means double-step
or two-step in English
The cobblestones
are our cheerleaders
on the uneven footing
of “a life half-lived”
No one is watching
as I lead you down the dirty streets
made clean by night
and romantic lighting
Everything is finding its ending
tonight
I know how your feet transfer weight
over stones
when you are tired
and trying to make your woman happy
I choose you
everyday
and I will dance badly
and call it romance
for a better artist to illustrate
The reflections of
your broken mirror
are more distorted
than you know
You wear your
true colors
on your sleeve
& they show who
you really are
I see your scars
& your pain
along with the regret
that hides with
your shame
Your feigned
indifference to the
pain you cause others
doesn't hide a thing
It brings your true
nature to the surface
automatically & not
in a casual way
Your purposeful acts
graphically illustrate
the self hate you
bury deep
What's on display?
That weak inner child
weeping & dying to be
heard so badly
that it screams
Lashing out
in attempts to be seen
only highlights your
recessive traits
Your aggressive verbs
define your pronoun
as it relates
to the whole
The hole you continue
to dig only gets deeper
but if that's the goal
kudos to you
What is that mirror
reflecting back?
Broken versions
of you
a truth that you
obviously don't see
If you did you'd
free yourself from the
illusion of what you think
you wanna be
If i see it
be sure that
others do as well
even if they don't show
or tell you
Could pray tell
these words be the
missing pieces
your broken mirror
wants to show you?
stop connecting
dinner plates.
There is no room
for nourishment
or meaning.
Forget dessert.
I will be there.
Let me dance naked.
I will be raw
and incorrect.
I am full of manic
mannerisms
and dramatic
gestures
that dance,
however desperately.
Tomorrow
I will edit
the imperfections.
Today,
let it be
in the uneaten peas
on a plate.
The errors
illustrate me.
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word in the fuss
where spoken on day one
they knew these words would be heard again
and in dispute they
were spoken loud enough
to illustrate the frustrations of
" Hedonistic Relationships"
when the source of there togetherness dried up
they were left longing and wanting
and both in need of a love based relationship
that was decent and supportive of one another.
each word heard like the first day they meet.
a churning storm that destroys
as it nutures.
The drought was releived by the storm, the storm
destroy things along it's path.
People profited from such misforutune.
Proud and Ethereal
It is impossible to illustrate to you
It is impossible, no chance to live with you
No, the remembrance can’t live without you
Distance, wide, so far unattainable life with you
Hmm. You love this painful situation. Love it you
Get it, eat it, drink it! Enjoy it! You. An ethereal proud
Cruel and Ethereal. Sometimes, all the time, you are a mind
Yes, on mine. All are time. Hmm. This is the gift of my pure love
This is the gift to my yearning heart,
but I feel I recognize my coming past
Coming past. Departed, arriving. Comes. The cruel gift to a yearning heart
I don’t blame you. Don’t. Never. My heart prays to you and sings only to you
I want to lose this heart. It wants and needs you. Suffering creator. Ethereal Cruel
Too often when you ask someone
who they are?
they give you titles and labels
which are actually subpar
you are more than just someone's
father, uncle, aunt or mother
there is much more to you than just being
a sister, a niece a nephew or a brother
I am a seeker of truth, an observer of choices
and I dwell in God's light
I am defined by my values, my morals
and I walk by faith and not by sight
my moral code, my set of values,
my standards, and my convictions.
these are the crucial elements
that determine my individual predilections
who are you?
how would you describe yourself?
do you mention your education
or do you tell of your wealth?
who are you?
what is your self-characterization?
do you illustrate your talents
or elucidate on your associations?
I am defined by my values, my actions
and my willingness to grow
to be curious and wanting to learn
all that I need to know
I am defined by how I treat
and interact with others in my life
I offer acceptability, kindness, compassion
and move in the ways of Christ.
So who am I?
I am a disciple of Christ,
a gentle loving human being
more than just some man's wife
In the bitter museum the past is on parade
in postures of reproach. Vast corridors
display a thousand ways of being ashamed
and illustrate the progress of despair.
Behind their glass, the mannequins of once
exhibit all the wealth of worlds now gone,
and frozen in their accusatory dance
the avatars of loss are labelled Done.
In the bitter museum extinguished dynasties
of hope set forth their monuments, inscribed
in that dead language, laughter. Vanished breeds
of joy are shown, regretfully alive.
The relics seem so real they almost leer.
In the bitter museum the dust is streaked with tears.
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Lucid Explanations For Living
Luminous virtuosity that lies dormant all your life
Numerous animosities that combine to form violence and strife
Curious curiosities for the emperors fifth wife
Numerous generosities that involve the back stabbing of a knife
Automatically mistaken for another person by someone you love
Biographically misshapen by the author as the truth is left out to the shove
Colour-graphically laden by the images of heaven from above
Instamatically forsaken by the grapevine from a dove
Elevations of inspiration cascading from the moonlit horizon
Revelations of observation parading bright without the lights on
Celebrations of invocations that serve only to enliven
Collaborations of confirmation that momentum forms only to syphon
Elucidate the concept as you illustrate the notion
Repudiate the precept while you hover above the ocean
Rejuvenate the incept as you maintain the sincerity of your devotion
Recuperate the sunset while you transpire without commotion
By Elizabeth Moroz Copyrifht 2025
Wake up
Time to write
You have always dreamed about writing
Turn your dream into reality
Writing keeps the mind sharp
It doesn’t mean avoid and depart
Share your experiences and instances
Impact on your life
You do fit in
Just need a push to begin
Not complex, just simplicity
Every day words are circling through your head
Just get out of that bed
Here’s your opportunity to show your writing side
Your mind will provide
Sit down and compose
Your mind will lead
That’s what it takes to proceed
Participate and see
Encouragement coming from me
You have the writing talent
Just scare to illustrate
Writing is worth the appreciate
Give it a try and associate
Your words and sentences will thank you.
We thought it novel
And somewhat appreciate
We filled number ten cans
With motar like bricks
To be walls in our off-grid
Septic tank.
We put in a slab
Then stacked the # tens
With mortar and rebar
Layer by layer until they
We're above ground level
And than we made
Ah frame and used a canvas and rebar
To make the durable top
This was our solution to
The pricey alternative
Using a laser to ensure
Accuracy we stacked til
The job was done
I wore my tight fittin booty
Shorts and a thong
To attract enough men
To be attracted to the chore
I served bbq and drinks
to tease them enough
We finished in two days
After the tasks and laboring
I let my husband make me pregnant
To illustrate the job was done
Ya'll come back for the fall party
It's sure to be ah swangers treat
Thanks all
Sincerely
Mrs. Gotta Hard
Down Strawberry Lane
"Whink and Ah Smile"
We thought it novel
And somewhat appreciate
We filled number ten cans
With motar like bricks
To be walls in our off-grid
Septic tank.
We put in a slab
Then stacked the # tens
With mortar and rebar
Layer by layer until they
We're above ground level
And than we made
Ah frame and used a canvas and rebar
To make the durable top
This was our solution to
The pricey alternative
Using a laser to ensure
Accuracy we stacked til
The job was done
I wore my tight fittin booty
Shorts and a thong
To attract enough men
To be attracted to the chore
I served bbq and drinks
to tease them enough
We finished in two days
After the tasks and laboring
I let my husband make me pregnant
To illustrate the job was done
Ya'll come back for the fall party
It's sure to be ah swangers treat
Thanks all
Sincerely
Mrs. Gotta Hard
Down Strawberry Lane
"Whink and Ah Smile"
Fuscus Belcanto
the "exemplum"
interupted the scene when
the instructers
trow biscuits at the fatter
people to illustrate to the healthier people
how a fatter people responds to certain things.
When they changed to yeast rolls
one instructed stood in the way
to get the first of the warm
treats. This made the fatter people
to think this person suported there point of view, he didn't
and doing the discussions afterward
the people who liked the yeast rolls out numbered the
people who liked the biscuits.
But they were asked to do a summation
to create phrases that
could be used tin a song. The song was meant to be sweet
and the Cantrix was already
signed to a contract
they just needed a song
thats way they did this to these people.
From the Book Fat Shamed
or Phat Shamed
By Decressia Mennis
of Flourboard Expressions
The Hot water will spoil the
your plans if it aint the right temperture
… do you love me, woman
it is cloudy in this street
as that sandalwood perfume
stretching between our arms
here everything of it is gone
with the floods and good
you are the only tree left behind
and love is the dewdrops
even the axe that cuts them
into pieces, remains a noble soul
falling slowly from the last leaf
to the bare ground of mire
somewhere in the mist behind the bridge
a brain is smouldering with the request
to return this soul
to its former position
and retains its fragrance
in the trap, unaccompanied
thinking about a lover is sweeter than kissing
because love is not feeling
and I cherish that moment in itself
when I am alone but through a subsequent passage
that’s why I illustrate
your perfume filling the dig we create
woman, do you still love me
I’m one of the connexions, though really why
it should be, after all, is none so apparent
your body is a cloth I wear
in this cold weather I’m
struggling with my broken left leg…
Angelic Sulphur
Angelic sulphur streaming downward on a glistening ray of light
Essence of daybreak imbues a radiant effigy of hope
Culmination of atmospheric shimmering and sky bound illuminations leave me in awe of such blue yonder
Firmaments of peace lay beneath the majesty of a fig tree
And a brimming overwhelm captures my soul as the beauty borders on profound
My communion with the breaking sunlight has left me with a fervour
For all the compliments that natural beauty simply cannot be found in mankind
Reluctantly my soul and I depart and head back toward the bleak cityscape
Thunderous clouds of polllution illustrate my growing unease
Another burden appears as the skyline quickens with buildings
And the angelic memories from the morning light persist as if telling me there is a home beyond this man made abomination
I wake to the desert, talking to the wind;
its voice is dry and muffled.
Sand cuts my skin as I walk;
nowhere feels like a place I belong to.
The seeming figs glow like a distant fire.
My feet are melting with every step I take.
I lose my balance when I stride;
I am surprised as the light darkens me.
Flames whirl at the edge of my sleep.
Dolores remains there, carrying fragments in her hair.
She murmurs, "Take care of my loved ones".
I turn around, but her stare does not leave me.
Water is only a mirage in my eyesight.
I watch their tiny faces drowning in silence.
I choke my breath as I consume the grime;
I confront myself, saying, "They cannot die".
They illustrate that the truth awaits at the edge.
My fist holds a gun, empty and cold.
Comfort lies in lying down and forgetting:
where living means losing myself in the unknown.
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