UAE Unfettered

Wisps of grey at the temples are revealed on a particular day in a particularly hectic week. The man has no time at middle-some age to comb in the usual morning ritual of kept up youth. He rushes and consequently stumbles up and onto a higher plane of perception; a higher plane of wisdom, apparent by the sudden, less than subtle, appearance of wisps of grey at the temples.

LOOK! He’s forty five to forty nine, not thirty five to thirty nine! Zounds! The combed in ritual of kept up youth, breifly neglected this day, indicates "forthe-wisp", apparent wisdom to any and all who care to notice. The delta's in the daily dog-gone details. Durst we burst the grey-framed bubble?

So it is that the grey wisps add rather than subtract from the over all projection. Why NOT be perceived as apparently wise? Why not add to the apparent notion?

Hello, my name is Bryomaniac. Some of you may know me as Byro or By. Others of you may think you know me just simply as –maniac. Oh, would that the subtleties of unspeakable truths not reveal themselves to you so brutally, in names: halved. The rest of you really do know me as that, more than oft-times, blowhard, sarcastic bastard in your neighbourhood, in your nay bohr hoo-ud, and office cube as your less than sometimes sweet, bedroom-eyed baratone sounding, self-paced study module, host voice. To you I say nothing less than: "YO! MY PEEPS, DAWGS, yo'AHL da BOMBS DUDES!" I AM, I say again for your clarification, the people that you meet as you're walking down the street, I AM the people that you meet each daaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!

Initiating an inevitable (by human nature’s fate) junior-junior mint feeding frenzy. To bring to bear said sweet blended feast full brimmingly, just so, toward a better understanding of your direct fore & agin (against), your anticipated weak-need knee’d, knead attempt at surpassing the diaphragm-collapsing abruptness with which I will momentarily stomach punch you: my quals and XP, I herefore-to-with stomach punch you with: my quals and XP…. OOOOHAAAAA!!!! THE YOUBLEEP-PEAD BLEEEPS MA-BLEEEP KORE!!!

Gentle tribal folk, permit me but a few small blights o' tan wastage, on the respective, pristine, bright white quintessence’s of all your illustrious, industrious & meaningful careers…. Lend me your full attention PLEASE, while I stand here before you today and lean heavily upon the aid of this sanctuary of learning’s inherent ability to soak your brain with ALL that, which, I have - advertantly - left out. Bound myself, by a strict code of silence when it comes to speaking ever so convincingly knowledgeably about all those things so glaringly unknown to me as confessor to a Doctorate, or unremembered, at least, at hand, by me, (although easily covered for, under careful consideration of the blase' attitude with which I choose to refer to recent 'readings' of the amass-ed technical literature pile upon which my modern methods so freely float'n'bob), re: the subject at hand, that would indeed reach the toothpick tip of the Burj Dubai were it infact to have been built, at this time, in our given scenario. Old Mcdonald had a farm ee ay ee ay ee ay oh and on that farm he had a free and easy manner of making noise, ee ay ee ay oh, with a neigh neigh here and a hehaw, hehaw there, here a quack there a cluck, every where a ruff, meow, ee ay ee ay oh (freely float'n'bob's the idea. Now grab your partner, spin them round..., etc.).

In the meantime, getting back to the authority by which I stand up here, expounding raw menial’s meat morsels of marketable great benefit to all of you my smart dressed pyoops - morsels yet to endure the searing effect of a gruelling grilling and becoming, only then, fit for feeding to masses from high stages of life. Moving yet on, I ever so gingerly hold a Diploma in ‘Engineering Chugg-ology’ specializing in ‘knockin’em back’ from the Absolute Blue Poly-tech, the pride and pinnicle of Finland’s: ‘lacking-the-necessary-secondary-cert.and will-to-make-it-to-real-university’ education system. I hold as well, a mature student’s version of a B.Sc. in Slurrology (the science of ‘silkening’ your words) from Abysinthe U., a very land-based Research sort of University, located in anywhere BUT Old New Delhi. I earned a post grad M.Sc. from Tequila U., Mexico City, Mexico, by part-time evening courses alone, majoring in their Courvoisour XO's VSPO program, that is: philosophical and social systems engineering program. What we learned: how to continuously consider, while lying on the beach, enjoying a beautiful evening's sunset, how to build up and modify the natures of things yet unbuilt and unmodifyed in this world, then get up and do absolutely f'all about it, while earning money. And ALSO, as if that weren't taxing enough on our bold and youthful brains of the day, we learned how to continuously and willingly enter the various forms and states of being that are said to exist in 'the mist', as it were.

Oh, by the by, IAM a certified, Erin Go Bragh (& bring us six simple JD black-labels wid ya dis time me lad! Be kwik aboot id!), hangover and hurl consultant, I am too, specializing in the painless streamlining of all your organization’s chunder and chunk-blowing processes, towards an increase in the capacity to WOW even wits-end investors, I'll have you know....

Publishable? You bet your bony writer's arse it is! Get wid it den!

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big screen, nine feet away,
bright pixel, individual,
personal transistor driven
driven to deliver
multi-channel array
buckwheat Zidacoe never-never
appeared so crisp
as he did do tonight.

nine feet away,
inside the ring of speakers
part of the play
sung-spoken trippingly
on the tongue
song is sung
in my head and in my ears
tonight, found never, never land
driven easily to tears

hever-never land
oh hopeless spin on hope
tragedy exists
there's no escape
never-never land
six years old
& a simpler way through
somehow,
mom gone
dad gone,
bears
it all
on
little shoulders

and weep we
every unspent tear
metaphor slapping us
rude guilt of missed marks,
passing holds us spellbound
and finish we well too
our greatest hope and fear

hope to settle emotive depts
ought to still feel for depts
distance and time depts
distance and time depts
fade as gracefully
& knowingly
as pyotr pan
& wendy too
into never-never land