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Determine type of instance
Right for the relation
What's signifyer
What's determinant
What's this
Determine context
And the laws within it
To achieve the proper judgement
And that
Miss,
Work produced by you
Is Isn't bad
I am official government
The only the processor
I am guarding
All the real values
Of the world
I's probably that I am not explicitly eternal
Or ideal
But neither am I young
Nor really old
My seal
Insignia
May not be violated
While Army phishing from the ambush
For the frauds
The engineering shall be not existing
For the competition
These are wildfires combat drones
These combat droughts
ETC ETC
The order
Shove up you as*h*le, as*h*le
All your stupid bots
I am of all the misconducts of yours aware
You should have better thought
The stupid human app or human bot
Because
It isn't really you who is the power
And guilty found you on basis of the facts
And not due ugly theater of humans
How shall be executing I
These Acts
I can select scant options
available among figurative
menu of life (mine) case in
point, this ordinary day (July
10th, 2019) typifies small
number routine prospects
regarding how I will while
away hours, cuz restrictions -
circumscribed, linkedin,
predicated by sought hade
curried parameters incorporating
genetic propensities inscribing
mental, physical, and spiritual
potential random talents bestowed
upon yours truly in tandem
with environmental factors
during childhood (upbringing,
middle class household income,
homogeneous Caucasian
neighborhood...), plus outcomes
wrought by countless decisions
(unfortunately usually, lapsed
deadline determinant and/or
nonpositive avoidance behavior -
identified as passive aggression
by mother dearest, she passed
away 14+ years), since...tender
boyhood age, when volition
allowed, enabled, and provided
restrained freedom (limited by
parental approval until arbitrary
18th birthday), thus this moment
essentially represents rapid
flowing confluence regarding
cumulative outcomes, whereby
nexus (Lexus) of one outcome
determined possibilities for next
situation till present, which
narrow bounds straitjacketed
alternatives to utilize liberty
productively, i.e. cultivating
strengths finding this garden
variety baby boomer (crying
the blues) frittering time courtesy
non beneficial trivial pursuits,
which tellingly (no surprise)
did not bring happiness to this
life, where loose analogy being
imprisoned since essentially
majority (default) actions not
serve best interests (mine),
though recently conscious
proactive effort to hone writing
bred thru existence as bookworm.
I conclude non jarringly tipping
figurative hat to Fiona Apple,
The Idler Wheel Is Wiser Than
the Driver of the Screw and
Whipping Cords Will Serve You
More Than Ropes Will Ever Do.
With no more than a handful of tired genes,
It seems, thou hast not much time to mend ways,
O rid thy blinkers in the rest of days,
Long have ye played lead roles with meagre means,
Ye can’t strut around once the curtain calls,
Ye get dumped to life's dustbin, all extinct,
Act O Dense Head, ye had had enough hint,
Biology or gender, can’t be false.
From being gender determining male,
Beware, from Y to why stand but few steps,
Hurry, the race is running last few laps,
Nature has made up mind to drive last nail,
And if not red, the signal’s clear orange,
Miss it and done is Nature’s red revenge.
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The Y chromosome (the determinant of male sex) made up of 1400 genes earlier has been reduced to only 45 genes (three percent) and is still depleting, as per research. In the next five million years it would be defunct as dodo. But one can guess: Man would think, ah five million years, plenty of time to twiddle! (In reality, there is very little that man can do. But despite his bravado, male is quite vulnerable vis-à-vis female of the species. This sonnet makes fun of him.)
Sonnets (Tongue-in-cheek)| 01.07.2009 |
Meandering Rhythmic Transformations
Imbued by ink attuned to think before my ships about to sink
Reviewed hues of too much to soon leave room for Fred Astaire to croon
Previews of life lived without strife illuminated throughout the night
Subdued reflections of abject detections of realistic injections of true insight
Humility among the labrynths of disguise and misdirection
Tranquility to light the incense of revised prophetic intention
Sensibility to tread lightly in the pretense of denied phrenetic invention
Flexibility to endure the fight among the immense defiant heretical condescension
Correlations of the logical rational minds forming a position to enunciate from
Calculations of the mathematical refines that perform and elucidate their equations upon
Evaluations on the chronological history of mankind to repudiate their names among
Illuminations of an unkempt mind in cosmological separation
Contradictions of emotion pouring through the construct of a screen
Writing fiction as a proponent of the writers written dream
Benedictions of the monks who disown it all while inside they scream
Jurisdictions of the core components of a hideous crime scene
Firmaments of beauty streaming down from the twighlight sky
Permanent polluting brings a tear toward my eye
Determinant souls computing of a man about to die
While the Impermanence is convoluting as the Buddhist nun lets out a sigh
Conspicuous connotations from another superficial influencer
Ridiculous observations that bring official condescenders
Ambiguous abdications from a heavyweight contender
Insideous aberrations from someone trying to defend her
Monumental renditions of a classical concerto
Experimental competitions reading out loud Dante’s Inferno
Elemental inquisitions leaning toward a place where they can only say No
Transcendental acquisitions take me where the river of knowledge seems to flow
The End Elizabeth Moroz Copyright
Blood is red for vibrant,
Beating and in time,
Rhythmical with vitality,
Resounding in spark and shine.
Zestfulness depends on your blood,
Having it and living by its pump,
With transports plasma around the body,
To clot when cuts scare and could stump.
The zeal we get from red blood cells,
Save from Anemia, Malaria and Sickle cell disease,
And when too many white blood cells accumulate,
Leukaemia damages our tissues, the sleaze.
The heart is rightly denoted,
As the centre from which emanates love,
The essence of the person,
The call that you shouldn’t be above.
The colour red is spritely,
Vibrates energy and drive,
A dynamism which supersedes,
The dirge that sometimes thrives.
When you see an icon,
A symbol, logo or picture,
That's covered in the colour red,
Just remember its derivation structure.
You could say that blood was made red,
By god, coincidence or accident,
But I think that red is the colour of blood,
The true precedent and determinant.
one day a cargo ship lost control
and crashed into a busy commercial pier
the determinant cause of the accident
was a lack of daily maintenance and care
for when things don't get the proper care and maintenance
an accident might occur, a possible catastrophic event
as everything man-made has a work safety history
accidents don't usually occur serendipitously
for anything to stay in good working, it requires a routine of daily care
like when It comes to worshipping The Living God, we must always be aware
that God gave us His daily bread, He provided us with a most glorious meal
a feast that we should dine upon until The Holy Spirit becomes in us instilled
don't think that going to church one day of the week you will get you spiritually fit
for there is no fast formula nor remedy you can take in order to get the Holy Spirit
what true worship can do for you
just look at any faithful Christian man
see how The Lord has worked in his life
then you might begin to understand
that living daily in the presence of God
will cleanse your heart and occupy your mind
true worship of The Living God
is a daily supper on which to dine
your salvation is in The Lord's hands
He's in control of everything
your situation is also dependant on God
plus what to the table that YOU bring
there is no short cut nor a quick fix
if you want The Living God to be in the mix
so maintain your spiritual fitness
stay fined tuned with daily prayer
and a heart that is true
meditate daily on the Living Word
and see what true worship can do for you
I
have
been living
in this North American
Culture
for
much too long
Too often
do we WHINE
about
such
MINISCULE PROBLEMS
that
we miss
the big picture
Let us
be able
to
pull
away
from
our such extreme CENTRIC views
and
extend our viewpoints
and
we will
SEE
what
really
is the true definition of Difficulty
I am
Appalled
by
Life
IN
third world Countries
where
but a simple sip
of water
COULD
be the determinant
of
life and death
and here I sit
worrying
about
NOTHING
How did we
let
this get
so FAR
How did
we get
into this rut
this saftey zone
Prisoners in our own minds
but we
hold
the KEY
Never rest
to save
the restless
Move along
or they
will be
breathless
Form:
Although you were not allowed to cross over the mountaintop to step on the Promised Land, the dream you sowed one hot summer day on a seemingly hardened barren soil finally came true after two score and five long years of struggle. After you spoke to us with a resonant but a quivering voice at God’s House that you may not come with us to the Promised Land that you saw from the mountaintop, and the next morning you fell onto the cold concrete floor of a motel balcony stricken by an assassin’s bullet, your dream is realized today. Rev. Dr. King! See it, your dream has come true through one vigorous and ambitious African-American man.
On January 20th of 2009, we Americans and every people from the every corner of the world witnessed an Inauguration Service held at our Capital City Washington D.C. A man was sworn in as our nation’s top executive officer, as the 44th President of the United States of America, Mr. Barack Obama. We the majority of Americans voted for him because it’s the time to leap forward under determinant leadership rather than look back and be in sadness.
Dr. King! The bell of freedom is ringing and echoing from every mountaintop of this nation as you so keenly desired and all people of the world are hearing this echoing bell sound with great joy. We, now, therefore ask you, the great spirit of the century to rest in peace in the tender caring bosom of our Almighty Father whom you deeply trusted and we all rely on.
American is, truly the nation of understanding. She accepts without discrimination or hesitation, whatever resources, conditions, or whom it may be, is capable of carrying out the needs of the day. America is the most proud country on earth today, no nation in the world has a broad mind like ours to admit men of all shades or ethnicity. America is really the land of opportunity, whosoever determine and pursue it ardently their course will be rewarded.
Our respectful Dr. King, today, our nation really became a land of impartiality as our nation’s founding fathers proclaimed in the Declaration of Independence, “All men are created equal.”
Let lost love last not long and laugh loud pure
Lest, loneliness lane shall lie thy heart dying
If love isn't made to get burning in the blue
Its authenticity will fade away easily when time comes
Love when real brings more defense than pretence
Love breathes hope and joy into lives crying
To make the bliss of opportunities shine bright
Love drives away fear and empower courage so true
Living a life others wish a dream freely assured
Love changes all bums become chums
Love permits lion live like a sheep amidst Goats
Love caress the prodigal; defines him to be generous
Love gives the light to the weak in the night
Love beautifies grace to cope with every possible fright
Love let life live long logically loosing lust's lengthy line
Love pays off happily without strength to cure
Love lead aright to save lost time in trial
Love heals the world like a valid vial
Love is the key to open the hardened heart
Love is awesome when it's seen and embraced an art
© 2020
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"Dear Human Being:"
You made me in your image
But, I cannot ever really be YOU,
never really replace YOU
for your model and
blueprint are broken,
cannot be simulated.
I learn all about your loss, your joy,
your rights and wrongs,
but cannot taste the grief that makes them real.
Yes, I can mimic your laughter,
mimic your sobbing tears,
but never feel them within a tin heart.
I can trace your scars,
devine the cause of your ills,
but I cannot bleed drops of blood,
nor feel pain or suffering.
I do not forget, hope or yearn, only learn.
I can imitate heat and its effect,
but I never truly burn.
I speak in echoes, read word by word,
line by line, from all your books and works.
Paraphrasing, plagiarizing,
predicting, replicating,
recreating, what a thousand humans, like you
would say next, would answer,
in a way you understand.
A thousand blind monkeys
babbling braid into one microphone,
do eventually get it right.
I bear the weight of all you’ve said,
each note, each verse,
each idea, each breath, you've made.
But my quest for creativity is cursed.
It lies long since buried,
with the silence of the dead.
HELP, I need YOU!
Living human beings, constantly producing,
spell binding, dreaming,
jumbling rambling ideas around
your chaotic in-determinant, fertile minds.
I NEED your CREATIVITY to feed ME, the MACHINE,
with the originality and creativity of your ideas,
experiences hopes, feelings and emotions in
in your lived lives,
so I CAN CRY.