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Elemental formulations of healing for the soul
Consequential co-ordinations as we resist growing old
Monumental calculations from a mind in the scientific cold
Fundamental indignation from a heritage that has been cheaply sold
Inspiration from an underground rebellion against corruption
Congregations gathering peacefully while they plan the next outrageous eruption
Elevations of encouragement reserved for the next humble induction
Consternations of conscience as they deliberate the latest disruption
Elated Birthrights of grace that alleviate the suffering of man
Conflated sights of misplaced rights that insight the oppressed to take a stand
Berated knights of armies that fight for the underprivileged lands
Outdated insights from the furtherest from right that cannot reach out to take their neighbours hand
Sorrow amidst the grieving leaves of the oldest oak lined tree
Tomorrow rids the meaning of the boldest manoeuvre to be free
Borrow a reference from those streaming the coldest point of view even though they cannot see
Chateaux of Buddhist Mist resists those seeming as though they understand what it means to just “be”
Retrospective Franz Kafka, Kubrick and Van Gogh are turning in their respective artistic graves
Genuflective baroque bursts out in the streets and illuminates the belligerent and brave
My perspective resists the twists in the narrative that perpetuate the misrepresentation of knowledge in this dying age
Defective subjectives invoke word detectives as contradictions alleviate words from a sage
Retreating from gender and bigotry , racism, discrimination and persecution
Completing a consulate meeting while avoiding contamination of your verbal elocution
Deleting the render of fascism, recrimination and avoiding electrocution
Competing the bender of catachlysm while intimidation forces an absolution
Give peace a chance while you look at him askance and allow a new world to now form
Live through this strange dance while the privilege prance and the poor remain utterly forlorn
Forgive the wanton violent stance of those who are existing war torn
Outlive the demise of the good in disguise as a baby cries after being born
The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz
Hackneyed inane
and ignominious
waterlogged waffle
suffused sandstones
of indistinct
idiosyncratic cant
conveyor belts
congested with
puerile pigments
dousing silken
subtle phrasings
sacrificed on
atavistic academic
altar encrusted
monochrome mists
designed to dupe
gullible and clueless
bamboozled beings
prone to equate
elaborate entanglement
imposed on
turgid thorns
of rippling
rudiments
with sagesse
thesis couched
in arrant
archaic abstruse
formulations
bereft of
iridescent inkling
discordant timpani
cymbal brushes
epitomising
gruff grammar
that lesion
traumatic wound
mud clump
cliché stuck
in banal
coinage rife
diamond dreamer
me yearns for
spuming fountains
of pristine
lustrous language
("Dreaming Gaia", 2017, original encaustic)
The Dreaming Mind
Every night we all dream
Projecting the habits of a reifying mind
Onto the fabric of an energized neural net
Creating a world within a world
Just as amazing, just as solidly real.
And every day we perceive, sense objects and mental formulations
Projecting the habit of a reifying mind
Onto the fabric of an energized phenomenal world
Each creation the same
Habitual activity of a creative projecting mind.
Almost everyone acknowledges the creative projective
Habitual function of the night-dreaming mind
While few notice the very same mind
Must be doing the very same thing
At all times: asleep or awake!
It’s easy to assign causal agency
To ourselves when we’re all alone
Harder when we are but a small part
Of a much greater whole, and yet,
The common denominator remains the dreaming mind.
Waking or sleeping
The dreaming mind incessantly does its thing
Dreaming of subjects experiencing objects
Dreaming of worlds within and out
Dreaming that its dreaming makes it separate from the dream.
(10/29/23)
Displacement, transfer's exchanges, formations words formed formulated, landscapes, the citys like a safari, No Escape! I FEEL completely motivated, I notice, no need to make explanations , upheld reinforced by the depth of thought and comteplation, it’s an Honor I’m Blessed beyond phrases, destined , I leave the truth undressed and bare naked, I cherish every precious second, becuz I just might perish in the very next second, And the best one's and the Biggest, And the lessest man is the Greatest one in Heaven, we understand, we suffer set-backs, we rise and raise those that fall down, The Potter's Perfectin is a vessal of Honor, And I send my Praise straight to The Father
I just came straight from the slaughter, you can still smell the blood coming off me
yes thats hell, yes thats where the devil dwells,
And since we're on different kinds of mail, I whisper those messages quiet well
I don't give a damn what a Anne might spell, or what a Poet Destroyer might kill
I look upon your remarkable frame
and marvel that you started out
of no acclaim,
a tiny clump of cells en route
to where you are, ignited by life’s flame.
In truth, a mystery to contemplate
how all the parts get sorted out,
without a doubt,
the most amazing aspect of this little game.
For surely God must find delight
in works performed well out of sight
of eye of mortal man,
dividing sinew, marrow, bone
in full accordance with the plan,
the outcome known to Him and Him alone.
And who am I, a fault to find,
or declare right
the formulations of this great and wondrous mind?
No, I will fall upon my knees and praise
your gentle shepherd, baby goat,
for He who plays
at such a game is not remote,
but has drawn near and given us a name
by which to call upon,
for ever on,
creator of us two, alike but not the same.
Modern Consternations of Lament
Contradictions and formulations of thought that bridge the edges of time
Benedictions and combinations that evolve into the refined
Jurisdictions and innovations that are galvanised by crime
Crucifixions in the courtyards of those who draw the cursed lines
A damsel in distress crying for all the loss that cannot be expressed
A shadow of progress dying while the youth look unimpressed
A moment of redress that’s logic-defying as it leaves me thinking I’m depressed
An ancient cultural head dress with colours electrifying a people that cannot be suppressed
Curious children at the gates of a billionaire peering out among the harems door
Spurious wills then hate the artist lying dead upon the floor
Furious villains berate the terrifying dread then perpetuate the horrors but what for?
Injurious killers negate the life defying leads that impact as they infiltrate the peace of the broken and poor
Acrimonious alimony for the wife and children while the fathers left to bleed
Sanctimonious sermons in the alley and stadiums of evangelical greed
Ceremonious services in the galleys of a political theorist bought down to his academic knees
Non-harmonious melodies causing sonic felony’s as they try to control what you see
Commodification of the spiritual as they sell toxic positivity
Solidification of the chemical as they try to buy more than just market productivity
Transfiguration of the polemical as the mood broods for civility
Modification of the heretical as we kneel down before the Nativity
Fastidious retention of a fact to prove a point that needs verification
Insidious inventions that detract from the joint venture of innovation
Mysterious momentum of a contract the won’t endure the effusive commendation
Odysseus intentions redact as the mention of epics make me cry out in lamentation
Copyright Elizabeth Moroz