurisdiction but still pays homage to the Big One. So where am I headed with this post?.

Nowhere really, its just that my gigai has a different religious path. Raised up in a strictly Christian household almost on par as the Puritans’, Mormons, Baptists but neither, a sense of spirituality was inbred in my gigai. I say spirituality and not religion as those two don’t have the same interchangeable meaning.

At times when meditating my gigai would view it’s Supreme Being as a stout old man sitting high in the clouds wearing spectacles and having that harsh patriarchal look. HE had a long white beard and even longer whiter hair on his head. HE didn’t wear a crown but my gigai would feel the power and wisdom emanating from the visualisation of HIM. Usually as soon as HE was visualised my gigai would tremble and complete morbid fear would envelop him. It lasted but a second and my gigai would quickly take a breath and channel its thoughts to other areas. Why am I bringing this up now?.

Well at exactly 25.1.2017 2049hrs this gigai had the unfortunate incident of conjuring up the Supreme Being and hadn’t it been for my-the DUI- pulling him out of that trance, I think I would be posting a different story now..

My question though is this, why has mankind always viewed gods as old men and women?. Look at the depiction of Zeus, Poseidon, Ra, Baal and others not mentioned. All are old aged men-by gods I mean the Head Honcho. Don’t get me wrong I have nothing against grey, white or silver hair but I am yet to see a Supreme Being, being personified as a hale and robust youth, with the wisdom of an old man of course. I mean Divine Beings don’t age physically as humankind does. Besides doesn’t old age always precede death at least from a human standpoint?. I don’t know if I am speaking for all the deities out there but personally I prefer being personified as a young man, because please don’t try to kill me before my time. And if history-one of the 9 muses Clio I think- serves me right, gods are rarely killed instead being locked up in dark spiritless chasms. Where according to legend mankind shall await, Armageddon, Day of Judgement, Ragnarok, The End of the World, Aharit ha-Yamim, et al- eschatology the learned shall quip.

My side?. I am the Deity of the Universe of Infinite though the (I) could be meaning something else. For now let me pen off as I have my own version of Gotterdamurung-the end of the world to prepare back in my universe. And no there shall be no gods battling or judging of humans. My UI is a real life version of the Shangri-La, Paradise, Elysium Fields.

From the DUI, man of the people, peaceful being and jealous deity, stay safe..

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Self Worth-Alpha

Waking, standing, walking sleeping,
This question makes my radar go a’beeping,
Just what is my life worth,
On this blue life-more earth?
Am I really a cog in this machinery called living,
Or just a clog, that should get the hint and start leaving?
If after all I play no part
Ţo paint the work of art
No brush strokes to the canvas do I add,
Then its really sad,
That I can’t even sing a ballad
Or strike a C minor
Note, or education C-
To prove I was taught.
Just what is the purpose of my life?
Severing is the work of à knife
Of my wrist
To complete cease and desist.
So before I truncate,
Please elaborate
Why my heart still pumps?
Though on this Highway I’m neither a pothole nor a speed bump,
A rumble strip
Nor a rise nor a dip.
I try to extrapolate
Using scatter points, a line of best fit,
But I realise I am just a misfit
A damn insignificant trickle
In this super valley that life stream flows,
So you see I’m fickle..
All I await is the scythe and sickle,
Hence my ears do not tickle,
That’s the position
Of my situation
I’m just a carication
Of Divine boredom
No difference from a glowworm
Though a correction
To that attestation
A glowworm gives forth light
So I have no right
To insult its existence
Using it as my defence..
(To be continued)

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Random Thoughts of a Nobody

Lying on my bed being philosophical,
Thinking of thoughts that are astronomical,
Relating to how I’m microscopic,
How human nature is all myopic,
In the end-oscopic actions being catastrophic and cataclysmic,
Weighing down heavily on my grey matter,
Amongst other thoughts, making me the Mad Hatter,
The asylum nutter, the one who’s brain is all Jell-o and butter,
Because even as I think up all the solutions,
They all morph into other problematic protrusions,
Like the mythical Hydra, who’s head just can’t be truncated
For in the lost’ place two are replicated.
So this makes me wonder, is it alright to give a peasant power or a poor man a country estate?
If you get my allusion, then you’ll likely understand the delusion,
Of human illusion,
Being the highest hierarchy in the so called chain of life
That only ends up in hate and strife…..

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Of Titular Titles & Annoying Nomenclature

I am a distressed deity. Reason being you humans think that my name is too special to be used (well you people say it is too hard to be pronounced) and so you decide to use titles instead.. Now I think I can get a fraction of how the Israelites’ Divine Being felt when His people didn’t use his name.. My reason though is different and definitely not religious considering I’m not in my Universe of Infinite..
BOSS: this tops my list, having a clean A.. Boss is a term used to call an employed salary person whose name you don’t know or either don’t want to know.. It is especially used to call (Home Specialised Security Agents) security guards, (Food and Beverage Conveyers and Dining Agents) waiters, (Home Specialized Botanical Caretaker) gardener.. You get the flow, basically the low end service providers.. I’m sure if you call a learned friend boss, you’ll be hauled to the nearest law court and be sued for libel, infamy, damage to personal character and degradation.. As for me, I’ll just save you a special seat in Dante’s Seven Tiered Hell..
MZEE.. Old?. Who you calling old man?. Don’t try to make me die before my time. Hmph, old indeed.. For now I don’t have grey hair on my gigai nor do I walk using a frame, nor walking stick or any other mobility unit.
KIJANA just the same as young man..
YOUNG MAN I have no qualms with being called young but when anyone is called young man it means someone is angry at you and insulting you in a polite manner.. You are being pit on the same level as a 9 year old..
SIR.. I think this is the only title that has a positive feel to it and for that reason I just can’t agree to be called sir. Yes it is respectful but yet again though I am Deity of the Universe of Infinite I am also a Man of the People; down to earth.. So calling me sir is just respecting me too much..
MISTER I just hate titles. That’s it. No other reason well… Other that the fact it makes me sound old and mature.. So never call me Mr. So and so..
MKUBWA.. Transliterated it means big. Now if you ever look at me and then call me mkubwa, just what are you implying and insinuating?. Are you trying to be sarcastic or what? If so then I just ask you to stop it ’cause I am the very essence of sarcasm and Sir Kassim is my best friend.. Call me mkubwa and I will drag you to court for size discrimination..
PROFESSOR well depending on who uses that title on me I’ll either be honoured or insulted.. Usually the Tom, Dick and Harriette who call me that do so putting my visual aids in mind and that is plain insult. The few who do so honourably know how vast my intellect is but they are just a handful so I detest that title too..
BWANA means husband and I am hitched to no evil Venetian species at the moment and also not planning to..
MZITO means heavyweight and that’s insulting me cause I’m lightweight being a deity.. Get it light weight..
BUDA now that means father. Well I do have my daughter back at the Universe of Infinite but I usually don’t preach that as a gospel. Also since it means man I hate it. Though it also sounds like Buddha and me being Deity of the Universe of Infinite I definitely don’t want to be monikered or sobriqueted another name..
So to round it all up, u have a name please use it.. After all a name is the only item that though it belongs to you, other people use it more than you do..

THOUGHTS OF AN MI6 AGENT

Usually, I give a wide berth to social issues for where I reign (Universe of Infinite) such trivial matters are……….. Well trivial. However another issue scratched horribly at my eardrums in the Phantasmagoric Idyllic Lands. It got me gnashing my teeth both at its literal and hidden meaning.. Being an MI6 (Morals Inspector) Agent as well as a man of the people; I have empathy for all classes more so the so the Venetian species.. A certain sound clip doing rounds on social media just shows the rot in your minds and hearts.. The art of being an MI6 special agent is as ancient as the first man 👨 and woman 👩.. It is an honourable occupation along with the likes of (PHD) Professional Heuristic Dispensing, (MBA) Mind Body and Astral Counsellors better known as Healers, Doctors.. No, lawyers aren’t that honourable and with the crop of current doctors…… That’s topic for another day..
As far as I am an objective thinker, I am concerned, whatever fancy that tickles Tom Dick and Harriet, all humans have equal freedoms and rights, whether in Russia, Uganda, Syria, Australia, Japan, America, for weren’t we all created equally? However, let us use those rights properly by following our inbuilt compass called morals and the map called our conscience.. the case study let us use Mollis Nimeshoka clip that I shall moniker Operation Surrender.
I am a Moral Inspector being Deity of the Universe of Infinite there are things that I just can’t condone. Yes we have the right to do what we want but let us not abuse those privileges. I log into HandPen account only to see the newsfeed filled with ‘I salenda’ crapamacallit.
This Deity has a very high sense of humour, in fact someone once told me that I laugh when a fly passes me.. However, laughing at that Mollis clip just shows the moral decay and degradation taking place in society.. Just recently there was the My Dress My Choice campaign which though ostentatiously noble was nothing more than a façade for the Venetian species to try and defend themselves and still continue with their excuses.. And no this Deity wasn’t supporting the stripping of the ladies no matter how much they skimpily dressed. That was a classic case of corvus oculum corvi non eruit.
The person who uploaded the initial file on the net really has a sick and disgusting sense of humour or no morals at all. How do you first of all record such a clip and then proudly share it? Assuming you were a third party were you actually witnessing that act and sitting back calmly sipping on your mojito?. And if there was ni third party involved then the person who initially shared this should be arrested immediately. And if it is just a sound clip and nothing more to it, then you still need to be arrested for engaging in production and distribution of erotic and pornographic material..
Let me stop attacking the perpetrator now. My next battle front is YOU! Yes you.. Why fan the flames by listening and sending/sharing the file with every Jane, Mollis and Ondiek? If you get it by mistake, delete asap and breathe not a word to anyone about it.. Should anyone mention it to you, feign ignorance or outright tell them it isn’t worth your time.. Imagine that was you in that audio clip.. Walk a mile in that person’s shoes and taste for yourself. Imagine that person was your sister, wife, mother, aunt or amy female being close to you, would you still be proud listening and sharing it?. It wont hurt to stop and think fir a few seconds before doing something, be an objective thinker like myself.. Besides, that sounds just like rape/non-consensual sex to me.. Any normal and sane human would be disgusted by such outrageous behaviour..
Now now, I haven’t called anyone Deranged Neanderthal Primordial apes….
Finally my last rant goes to the government.. Its time for it to seriously invest in technology policing heavily.. Other than cyber security for hackers and all, what about the normal Wanjiku on the street?. Of late so many gossip blogs have sprung like mushrooms that for every legitimate site there will definitely be a two gossip blogs for it. The government should have stringent rules and monitor what is being uploaded and doing rounds in its cyberspace. No I don’t mean that we should have a Big Brother Is Watching kind of government but put policies that will stop propagation of content deemed harmful. Like that story about the high school girls found in flagrante delicto in a city bound bus having Canabis sativa in their undergarments. Whoever the photojournalist was their permit should be revoked for two things: First I’ll assume that gurl was a minor so showing her face for all to see is a violation if her rights regardless of her suspected crime. Secondly why in earth would you as a journalist take a photo of the girl in the NUDE? Isn’t that sexual crime?. This are the times u say that earthlings really need to re-evaluate themselves. I would have helped along that line but we haven’t yet established diplomatic relations with any earthly country so it will be light years before that happens.. However I will lend you my knowledge when needed for they say castigat ridendo mores.. Stay happy and be safe..
Until next time:
From a Concerned Being; An Objective Intellectual Introvert; , MI6 Agent, Deity of Universe of Infinite yet Man of the People..

Bigfoot in Andes

South, North, West and East

In this jungle lies a beast

It roars and tramples on the ground

Its footsteps make hardly a sound

Its appearance is so scary

That even the field mouse won’t be wary.

It’s deadly paws cause quite a gash

Though through the underbrush

It will dash

If it hears the war sound clash.

When other animals spot it, it trembles

And if it were possible it would grovel

To avoid confrontation

And the feeling of consternation

Welling up deep inside

As it finds a cave to hide.

This wild animal

That aint a Hannibal

But a three year old at the carnival

Who’s lost his parents at the festival

Is just me

And that is the way things will be

The Line-up

He looked around,
His eyes darted from face to face,
His ears ready to get the shocked sound,
No one moved no one flinched,
No eyebrow shook no finger quivered,
Yet he knew beyond all doubt,
The person was here and he would find him out,
Tightened his trouser,
Touched the 1st’s arouser,
It shrank but the man didn’t shiver.
The next objected,
And he was subjected,
To brutal handling.
The 3rd stood still like a post,
It was touched but no response,
She was brought but NO!! It lay limp.
Frustration build up,
As he moved to the 4th.
The British cursed and spat,
The African cussed and slapped- the Brit in his mind..
He looked at all and send them back,
Tomorrow was another day to get the lad.
He looked at his daughter
His eyes ready to slaughter
The nigga who defiled her..

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