Long Magnitudes Poems
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Oh dear! It’s December - time again to look into my crystal ball.
A ball of thoughts in front of me that I don’t need at all,
for I can see the images portrayed from other years,
where different circles feel the touch of agony and tears.
The focus and the buildup always comes across the same.
We’ve indoctrinated to our culture; that Russian roulette game;
not with one bullet in the gun, but alcohol and cars or shame
to spoil the festive season when commemorating the Lord’s name.
From that party’s endless pouring where limits have no end.
Who pays the price of conscience when someone has to send
the messenger to bring the tears that flow from they close by
who live Christmas as another day, with the question echoed - why?
I hear on the dates, the ninth, thirteenth, fifteenth or twenty-first;
the closer to our Christmas Day the more it seems the worst.
A shattered family claims a body. Gifts are silently held dear,
and Christmas Day is over before the twenty-fifth is here.
And there’s the shame of letting out what has been a lustful thought,
loosened by a carefree attitude the Christmas orgy bought.
One misdemeanor iced with lust brings on magnitudes so great,
where children, yes the children have their Christmas filled with hate.
Family’s who have lost touch; not through distance from afar,
believe that Christmas is the time to heal the feuding scar.
Curt are greetings for the foe, for so long kept apart,
and soon the flame of alcohol awakes a murderous heart.
Through close knit societies, away from your very own,
a fragile crack can open; the time of peace and love is blown.
This may not happen close to you where the path is smooth and clear;
Christmas comes and goes in perfect time. This is your lucky year.
Come January just look back. Ponder what you’ve heard and read.
Piece together one by one, the living, left and dead.
I know like me you will be touched with every role that we recall.
It’s the lead up to each Christmas - I am no prophet after all.
now we come to the taboo part of our presentation
in which the secret of all time will be revealed
to those who wish to understand understanding
characters arranged in uncharacteristic sequence
a nice little codification on toasted bagel
hitched to the static measurement wagon
so many pretty numbers so subdivisable
into both shape and penetrated substance
down where the cognitive revolutions
splash about cageless canaries preening in song
what is it we perceive if not dimension
floating upon a squirming ocean of magnitudes
of enormous potential in zero space
is pretty much it see not so difficult
10,000 years of hocus pocus gurus
couldn't begin to tell you this eye to eye
being knee deep in spirit and guesswork
and various intuitive instruments of torture
while still thinking in 3 color caricatures
mystery on her own is something to bother about
this assessment brought to you by the same 10k
a constant ball park estimate for side arm pitchers
following the contours of the cracks in that great glass
where the buzzword signal meter needles
are perpetually evermore bouncing off the peg
trying to tell a story that hasn't been told before
to your narrator who is all ears all the time
bringing the reign of the ephemeral cortex
to the light of day much to everyone's disgust
irretrievably drawn to the abandonment of ornament
and their many delicate sedimentations
chased by a brace of Tennessee blueticks
baying like a steam whistle spitting sparks
assured of the one validated certainty
the wax was melting off his wings
apparently this is not a trial run
with God whispering in my big bunny ear
you probably want to be like me right
the wavy haired platinum blond at his elbow
adds a lascivious every day has its price
naturally I had to agree and nodded heedfully
knowing a single sliver of the future
the bogs will take them
are we such a people who has lost vision of that important historical dream
to stand equal on even ground using intellect and talent to seize all opportunities
are we such a people quick to scream racism without even examining oneself
discrimination is prevalent within our fold, the lighter shade of brown is
considered top shelf
are we such a people simply voting on the color of skin
examine his character and stance on issues only, then he should be voted in
are we such a people robbed of our traditions and ancestral heritage
the family is no longer important, too many broken homes, the non-existent
marriages
are we such a people of vain and shallow character
accumulating material things so people would stop and stare at us
are we such a people so far removed from the historical revolutionary struggle
have we forgotten the humiliation of the cotton fields, now relying on the street
corner hustle
are we such a people lacking integrity, courage, decency and communal trust
within
we would rather live with murders and drug dealers, instead of seeing justice by
turning them in
are we such a people blinded by the magnitudes of money and instant fame
how do we support a man who molested a child and recorded it while playing
water games
are we such a people lacking moral fiber, responsibility and creativity
glorifying the streets by preaching degrading doctrine through the music industry
are we such a people living by the code, "divided we fall but united we will stand"
only to fight amongst ourselves and blame the ills that plagues our community
on the plight of the white man
are we such a people…are we people of such strong will, intelligence and
remarkable resilience
Then stand strong together and show accountability for our community and
reflect the African American brilliance
Fell upon thorns of life and bled, bled from absence of teachings I was never without. Watched my life crumbled before my expectations. Sighing with pain, my last strength strangled out of me, by demands I have never set presence into. Dragging empty coffins of what once resided in me, to a grave dug without my concern. Life blind folds me, leading me into hostility, with chains of force, I surrender my whole, a whole ain't certain if I ever had.
So harsh, my lungs collapses before I breath my last breath. So bad, solo my strive requires me, even birth denied me accomplices, its only my mothers womb that shed my safety. Earth gnawed my fragile bones, ever my inception, everyday I walk and got stabbed and pierced by my own bones spitting, from life's mouth. Cry a voiceless cry, yell to God even in my dreams, still wake everyday and earth flames continues to devour my hope.
Deceived by my naive childhood mentality, how well was I to know when only what I wished for, was to dance in the rain, I mean lie down on my back while I count stars till morning curtains unveiled, less I knew for I brought dancing shoes but life presented a battlefield, how fair is unfair when I die so unfair in an unfair circumstance. Not today, for I'm yet to germinate, yet to live, I mean rise, for I'm a seed with all potentials, life is my ploughing field, I a child of woman.
Born into life, while embraced life with both palms, my palms dazzled with worth, worth waiting for. This universe provoke my being, less evoked my renaissance, life is yet to suffer my purpose. These scars, few broken limbs and split libs, are yet to reign magnitudes, for the multitudes, that, as I lodge in my vengeance rifle, my story begins, I a child of woman.
#Poetic_Ink
It was a night like no other night
And it came out of nowhere
Our eyes locked on each other
And started the flames of passion
We move across the dance floor
And we know what we wanted
We wanted each other so badly
But still we were hesitant
The heat of bodies seems to ignite
As we embrace to dance
It was not love, and it was not lust
It was only the flames of passion
As the music plays
We can feel our hearts beating outside our chest
The raw essence of our perfume
The aroma now covers her dress
Our lips were quivering to touch
As our cheeks blushes with hunger
Our needs were like knives slowly
Cutting away at our resilience
We were burning,
Burning up each other control
Until the heat becomes too hot
As we lead ourselves to the parking lot
Her touch was so soft and tender.
But her whisper was full of desire
As our lips gasp in sweet surrender
As the flames of our passion fuels the fire
No words were said or spoken between us
No promises were made, to be kept
No lies of flirting being told tonight
No looking back and no afters regrets
The longing to stay in each other arms
Was there, but we had such precious little time
We were like the rain with thunder and lightening
Being lonely tonight was our only crime
Shivers in magnitudes of earthquakes
Rumbles through our veins
Exploding like a tornado
Trembling like flowers in the wind
Descending waterfalls
Catching our breaths
Coming back to earth
Heat burning in our soul
Walking away after
With nothing to say
A longing for more
Neither of us wanting to say
Tomorrow maybe bringing sorrow
Or a brief guilt or moment of shame
With the memory of this one night in our lives
When we release the flames of passion's
Rejuvenating Proof
Counteroffensive cataclysms clamouring for defeat
Apprehensive magnetism that makes you feel complete
Comprehensive pragmatism that can sometimes drain and deplete
Recompensive vandalism that leaves you shocked in disbelief
Magnitudes of profound truths that create wisdom for the wise
Terpitudes that are uncouth and crawl around in unethical disguise
Servitudes that hold no proof but are doomed to eventual demise
Platitudes that contain the youth and distort the facts in front of their eyes
Laying on my back I look up toward the blistering sun
Praying for you to take it back as I feel inclined to run
Saying we’re living in times of lack would be understating the sum
Weighing up what has been in fact a loss of delight, joy and fun
Weaponisation of justice that could have gone for more
Legalisation of an armistice as the world prepares for war
Devitalisation of the harvest while we cannot feed the poor
Dehumanisation of the inquest as we ask what all of this is for?
Calcification of an idolisation that was devoid of substance and truth
Calibrations of animations that are manipulating the youth
Altercations of communications that are needed to prove the proof
Imitations of aggravations that require a detective and a sleuth
Rejuvenating the landscape from the environmental degradation
Captivating the escape route as they apply for abdication
Hallucinating the magnetic tape that restricts the aggravation
Ruminating on the holy saint that depicts the consecration
Copyright Elizabeth Moroz
Peace of Mind Among The Times
There’s a concept forming upon the horizon
A sunset warning me to focus my eyes upon
A notion of antiquity to seemingly delight upon
While the elements of iniquity I can find only respite from
Magnitudes of promise designed to integrate with time
Attitudes of pretense that the delusional consider to be refined
Platitudes of nonsense that only tire my mind
Gratitude for the confluence that keeps me perpetually kind
Communication at the station as the guards are kept at bay
Reunification of the consecration that I have always wanted to remain
Captivation of the affirmation that I continue to abstain
Condemnation for the demonstrations that demand the individual feels the pain
Saturation of conceptual notions raining down from the sky
Maturation of effectual devotion as the tears well in my eyes
Agitation of the perpetual emotion that we contemplate when we die
Elevations to observe the forward motions that are heaving a collective sigh
Consolidator of a conclusion that was meant to be provocative
Demonstrator or a delusion that is missing the prerogative
Innovator of an illusion that illustrates the performative
Discriminator of the seclusion that defines the undemonstrative
Nevermind the time that’s wasted while we’re all looking away
Stay refined in the complacent looks you avoid along the way
Disinclined to live adjacent to those who always have to have their say
Peace of mind prevents the impatient from disturbing me today
The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz
walking the way of the freckle face boy
one and only one verdict comes to mind
nobody knows who is calling the shots
various factions reluctant to spill the beans
well things have a force of their own
a constant reminder for Prince Bingo
jackpoteer to the crowned heads of Europe
the shibboleth at the end of the gallery
swatting his kabob of 5 ruby scepter
optical organ of an animate being
at the angry sparrows circling his head
in order to act you must know the game board
blindness not being a desirable avocation
safe bet your conclusions are erroneous
naught in one eye naught in the other
one meaning one instant another the next
meanwhile the scalar magnitudes whir and clank
raising the alarm in all the dank cellars
location location location all is comparison
according to reports from the lunatic fringe
self-proclaimed artisans of the next Golden Age
just around the corner any day now
a tall order obviously a job for Hollywood
an acre of advertising space and bingo
geopolitical turmoil none of it random
speaking for the spirits of the trampled
having fallen upon the Fangs of Gargantua
making us all want a life made merry
needle of the good-o-meter pegged in the red
but how can the numbers ever be pretty
if the dark blast mechanics get to them first
one is then prompted to often inquire
what is the reality behind the reality
for enthroned spiritual loan sharks
charging usurious access fees
to the playground of abuse
when atoms come together
in a forced manner
Combinations of Catastrophy
Combinations of catatstrophic scenarios everywhere I look
Invocations of prehistoric evidence collides with the big book
Complications that are caustic that sit in their niches and their nooks
Calibrations that the agnostic makes as he theologically cooks
Annotations of beauty upon a classical music score
Connotations refuting why there’s so much to be living for
Computations that are computing why we’re always looking for more
Permeatations polluting the old, sick, vulnerable and poor
Believable intonations from a child wanting to be heard
Conceivable imitations from a comedian repeating the absurd
Retrievable limitations from someone trying to preach the word
Foreseeable complications that could be prevented if it weren’t all so ill learned
There’s an evening with a mix of difference, strangeness and the unusual of demeanour
As they’re seeming to play with the inference that they’d prefer a worker to a dreamer
While I sit there in a conference about why the ocean isn’t cleaner
It’s difficult to evade the nonsense while your talking politely with a screamer
Multitudes of humans being just that and trying to raise themselves up from the ground
Interludes of a laboratory rat chasing the wheel round and around
Magnitudes of masses converging that are bordering on profound
Altitudes of heights now deserving of this disconcerting sound
The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz
My dad always told me,
Your attitude determines your altitude,
How high will you go?
My answer then was I don’t know.
My mom always stated,
Do your best and the rest will be handled,
And don’t let people burn you like a candle.
Those statements were a hard pill to swallow.
Especially when our day to day lives often
Cause us to encounter beings whose hearts are hollow.
Whether it is positive or negative,
Your attitude is a true description of you.
Your actions speak louder than words.
People are people so what should it be?
You and I should get along not terribly,
But work together in harmony.
My mom and dad were right.
Just because someone may deliberately hurt you,
You can’t always come back with a fight.
That person may be doing that in spite,
Because they wish they were you,
And to himself, he is being untrue.
Now I know where I’m going,
To altitudes of extreme positive magnitudes,
To places I have never seen,
And doing things that I never dreamed,
That I would do.
It’s not easy to let go of things of the past.
That may have shifted you to a magnitude of negative.
You have to add that the situation did not cause death.
Let it go, in other words, subtract it, and it will be handled
So you will not be burned like a candle.
Your attitude is a true description of you.
Your actions speak louder than words.
People are people so what should it be?
You and I should get along not terribly,
But work together in harmony.