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Holly did not communicate with people in a social way.
They interested her in almost no capacity, but cows fascinated her.
She decorated her room with cows, and she studied all their breeds.
This is how her parents learned to communicate with her.
Is this a dairy cow? Holly would scoff at their questions.
That is a Charolais, she would tell them, using her monotone voice.
What color is the Black Angus? She had no tolerance for this.
She did not understand teasing or a sense of humor.
The oldest recorded cow was forty-eight, right?
You know she was, and her name was Big Bertha.
When did she die? Sepember 29th, 1993.
Holly grew up knowing all kinds of facts about cows.
She knew the difference between Belted Galloways
and Wisconsin dairy cows.
Cows have panoramic vision, she would state matter-of-factly.
They can see almost three-hundred-and-sixty-degrees.
She invented many machines that aided in milking cows.
An improved milking machine with a gentle touch.
And she invented a musical score that helped them relax to milk.
Her genius was well-known in the Midwest, she knew her cows.
Imagine DNA as architectural color design,
regenerative blueprint,
but written in fugue fractal songs,
no two exactly identical
except for twins.
Each species shows some shared architectural greyscale function
like staffs holding up a linear musical score
for counting eighth and sixteenth notes
in 4-dimensional realtime.
Each hue and cry species
shares it's own seasoned key
and basic rhythmic nurturing structure
and range of song-scaled nutritional sound.
Animals sing in absorbing hues and cries of red and blue
and hibernate through ultra-violet greyscale early memories
both secular and more deeply sacred
convexly wondrous and concavely awesome
but also at risk of future terror,
WinLose cost cast as predative until mortal prey,
bully until un-organic victimized remains
dreaming in nightmare red inside
without blueprint memories of outside.
Meanwhile, smaller plants and microbes,
flora and brawny dream in green tree shade
and yellow sunlight
pushing out new deep learning roots,
sensitive to which humane divine songs
would favor and flavor us both sacred and secular beauty,
both spirit and nature true animal dynamism,
Nondual ZeroZone dynamics
of blue ahead
and red behind
green in-between
ultra-violet wisdom
of sacred secular animals,
EarthTribe cooperative lovers
reforesting economic and political health justice
both natural and spiritual,
ecological and theological
and sufficiently day/night BigNonBang
everyday DNA romantic revolutions
within dualdark polypathically logical
color-blind dream memories
in ultra-violet sound and green sight
taste and feel
unitarian smell and universally hear
windy redesigns and wintry ocean tides,
red skies dawning blueprints
for well-sung childhood songs.
Imaging DNA
designing color red
generating blueprint
for free fugue fractal songs,
no two green identical
except for dipolar newborn muses.
The ethers of love embedded in a steamy translucent brilliance
In the glint of golden light as the sun rose harmoniously
Painting diamond droplets that cling to the cool window glass looking to the sea
Illuminating the surreal magical notes of this musical score
Composed by the heated melody between two lover's vaporous breaths
Expelled in the quiet radiance and glow of passions aftermath
This precious elixir rolled exquisitely in slow random patterns
Blind circles of ecstasy fetched by gravity
One melding to the touch of the other
Collecting to converge together as one
To become the harvest of delight
Distilled in the bliss of fire spawned by two burning hearts entwined
This potion of perfect joy and perfection
Torridly collected by Cupid's angels
Dispatched by disciples of Pan's erotic dreams
To be the eminent gift to bewitch and enchant
The soul of other lovers
Delighting in this early morning light
The Plight of A Sage
Elegant tidings fortunate for the small price of a
few
Prevalent findings of more barbiturates as they confiscate the news
Relevant perceptions among the constituents while they sit obstinate and confused
Negligence blinding innocence as they are tightening the screws
Immersion of a mind totally refined in subjects that are above verbal dictation
Coercion of mankind in this double blind computer simulation
Conversion of the signs as I’m confined in this inextricable situation
Subversion now in theoretical decline as the propaganda train has left the station
Monumental shifts in attitude about the latest topic to start the fighting
Consequential lifts in altitude as the heavens send down lightning
Transcendental bliss then platitudes during the spiritual brightening
Instrumental riffs of exactitude as the musical score sounds more and more frightening
Calling forth from solitude a wounded wing of the soul expression
Falling north from the misconstrued effects of the intercession
Enthralling courses force me to conclude that I’m heading for another personal recession
While appalling horses of revelations preclude the need for Divine Intervention
Contrite and solemn contained in my emotion as the insight slowly fades
Tonight I’ll sing my refrain beside the ocean as the water laps and wades
So bright it illuminates the commotion while my plight mimics a sage
Moonlight obfuscates my devotion as I turn to the next unwritten page
The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz
Life doesn’t happen with a musical score
accompanying our most dramatic scenes;
Beauty in a person is so much more
than what adorns the covers of our magazines.
Love and hate walks a very thin line,
it isn’t always so black and white;
When things get tough you can’t shout out, “time”;
What is wrong for you – for me, might be right.
Religions have caused more harm than good;
Politically correct can be awfully wrong;
People don’t always do the things that they should,
Being meek doesn’t mean you’re not strong.
You exist alone in this crowded world;
Solitary can be a crowded place;
Trust in yourself is a thing you must build,
before challenges can be successfully faced.
The script for tomorrow has yet to be written,
improvisation is our daily routine;
Take a bite out of life before you are bitten;
Don’t leave it before you are seen.
It was a hot summers day, in our garden in the countryside. Sheltered from noisy
cities and towns. Where we are able to approach life so differently. My girl my love, always
in liberty flow, so enjoying the rays of natures orange orb.
Close by you can hear the cascading of crystal clear waters, eventually reaching
us after negotiating meandering contours. In this heat you can sense the rocks
secretly smirking, as they are constantly cooled by translucent gifts.
On a blanket of green, naked as birth. Her peachy skin delights the vista that
captures my eyes. Her blond hair adorned with a daisy chain tiara. She is my princess
my queen. She lays on her back, looks into the clear blue sky that ceilings our above.
As natures rays are absorbed by her delightful shape. She moves, touches as if in a dream
state. Her body reacting with thoughts of unshared dreams as insects buzz and birds sing
as if they are party to her thoughts. Their orchestral notes, their musical score playing
in symphony to her movements.
In momentary gulps of air, Koi carp rise to the surface to share this vista of pure.
Tails splashing as if they have been summoned to be part of the scene, slapping the water as
if applauding. White water lilies catch the gentle waves, dancing like backing singers
to the sounds of the insects and birds. A gentle breeze catches the tired leaves, as they
whistle their inaudible notes. As insects dodge their sway to carry on their journey of
pollination.
Late afternoon arrives as clouds close the sun, like curtains informing us that the scene
in today's play has ended. Sporadic sounds from distant birds echo, where earlier they were
in riotous volume. The white water lilies are now graced with the gentle undulations of
the trickling waters as the Koi settle from the frenzied applause. Our afternoon closes.
She went looking for a scare
But what was she gonna wear
A pink tank top
From the discount shop
Was she going to be coming from class?
Frustrated since grades may not pass
Maybe it was the need to be a beauty
From the lone photographer doing their duty
There could be the character worried about the musical score
Forgetting to lock the front door
It says she has too much smarts in the head
This Achilles’ heal could render her dead
All this knowledge
Came from studying books in college
Making her out of touch
During the academic learning watch
Message or mayhem
A question from the one working the pen
A debate that matters
Understood when climbing the model movie making ladder
Playing God or Devil
After being promoted to the next level
Having added responsibilities
Being paid off with more visibility
Lines to recite
Performing choreographed moves during the climatic fight
Is it really the better deal?
To be the shark’s meal
Or the evil’s revenge
Holding the deadly syringe
These are decisions
When contemplating a b role position
Do you want it all up front?
Being the prey in the hunt
Doing what they want
Including risky stunts
Physical attraction
Opening scenes luring attraction
Important factors
For the female working actors
Destined a place on the streaming shelf
A bragging credible image defined as good health
Just important as the big budgeted wealth
When it is written in the script
Her characters basically ends up headed to the crypt
Postcard perfect- a picturesque town
Where the locals come to wind down
A hidden gem, a park of simplesse
An oasis, heavenly, it's beauty bequests
An art form to behold, a sculpture; nature's showpiece
Serene and tranquil in the heart of the city
A stream lined with a plethora of trees
Every color showcased upon their leaves
A vast variety, Each the opposite from the last
No comparison, within it's contrast
Harmoniously standing together
A strength against stormy weather
Surrounded by majestic abodes
So grand, each and all, becoming stories told
A backdrop- regal mountains- not seen before
Only Nature could compose such a musical score
When oceans rise, my soul will rest in your embrace
Songwriters: Joel Houston / Matt Crocker / Salomon Lighthelm
Oceans (Where Feet May Fail) lyrics © Capitol Christian Music Group
SO MANY
when the whispers in your ear...
the daggers hurt
crackling of fire that’s never put out
like the ocean from shore to shore
always a bit more
follow the bouncing dot
through the musical score
you can’t keep up anymore
as you catch your breath
and hit your knees
with tremendous force
close your eyes
fold your hands
and begin
the prayers for them
so many of them
so many close
you can’t keep up
but HE can
7/25/2019
In the beginning, we played musical parts
singing the script with free-spirited hearts
Adlibbing lines without rehearsing a word.
As absurd as it sounds, quite profound
that our threads were a woven tapestry
without eyes meeting and voices never heard.
We danced, swaying like palms in the wind
Our dance steps were always in sync.
We were Fred and Ginger,
turquoise and silver... p b and j
until the day the music stopped...
In the realm where light and dark merge,
that shadowed place where docile dreams
and hellacious nightmares converge,
we found ourselves worlds apart.
Our Utopian haven had been storm tossed
and left us swirling on a dystopian plain,
a deserted land where painful silence rules
for those who played the game of fools.
For days I've been hearing piano notes
that seem to float from memory's core.
A chance encounter, a phone call,
familiar lyrics to a musical score...
a romance rekindled?
His music once filled my head,
but I don't dance to his songs anymore.
There's never a happy ending
when nothing is left to be said.
There's no point lingering in thoughts
over a broken heart when it's mending.