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Twas accursed destiny
since birth alack
nascent emasculation abominable barrack
emergent deus ex machina,
viz zit ting older sibling counterattack
thirteen plus chronological gap
eldest sister struck like diamondback
surrogate "mother" role
assumed tubby exact
protectorate pseudo fullback
against cruel beastie boys
bullying barbs
comeuppance giveback
pummeling spongiform
gray matter (yours truly)
fisticuffs she didst highjack
proxy mothering
kept corporeal essence intact
jilting nefarious nemesis aligned
(maligning) and stalking,
this fee-fi-fo-fum
ordinary bean sized Jack
are runt (arrant) cowardly
(non lion) nerdy lad owning a knack
courage lack this glum
older married chap doth adumbrate
satisfactory accomplishments lack
king, where crazy quilt aimless wandering
described purposeless multitrack
thus, sympathetic
to hue men/women nonblack
or decimated aborigines
once populating Australian outback
existential nihilism would,
undergirding hypothetical
unwritten paperback
with little need to prevaricate,
nor appear as quack
pot, one measly *****sapiens,
who accrued millennial palimpsest zeitgeist
where, punctured
disequilibreated psyche dust rack
asper protean (in utero)
multitudinous setback
soundlessly resonating
with concussive thwack
as this rickety ship of state
(a haunted junk ket)
unwanted emotional ballast to unpack
asseveration, asper assiduously
preferably welcoming
dry suction no vac
jar this pawn (knight wannabe
in his bishop rick) torrid
me psychological wrack
king within (castle keep)
complex edifice shackled
in dungeon with repast constituting.
Vladimir Putin itching
to loose nuclear bomb
end of the world scenario ofttimes
iterated throughout history
though an atheist (actually Unitarian),
no doubt this, that or another psalm
countless times the Bible
references Armageddon and doomsday
impossible mission to remain
cool, collected and calm.
Whether affiliated with donkey or elephant
Democrat or Republican viz
blue war red respectively
political hot issues don't amount
to a (Sam) hill of beans
when Sword of Damocles count
approaches zero hour
as global tensions mount
signaling increased chance
trigger finger will free
avast nuclear winter
(across world wide web) re:
leasing plethora, pyrocumulus
mushroom clouds tree
mend us planetary explosions
annihilating webbed wide
world, an irrevocable
indeed earthlinked debacle
spelling widespread species
multitudinous extinction
ex post de facto after super
bowling powers (wannabe) vied
to wrest empowerment spanning
entire realm sans third rock
from the father, sun and holy ghost,
who turned substantial pock
kits of flora and fauna
once populating oblate spheroid ad hoc
significant swaths of life forms
pulverized and/or turned to ash
transformed into radioactive wasteland
after war mongers brash
lee usurped hegemony
(ruling inhabitants
of Gaia with an iron fist
with a smidgen of flavoring
courtesy of Missus Dash
superfluous taste enhancer,
when sibling burnt offering views
between Venus and Mars incendiary
tolled mourning news
smithereens sole remnant
poisoned every square inch
from weapon of mass destruction
that did cruise
engendering thick noxious fog
disabling fox but not cockroach
while smoldering seas and continents
skull and crossbones didst poach
amidst the gasified, liquified, pureed
where holographic ghoulish super bowl coach
rendering lifelessness home for menagerie
where virtue trounced vice as organisms
(particularly one primate) didst try
(predominant 21st century simians)
tool heave with amity, comity, and empathy
animals and plants an experiment
that went awry
presaging a nuclear winter with nary a winner
implicating mankind as the absolute sinner
instantaneously after Doomsday Clock
signaled point of no return
where grim reaper the sole grinner.
under my bed
under invasion!
invaded by piles
of migrating balls!
dust rolls around
gathered in piles
piles tied in bundles
some are like pillows
pillars of feathers
pillows that billow
billowing towers
blooming like flowers
flowers I've gotten
flowers of cotton
curled cotton swirls
cotton-tail squirrels
squirrels in soft slippers
squirrels having litters
quicker to litter
litters are wooly
wool climbs the stairs
wool everywhere
bagfuls inhabit
spinning more rabbits
maintaining their habits
crocheting more rabbits
angora type rabbits
contagious civilians
into the millions
villain dust devils
spinning more fellows
devils in herds
please spread the word
herds I can't stop
bunnies that hop
stop them producing
don't mind the cursing!
searching the room for my broom
cursing the doom of a lint baby boom
copulation
problem making
populating
propagating weed
weeds and seeds, please take your leave
squirrels and rabbits hop hop hop
it's in the halls, like lint from sheep
I'm steeped in lint and I can't keep things clean!
When sheep need sleep,
they creep back
under
my bed!
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beaming bleached grins of ivory predation
touching the tip of the steel heart severing love
eyeless lipless and formless feeling all life
forms wrinkled impulses warring like sexes
seeking paradise in the white exhalation of death
expanding minutes into eons of shadows feeding
cells populating the flesh of living loaves rising
being passed from mouth to grave nourishing reflections
deforming the scroll of experience scrawling live evil
…the wedded heretic
…time makes the law tick
…twitches of revolution stagnate
…in bacteria infested charters
seek the door—wider than the sky—hallowed candles sing darkened dreams…
Greek fornicators plunder Christ’s scream
within the gray clouds of Golgotha
sail the trembling ghosts…
As ancient matriarchal polytheism
of local, domestic economic circles
gave way to patriarchal elite empire-builders,
Transcendent monotheism not only overwhelmed
immanent herstoric polytheism
but this had the further historical effect
of secularizing nature's evolving narrative
and desecrating anthro-exceptionalist verbal nature
LeftBrain Powers of persuasive speech
fallen from an original co-animated experience
of indigenously wise win/win resonant sounds
harmonic songs
spoken legends
inspired myths
of polytheistic GoldenRule Paradise Lost
disharmonious evil
retold dissociations
bedeviling competitions
Wealth Spirited Man v Health Natured MotherEarth
Natural Mono-Man v Spiritual PolyTheistic Earth,
AnthroHistory v Her Indigenous EarthStory
Transcendent White Patriarchy v Marginalized NonWhite EcoMatriarchs
History v Her Indigenous Body/Mind Experience
Lost in misty herstoric myths
of formerly sacred EarthMothers
with wiki-powers of healing,
nurturing multicultural humane
RightListening empowerment
Through nutritional
polyculturally divine
LeftUnSpoken enlightenment
HerStoric feelings
needs survival
wants thrival
shared by strong-rooted plants
soulful spirited animals
including bicamerally balanced people
populating EarthMother's sacred
polytheistic-panentheistic
monotheistic-atheistic
political health-economic wealth
EarthTribal sentient planet.
Imagine paranoid schizophrenia evolving
as Right-hemispheric totalitarian bipolarity
living in a rabid stress-filled ecosystem
of dismaying relationships
with human nature over-populating systems;
right-winged family
and those other terrorist aliens.
Now imagine paranoid behavior's function
finds an entirely natural schizopathic response
to an abusive
marginalizing
institutionalizing monocultural reaction against madness
wildness
discontinuous liberation of ego-identity
explored within one eco-primal Othered.
We used to call less paranoid, more manic, bipolarity
Shamans and Prophets,
witches and androgenous medicine [wu wei]men,
wizards and saintly dry sages,
wise old crones,
messiahs and muses and wise womb/men,
mystics and hermaphroditic hermits,
awesome pot heads
and opium worshipers.
Now we call such mediums
schizophrenic and really nothing more empathic,
other than paranoid, of course.
We fail to remember that economically disempowering paranoia
is co-empathic intuition
worthy of rational political merit
if "they" really have decided you are merely insane,
without any cultural or commercial value.
Our purpose
and perhaps even our sacred promise
remain clouded in unknowing.
For hyper-curious co-arising dipolarity,
a constantly stressing threat
of perpetual solitary confinement,
deep listening
in silent echoing silos
of trauma's non-communication
Ominously silent noise
followed by angry
frightened monotheistic voices
screaming prophecies of AnthroSupremacist doom
Reciting slender mythic HerStory memories
of lost panentheistic potential.
Today and onward...
Soldier of Christ,
there is a great fight ahead of you:
Daily praying for others, leading them to God,
discipling them conscientiously;
Helping the prodigal children go back to the Father,
encouraging the wounded to endure holy battles...
Hence, always and daily...
Put on the whole armour of God.*
You are that Christian warrior
of the spiritually-armed forces of the Supreme Commander
mandated to wrestle "not against flesh and blood
but against rulers of the darkness of this world in high places."
Thus, today and constantly...
Put on the whole armour of God.
As commissioned to be strong in the Lord,
fight the good fight of faith
empowered by the might of Christ,
not as one that beats the air...
advancing His kingdom
populating heaven
vanquishing hell's gates.
Therefore today and everyday...
Put on the whole armour of God.
*Ephesians 6:11 "Put on the whole armour of God, that ye may be able to stand against the wiles of the devil."
Ephesians 6:12 "For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places."
February 19, 2019
In deep,drenched trenches did they wait
To confront the foe
Mud-infested and rat-swarmed.
Lit fags,shielded by begrimed and cupped hands,
Passing from mate to mate
Against the booming background
Of the heavy guns.
Some shells bursting overhead
Others throwing up clumps of dirt and burning flesh.
Stifled screams of pain
Which distant ears deny
As they dread the cry
"Over the top"
Into the blazing barrage and the limb-ripping wire.
Now in quiet,restful trenches do they lie
Stark white crosses
Populating the ground
Still and peaceful
Grim reminders of a war
We have time to regret
And wish it had not come to this
That so many had to give their lives
So selflessly to save our future
And lose theirs.
Objections to The Rule
Objectification of a person happening every single day
Quantification on what is certain when the process has lost its way
Magnification hiding behind the curtains like a child wanting to play
Qualification of my burdens as there’s always a price to pay
Calibrations of mechanical tones that require problem solving
Elevations of puritanical zones that inspire one to keep evolving
Celebrations of botanical clones that desire protective clauses to keep the atmosphere from eroding
Communications of fanatical gnomes populating the order that’s revolving
Indignation for a system that’s corrupt beyond my words
Infiltration that has resisted both the profound and the absurd
Immunisation that’s insisted upon while they are screaming to be heard
Anticipation for those assisted in their dreaming for the gifted and the burned
I’ll sigh in resignation for the life I used to know
While they lie in consternation and refuse to let me grow
Extended sighs of gravitation that comes from the highs and lows of
A certain devastation that I can’t hide but can’t help show
The End copyright Elizabeth Moroz
While Shuttered Up Inside... ©ozy
Snug Air Conditioned Demesne...
Analogous to my boyhood
cosseted and bereft, I assay
to poetically elucidate how majority
of mine years found me
deft keeping danger at bay
only thru the pour substitute
of my imagination
remaining safe within the causeway
of a quasi Norman Rockwell picturesque
unblemished near utopian day,
where trumped up "FAKE" danger
stoked courtesy of
anticipatory anxiety didst essay
when pinhead size
pores faux stressed
every epidermal square inch
populating skin oozing perspiration
along I-59 pro Roman
lix spittle sweaty freeway
precipitated, via illusory mailer daemons
unavoidably pitching me
into an inescapable fray
unlike late twenty somethings
(Jay Austin and Lauren Geoghegan,
whose cruel fate
at the hands of Isis militants
published online by Irish Times),
evinced carpe diem
existential Great Gatsby
live life to the fullest
created an extraordinary journey
(now forever immortalized as
daring adventurist trekkers)
with ample horseplay
deliberately, egregiously, fanatically
and wantonly killed,
when purely exalting in zest
promulgated by indomitable spirit
found me choked up,
a baby boomer i.e. west
tern civilized married bloke,
who opted to die vest
away from blatant uncertainty
never daring to experience unrest
outside a severely circumscribed perimeter,
exempt from a life
and death litmus test,
where very little harm extant,
when taking repast or rest
only ushering, venturing,
and taking, sans
quotidian cerebral quest
ensconced within four walls
without nary a pest
except...pet peeves of mine
within psyche built a nest,
nonetheless hounded by many a vicious beast
whose predatory cannibalistic feast
comprises thine psychological state greased
with until mortality expires,
asper being temporarily lend leased.