MASTER OF THE UNIVERSE®
Original, thought-provoking fictitious poetry
Masterminded by Donna J. Fennel.
First publication on October 17, 2004. Revised on April 29, 2006.
This is NOT about a real person. A humorous element lurks here..
This man's edict does not inevitably predict our planet’s destiny.
Accept this as my parody of one owning a character of disparity.
Know this tavern tale portrays my personified perception ~
Of a man, whose appearance brims of masterful deception.
Alone in the crowd, his stance is shadowy and shrinking ~
While he watches and wonders what our society is thinking.
It is true, the lot of us knew not what he venerably views ~
For congregation observation is how he compiles his clues.
He professes and guesses he carries a burden of weight ~
'Pon his shoulders of world, whom he venerates or berates.
Alas, all recognize not what formidably festers in his mind ~
For he finds his illusory mask is task to pretend to be kind.
And when he views mankind, he sees monsters all 'round ~
As demon legions in regions, aliens and beasts to impound.
This majesty of trickery deems to be a master of martyrdom ~
Proclaiming to be metaphysical deity in our mortal kingdom.
Whose dream is to scheme our cultural community diverse ~
Lo, little does one know this curse may become our hearse.
O, I truly believe and grieve he could reign our universal nest ~
For his recent guest has professed he is a metaphysical guru
Whose mystical powers could possess our planet, I impress ~
Alas, if and when this does occur, we will become a blur, true.
She also told me often this man can read a person’s thoughts ~
Owning omnipotent powers to prevent an accident or life loss.
For he professes to be merely guest, living in this present time ~
Having been reincarnated from Far Eastern dynasties sublime.
And he elects to don the disguise of a solitary, sedentary mole ~
As a sentinel, living in the Harmony wilderness of hills and knolls.
Yet one must not get too close, for he may swallow them whole ~
As his serpentine way evokes foray to prey 'pon innocent souls.
His knowledge of the planets, constellations and distant galaxies ~
At first, left me in awe and mystery, this authority on astronomy.
Yet now I honestly wonder if he has visited this astral aphelion ~
Or, per chance he is an alien sent to warn men of Armageddon?
He boldly proclaims to know future of man's domain and destiny ~
And how a soul can become free through enlightenment spiritually.
O, my mind has a tendency to wander, while this enigma I ponder ~
Has he been reincarnated through history as adversary or enemy?
His piercing blue eyes sometimes gaze into a fixed catatonic stare ~
While I am visiting his lair, seeing soulfully he is not always there.
Evoking a scare, he claims to astral project during waking hours ~
Especially while driving, which truly typifies his persuasive powers.
Alas, such a mystic mystery lives among us in heavenly Harmony ~
This man, who confesses to be a Tibetan Dali Llama from history.
Was he reborn to save humankind from falling from God's grace ~
Or is he a demon disguised, planning a surprise to destroy our race?
Tho he proclaims to never judge his brethren, acting as our Reverend ~
Towards us, saying it is our "Higher Power" we are to serve and trust.
Yet, ironically, he does not refer to this omnipresent being as "God" ~
Upon our unsuspecting sod. Will he eventually wield his wicked rod?
A woeful wind whispers 'midst Harmony’s innocent hills and knolls ~
While mountain hollow grimly howls, echoed by hoot of horny owls.
Fostering a fear in hearts of all living here, while this evening grows ~
Air is cold, as dimming day foretold the Hell lurking in this Earthly bowl.
Tho current weather portends ensuing winter snows are waiting turn ~
To enter what we perceived as our lair of care, will we someday learn
That perhaps during this beckoning new age, mankind will be forsaken ~
When our Master of the Universe and the Riders Four shall awaken.
Lo, this man of good and evil duality defies our dimension of reality ~
While he professes, so laconic, that we be cleansed through his colonics.
Who is to say our condition is chronic, requiring his regimens or tonic?
His toxic injection might be an infection, or convection from one demonic.
In days of yore, when the Celestine realm harbored all powers that be ~
I suspect this Master would resurrect intermittently throughout history.
O, I wonder if the Master of the Universe’s discourse is of Divine force ~
Perhaps he is the cosmic force that will lead us on a harmonious course.
Alas, it behooves me to imagine that this man of metaphysical passion ~
Would possess the potential to obliterate or protect, whichever he elects.
"Maheshwar" he was dubbed by Tibetans, "Master of the Universe" ~
The Enlightened One, fated to save us in the cosmos and stellar purse.
And it just may be our destiny that he will serve and protect our colony ~
Here, in our hamlet of Harmony, where all life was ordained to be free.
I wish I knew this man who proclaims his messages are that of truth ~
Yet it scares me to think he might be here to ensure we become extinct.
Per chance on a moonlit eve, this Master will summon desire to leave ~
Our evolving community of immunity, and for this we will not grieve.
I pray someday his heart of stone will bite the bone, returning home ~
Towards the realms from where he came, so our society will stay sane.
I believe he was truly borne from the torrid, tempestuous tides of yore ~
Striving to rule our planet once more, which he does eternally explore
Through the vortices of time and space, planning to make this either ~
A better place, or perhaps induce the eventual extinction of our race.
He will either lead us or deceive us, depending upon cosmic decision ~
With precision and admonition, he chooses to conceal his true identity.
Yet he lives here in our community, and I trepidate when he is near ~
My fear was uncovered the moment I discovered he came from eternity.
As in his days that were, he now plots and plans to stir and not deter ~
Either harmonious unification or devastation, usurping our universe.
And tho he is a man of mockery and mystery, I know this to be real ~
Once he completes his mission, our souls he will either steal or heal.
Must one who appears shameless be rendered by us as blameless?
Alas, I pray that he is out of humankind's way come Judgment Day ...
©2004-06 Donna J. Fennel, Owner of Donnadreamland. All rights reserved®.
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