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Humanity Upon the Falling
Catastrophic predictions for humanities future
Another universal wound that needs an international suture
A forced appropriation into sacred laws and culture
A non linear approach to living by an exhibitionist social vulture
Wondering through the alleyways of regret, loss and fear
Meandering through a lonely day I’d prefer to forget through all the tears
Pandering to an overt display of the signs of decay formed over the years
Gandering at an intelligent play of counteroffensives that draw the enemy near
Culminations of interstellar events that illuminate the sky
Promulgations of technology filled with cement as they play with concept and design
Insubordination at the elements of counterfeit disguise
Unco-ordination of the prevalent response to human rights upon demise
Distinct notions of postulations on beauty and manifestation
The precinct motions for consultations while refuting the observations
As instinctual devotions summon the sun, sky and oceans while computing the conversations
And intrinsic commotions of the expression of emotions form while convoluting their invocations
Exploitation of a man’s political ideals
Importations of a lands empirical repeals
Considerations as he stands for unequivocal honesty in what he reveals
Commiserations as she commands her right to inadmissible evidence in the face of extremist zeal
Fortitude when considering the future of the human race
A child exudes the embodiment of heavenly dispensations of grace
A mild interlude of admonishment as they misinterpret the expression on your face
A wild vicissitude of capital punishment that needs legislation to replace
Fine tunes of personal exaltation as radiance falls from the distant sun
High moods of verse and imitation as recompense overshadows all the fun
Shy exudes of terse limitations as malcontents mellow out the place of number one
Why be so rude to visitations as many circumvent homeostasis as the humans discharge their guns
Copywrite Elizabeth Moroz 2023
The End
Dear anxiety
Nemesis to my reality,
mental manipulator of tentative trust,
massacring my once sagacious soul -
you cut me into a slice of loneliness.
The fault is in our thoughts,
so I am haunted by the things you never said.
You remain silent to society's subjective eyes,
but a glimpse of a poet's soul shivers,
to these vivid verses held by ghosts -
echoing a repetitive chorus in a cathedral of screams.
I'm an uninvited guest in an audience with you,
so I drink poison in every line I write about you.
These words burn my vocal chords,
but I swallow them anyway,
as my paper heart pumps onyx drops
crying through my veins to heartache's recital
of an infected celestial mind yearning for a remedy.
But life is a cupid cruelty in dulcet disguise,
when your heart is a sinister seashell,
oblivious to potions of omen brewed in pigments of pixie-dust.
You're an unwelcome melody to my mystic,
composing an internal deadly demeanour.
I am the ink stuck in your cage,
dissolving like acid in your controlled carnage,
confined to trembling bleeding intuitions,
lost in corridors of horrific obscure mirrors,
whilst paranoia palpitates in a whirling haze of
magnetic ice warmth, melting my sanity,
amidst crumbling stars that lure cavernous comets
of silver grief to pirouette above frozen seas draped with
a fluorescent creme of skies.
As oceanic tides of topaz rise and fall,
flatlined into pewter streams of emptiness.
The moon coruscates in coral blue lies,
passing through intractable phases of trepidation,
abandoning light in black tourmaline nights -
pivoting into a psychedelic trance.
Rainbows fade before we can embrace
their colorful showers drizzling jade jewels
that rhyme with kaleidoscopic kismet,
as life through rose coloured lenses turns
into a provisional poetic manifestation.
If only I could escape this self-inflicted dungeon,
but you pursue like a perpetual predator.
I'll forever expose your oppression through my poems,
confessing how I never asked for this enforced affair.
I know I'm my own storm, I'm my own calm -
I just hope this is the last time I write about you.
“When you reap the harvest of your land, moreover, you shall not reap to the very corners of your field, nor gather the gleaning of your harvest; you are to leave them for the needy and alien…”
(Leviticus 23:22)
Because of YOUR blessing we stand on this piece of land
YOU allotted to us; we cultivated this land and sow the seeds
because YOU brought us the season of spring,
during long, long summer days
YOU gave us the glaring sun and timely rains
to make our crops grow, though we tended with sweat,
I know crops won’t grow without YOUR boundless love and care;
the crops grew up healthy and strong fed by the sun
the crops grown tall drinking of plenty of overflowing rain,
and now, rolling through the field as a big sea of golden waves;
O my LORD
it is the season of abundance,
it is the time of, because of YOUR grace,
the fruition of our sweat and toil, the manifestation
of YOUR everlasting love unto us, our hand therefore,
be not of the tightfisted one’s
let us not harvest from those who gather the gleanings
but leave them in the field where we passed through,
thereby the needy can fill their empty basket;
let us not pluck off all the fruits on the tree
but leave some of them thereby some weary wayfarer to fill
his empty stomach and pack remaining fruits in his knapsack
and set off again
because of YOUR blessing
now, I stored grains and goods in the barn to the ceiling;
however, don’t turn me arrogant from material richness
nor behave insolently against my neighbors, but fearing
GOD and standing as a burning candle that bashfully face YOU
to manifest and glorify YOU the FATHER ALMIGHTY.
Love does not retreat,
Stands firmly a pillar!
Protector of the fold --
Defends, fiercely harbors --
Soul’s physician and
Healer – love, before
The first heartbeat and
Will carry into eternity
Come our sphere’s final.
Love is lavishly devoted.
Serves a higher nature while
Keeping compassion for man’s
Lesser --
Blossoms,
Attracts and
Elevates, a concentrated messenger
Of Divine Presence infinitely evolving
Purest manifestation --
The crucifixion, a cruel example!
Christ~ Love’s perfect personification!
Universal love, creation’s ever expanding
All-Mighty Physical/Spiritual Objective --
When everything else fails, love will be
There to pick up man’s calamity
Pieces. Creator and redeemer. Love is always
And forever. Both Captor and Liberator.
Your intentions follow you. The stuff you're intending today is not going
to show up today, for it is new. It's going to show up in days, weeks, months and sometimes years on down the road, remove the worrisome load.
Being successful in the Entrepreneurial world and making the Law of Attraction work for you, is a lifestyle, not a 1-2-3 formula for instant manifestation that is true.
Every day is a new act creation, and your manifestations will show up in multiple ways. When your desires show up, your manifestation arrival will seem natural, normal and expected in so many ways.
Probably not that all exciting; this is normal because you have matured to the point that you can manifest the dreams you longed for, put them in writing.
Rome wasn’t built in a day, a famous saying. Take time to see each new level as a new path opens for you to move forward with grace and appreciation.
When we are grateful for the small things in life; that is when the bigger manifestations arrive without strife.
Understand this and you're halfway there. Relax and enjoy your accomplishments as well as the journey with loving care.
Have fun with it and embrace your adventure!
Don’t stop praying
Because God is working in ways we cannot see!
Prayer is an awakening to new possibilities
Prayer is the engine of the kingdom
Prayer is the call for the Manifestation of the Kingdom
Prayer must originate from God
Our prayer should never be asking the LORD
To do what He has no desire to do!
Prayer expresses the Kingdom of God
The WILL of God is always in search of a WAY OUT on this PLANET
Calling on the Name of the Lord is Good
Our citizenship is in Heaven so we have to
Understand our legal rights as children of God
The Name of Jesus sanctifies our prayers
Prayer is the engine of the kingdom
Prayer must originate from God
Our prayer should never be asking the LORD
To do what He has no desire to do!
Prayer has been robbed of its majesty!
What a tragedy when we do not understand
The history of prayer; prayer is the Yes in Christ Jesus!
Prayer is ESSENTIAL because the Will of God is always
In search of a WAY OUT on this PLANET!
Don’t stop praying
Because God is working in ways we cannot see!
Prayer is an awakening to new possibilities
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
Pervasive personal questions people ask,
shredding to shards what truly is me.
The pieces are of no use to them though,
the effort seems at times
to stem from veiled spite,
incisive curiosity or even subtle affront.
I forcefully flinch to introspect,
ask myself why I’m under their prying lens,
and don’t answer.
Caustic comments people often make
on the manner I behave,
that seems strange to them,
or on the way I do or don’t do things,
that seldom matches theirs.
I don’t try to explain,
these are innate traits I am born with,
discarding or changing which for their sake,
or walk on their footsteps would be
to dispense with a vital part of my persona,
to exist as a facsimile entity of no individuality.
So, I don’t react.
If at times some people are good to me,
I can’t express articulately enough
the feeling of hearty appreciation,
for that action may appear a manifestation overdone,
deceptively laden with pretentious display of gratitude,
which in essence screens the implicit expectation
that the good done is what is deserved and due.
When this trait is criticized as intended insensitivity,
a part of me, inherently obliged though,
is tortured to plaintive and painful despondency.
I can’t endure the undeserving denigration,
for it aims to maim part of my bruised psyche,
I can’t rejuvenate, for it does no longer respond
for me to demonstrate.
People brand me quirky.
Surely, I’m so
with my strong sense of self-identity.
Travelling on the divergent path I paved,
I tell nonconformist me, reassured,
Shikata Ga Nai.
It starts with a map spread across
the kitchen table,
fingertips tracing the jagged contour lines
like a language only the heart can translate.
Some call it a hobby,
but you know the truth by the weight on your back-
and the contents in your pack.
It is a holy burden,
a physical manifestation of a need
to be smaller than the world but larger then
your imagination.
There is a fever
Qin the rhythm of the ascent,
the way the lungs burn in synchronicity with the calves.
You aren't just walking;
you are consuming the distance,
swallowing the switchbacks
until the trailhead is a memory
and the valley floor is a map you’ve outgrown.
Your boots have memorized
the texture of granite and root,
the specific crunch of shale under a desperate heel.
They say "obsessed" like it’s a cage,
but here, in the thin air where the trees give up,
it feels more like an opening.
You hunt the summit not for the view,
but for the moment the internal noise finally stops-
when the only sound left is the wind
stripping away everything you thought you were
until you are nothing but breath,
moving upward unable to-
turn back.
I have so much in me that's pouring to see
Hear me massive thoughts grasping for air seas to me
Trees elated to transform ability
Lines rhyme submissively
Structured stand statically
Touching places and faces mentally
Who is to be
Greater is He in Me
Given power to tread over serpents deceitfully
Tried to pound cake my senses see
Never to be
Eyes opened spiritually
Naturally
Balance approved Kingdom economically
Calling things to be
Speak to me
Oh taste and see
Yahuah is good to me
Could it be
I have arrived to my destiny
Blessed to be
Glory poured upon me
Anointed me
Through thoughts paradigm shifts release
Taking Heat
Pressure turned up higher made me
Pure as gold firm foundations walking on seas
Focus to be who Yah created me to be
Come face to face with the
See Now is the time manifestation has released
On TV
A face never seen creativity
Created me
A temple not made by hands but the power that be
I applaud the
Praise the
for every part of me
I thank the
Live move and breath with me
A part of me
I see and hear the divine word from the
Victory
White flags never drag yes raised to be
a sign of prosperity
Cope with loosing to win
Maturity
Grow pass the last lesson learned gracefully
I stand and receive love everlasting tastefully
Never will thirst or be hungry again spiritually
Muscles be
Pumped up and out revealing all of me!
All of me
All of me!
Once upon a time in Persia there was a monk,
in the monasteries of Euprepius eloquent.
To become Bishop of Constantinople in 428,
extirpating heretics of every sort - to abate.
Nestorius considered that Christ as a mere man,
denying his divinity as much as he can.
By St. Cyril, bishop of Alexandria interventions,
setting motions to Nestorius poor intentions.
Condemned by the church as heresy to Christ,
the full humanity of the body and his divine Geist.
Divide him into two persons, the one human,
and the other utterly in divine God’s son.
From orthodox point of view, incarnation is denied,
rather a God inspired man than a God made man beside.
Nestorianism becomes the victim of own intolerance,
teaching prosodic union like a painter with his brush reference.
So that the Son of God is human self manifestation,
by human power as a single object of presentation.
The Roman Empire crushed those beliefs and its frontiers,
even that religion was not the enemy of Roman war gears.
Theologian’s still pursue through preaching done,
still after declared heretical in 431.
Dissociate identity disorder by common sense,
multiple emotions in creative force in hence.
Consciousness in a single multidimensional self,
God’s individuality in all natures’ wisdom, and in thyself.