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Let’s take this outside
Your turn to be objectified
Necktied offside and brutified
Come step outside
Where you can no longer hide
Now you and me can collide
You’re worse than godzilla’s bride
Torpefied and vilified
Uglified, mean and evil-eyed
Always snide and undignified
Ringside, in your false pride
the eyes of Hitler recognized
Executing his genocide
Feeling justified nationwide
Lately I’ve been preoccupied
With thoughts of homicide
Accident by countryside
broadside you flip side
See you land in the fireside
For all the misery aside
you put me through - testified
Is your meanness really classified
I’m no longer taking it - qualified
I‘m no longer hiding it - quantified
No more excuses - are you satisfied?
Germicide and pesticide
Have you ever tried
To drink a ton of formaldehyde
To soften up your cowhide
Now we can go back inside
Your reign of terror on override
You’re toast and you’re fried
You’re been hogtied and humanified
Stupefied and rectified
Just as prophesized
AP: Honorable Mention 2025, Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on May 16, 2018 for contest 8-MILE STYLE POETRY CONTEST sponsored by NICK TRIM - RANKED 4TH
We met upon the stairs. In a brief moment of chance, I did not allow myself to be drawn away by other brighter, faster burning lights which held a momentary fascination and then flicker away destined to other paths. Approaching cautiously at first, you smiled. I drew a breath carefully and consciously, trying NOT to be the consumer and consumed at the same time. I can assure you, I am guilty of both. These guilts are born of my own selfish, greedy nature.
May the full cost of lies and truths be now forever damned !.... Brace yourself for the tide WILL come and claim its prize for both of these.
There is no more time, now you've gone for the long rest. Your part in my equation can now, never be solved. You have been removed, YOU, from all who loved and embraced you, and you, in return, embraced over the years. From your family, your kith and kin, your nearest and dearest, within the donjon of your castles' keep, where the young tendrels took root, were nurtured, and grew into strong confident men. You from Me. I think that length of time, I can not bare...You've now been long away these many many years. Too long have I focused and placed worth upon the many stresses each day bent and cast upon us. After, when too, I have made that forever last bed, no cost can be measured there, only the infinity of space and time can be quantified. I have no course corrections I can make in that sheathed landscape. They come in their own sweet time and, once upon you, there is NO second encour. I am behest to say, you saw the one true being held inside here. The die has been cast in that long winding, corridor through time, in memorum. If not for you, my life would have been less. Foolish vanities lain waste to this desert soul. Dry and barren this desert landscape. The trifles of an average day we shared. Thinking not of how quickly we would away from those hallowed halls, on those dark worn stairs we trudged together. Our arms tested under the weight of 8 to 12 books in Junior year secured only by our chins.
This Casper, I remain for my friend , who saw all as I did not and still remained my friend. The sinking barge of good intentions, I lain more, put upon more, and still you steared north and true.
Sleep well now my friend.
No one has had a better or more thoughtful friend as I had in you.
Lichen adhered to tree's trunk encrusts its capacity
Patches of debauchery, bumpy story depicts warts
Climb skyward inhibited by extra growth grotesque
A habit steers without cognition, clutched roadmap
Tipple ripples laughter beneath a turbulent fountain
Frantic factory produces smoothly upon first guzzle
Unified aim wastes chaos, pours tranquillity on dust
Pasted nerves pacified stick with visions of Nirvana
Ego free to abandon its cage, street stomp rampage
Drank moderate half bottle is replaceable tomorrow
Appears bearing beseechment of devilish yesterday
A sip didn't administer mist thick enough to sleep on
Thimble begins ruined resolve, vat improving futures
Quantified estatic elation equivalent to liquid imbibed
Reign of rib rub anointing sterilises dried callous cuts
Sun stream runs nude nonchalant in dim changeroom
11th February
Innibriated
Under the dark sky of 2025, where the Genetic Basin pulses
like an overloaded server beneath the shadows of a Sulimi,
my thoughts flow like a faulty algorithm through 6G networks,
whistling beneath faces lit by screens, with AirPods in ears,
running through Amazon Go, crushing biodegradable packaging,
in a digital chaos colder than the melted ice of the Arctic.
Faces of extinguished moons, scrolling TikTok under artificial neon,
with quantum phones vibrating in pockets, lost AI messages,
in the metaverses of a world forgetting to breathe under the gray sky.
Baneasa Mall, now an NFT hub, with free tokens fluttering,
like false stars, bots from online marketplaces invading,
shouting "IT'S FREE!", grabbing synthetic meat, solar energy by the box.
The autonomous bus rattles like a faulty drone, shaken,
where the Suleni virtually trample each other to be the first to board in AR,
to be the first to descend, to sit, crawling slowly through VR, but dashing,
like panthers at the "drop" of a rare NFT—a grotesque dance under the sky,
gray with climate change, under lost AI rhythms.
The Church of the "Holy Sepulchre", a 4K live stream, with digital bags,
sprinting at bayonet, ready to overturn a sanctified NFT, shouting,
"Sirrr, we're in line too!"—a knowing but blind mob,
under pixelated vaults of forgetfulness, under the heavy sky of 2025.
On graphene slabs, between cleaning robots and 3D printers,
I ask: those who built Opera, Roman baths, divine statues,
would they have crawled on nanotube floors for virtual energy?
The master whispers: "These were brought, heating with biofuel,
on trodden floors, with straw under the gray sky!" Today, assistance,
robotic parking, digital muddle, quantum discord, discipline,
under AI sanctions, like Pavlov's algorithm—a metaverse of oblivion.
Under the dim light of a holographic screen, I see the Sulimea as a shadow,
hybrid, with neural implants, unsporty digital fauns, lost.
In quantified globalization, wings broken by AI, stars melted in carbon clouds,
a drained Genetic Basin under the rhythms of an AI mimicking
Inna's voice—my melancholy is a lost code, an eternal bug, a dream,
magic under silent slabs, where Chess Pieces no longer see, and I remain, blind,
under the sky of 2025, an echo of a millennium shattered into ashes.
Labyrinth of Sighs
Wondering through a labyrinth of sighs
More platitudes with attitudes that never question why
A litany of afterthoughts about where we go when we die
An emboldened range of rude retorts refuting the reasons why I cry
A canon blazing wartime over a century ago
The night sky spent stargazing, wondering what we really know
A multinational conglomerate just phasing out more duplicitous advertisements that “flow”
A hungry orphan on a street corner, with nowhere else to go
Self-aggrandising promotion everywhere I seem to look
The wealthy uprising causing commotions, celebrities writing books
A typhoon on the island coast, Turkey on the day the earth shook
A morbid day that hurts the most,
An undignified Capatalist crook
The arrogant certainty of western superiority
The way the monotony forms around typecast minorities
The precedence of material goods conspiring to take global priority
The contradictions of individualism that consume the vast majority
The medical anomalies and surgical advancements
The incredible atrocities of cosmetic enhancements
A formidable ferocity of genetics and semantics
An incredible philosophy of frenetic theological pedantics
A sincere gaze of solidarity into another persons eyes
A mere phase of different polarities that use scientific graphs to signify
A Purple Haze of creative improvisational genius that cannot be quantified
A confused daze of inconvenience as another witness is proven to have lied
Returning to the central point of a theoretical discourse
Concerning a fundamental joint possible hypothetical recourse
A burdened soldier after war suffering the agony of remorse
An ancient boulder from the shores of civilisations geographic historical course
A curious mathematician, an inspiring original think
The spurious contradictions of a political candidate on the brink
A furious proposition concerning a scandalously placed eye wink
Human connectivity and the endless search for the missing link
Copywright Elizabeth Moroz
A - rresting beneath dancing fingered fronds palming zephyr's touch.
B - each building sand castles throughout dawning sunlight.
C - rumbling granules of fate in the noonday sun.
D - esigns creating a new look ashore.
E - diting newly fallen sands.
F - ace swells and thins between surges.
G - entle washing refreshens a former facial look.
H - eave water jams buildup.
I - nvigorating capturing look,
J - ubilance in its recapturing feel.
K - aleidoscopic of the whole breathtaking spectrum.
L - andscape of unequaled challenge beheld.
M - isshapen perfections quantified by redo.
N - ew prefaces the horizon offshore, an enigma.
O - ddity baffling amass guesswork pursues.
P - atterns of shapes, sizes, heights, and widths.
Q - uite illuminating factor as a timeline note the ever-increasing world.
R - esembling provocative changes and the required remedies
S - werving challenges the course 'twas laid.
T - ides are forever pushing the new breeds into towns.
U - ndulating wave actions stimulating factors of reawakening.
V - oluminous fills, and packs, until pressure buildup frees life.
W - aves of new life, seeking a better life, old-timers know-to-well.
X - enophiles - welcomed, no xenophobes on these beaches, just welcoming on land, inland, and to the other side.
Y - ielding prayers to our lord redeemer Jesus Christ.
Z - ones; all were notified that zones were a form of separation for easy processing, --that was all a fallacy. Families are to stay together, and friends are to stand nearby. Let the processing begin and for those who are waiting, you may take a number and go outside and truly enjoy our beaches. Aloha
Psychologists,
sociologists,
anthropologists,
and theologians, curiously,
are more likely to confuse the tragic end of humanity
with the end of EarthLife's developmental
and sacred significance.
Environmentalists,
holistic ecologists,
integral biologists,
students of pre-historic religious re-connecting rapture
are less likely
to collapse the sacred rebirthing value of all life systems
into a monopoly game for supporting anthrolife,
both godless and goddessly,
both loveless and lovely,
both lost and found,
both barely tolerated and gracefully esteemed,
both survived today and thriving toward tomorrows
A wider multicultural awareness
of healthy wealthy ecosystems
is less likely to reduce all wise cultural values
omitting pre-verbal and pre-anthro history
of life and death experiences,
Never alphabetized
or quantified
by retold human history
of anthro-regenerative life
and degenerative biosystemic death narratives.
Life as regenerating love experience,
death as lost and degenerating images
of future inside-only integrally known events;
These two,
ecto-present life and endo-future death,
are much older
hoary
ancient,
more sacred, divine memory
than mere human monopolistic imaging
of Earth's imagined bio-health value
for future opportunities
for extractive dissonance,
and for resonant
regenerative resilience
Re-imagining life and death
histories of EarthLove
told and untold
evokes verbal thoughts
about feeling ecologically connected,
theologically re-connecting
reverberating sacred Words of Promise
Premise dancing rituals,
sung and whistled and chirped and roared exclamations,
eulogies and echoing celebrations
Of Earth re/de-generative creation
in and through spiral cycles,
power and light re/de-volution
of dying life
and death reviving.
Silent One
Silent One rises with the solar system dawn
Drawn by solace in the quiet morning
Riding on the gravitational waves
Through numbered stars through dark matter there
Watching zeros mix, blend into the cosmic mist
Numerically correct seen whole among black holes disguises
Into tomorrow out there in themselves as distances
On the lip, inclining on their axis, universes eclipse then passes
Back at home, outside on roaming fields
Look up with them to take the solar system in
As it folds within a timeless bending scheme
Vast sky-capes emanating mostly quiet
Silent One remains intent, contemplative, waving
Stays out there for hours on a lounge chair tending day
Sipping tea beneath the harmless trees in shade
Sits serenely by, out of sight, time slipping by
Golden sun light streaming over day
Seen are the red and yellow flowers
Green grass peeks through abundant colors glow
Moved in a gentle wind to mesmerizing horizons end
Out there between the wilderness serenity and madness
Night comes on, explores the greater cause
Stars rain down, escapes the cosmic grip
Secrets kept, only to forget them when looking to the void
Lines traced in history, erased, once enjoyed
Silent One stands alone between a zero to the left
Two at the right numerically correct
True in place, quantified, residing
One and History rewind themselves, recite the story
Not to worry. There is always more to tell
A time fast forward quickens to the One original
One will always be the Silent One and not another
Fate will lead us off the silent planet
Earth is temporarily our home
Inevitably fading away into the silence black
Like Silent One, just that
Fun time and flight
A clock from Salvador Dali warped and draped in place
surreally oozing the minutes from birth to demise in a
landscape of our own making of how we narrate life and
the story filled with passion love disappointment transition…
Paintings of words and brushed colours danced song
oiled voices splash meaning fly along our journey for
when bells toll time-pieces chime ‘Chronos’ floats in
remembrance anticipation flights of fancy and escape…
Strange and humorous those days past realigned by
the present one blink and the moment is gone while
the river flows around us never the same as time stands
still and ticks just the same cascades the rapids of life…
Sequential on one hand of the clock times counts and
alludes to one thing leading to other like a winged relic
of reasoned emotion with intuition significance left behind
intervals measured and quantified like delusions of science…
Can ‘Kairos’ the indeterminate yet permanent quality
of en-lived stories and en-storied lives of narration and
lined context fly just the same when epiphanies last forever
when what matters most positions the other hand firmly…
Time journeys meanders along the path both forward and
backward remembering the future and changing the past
that is how both ‘Chronos’ and ‘Kairos’ move neck-breaking
speed’s painful arrest when Dali’s meaning melts us together…
It seems funny how and when times fly or when we placidly reason that
our perspective is moving and not the clock after all
05th October 2016 flying past or is it?
To see ecstatic Earth
is to no longer see our home
as merely static,
framed,
quantified,
commodified
Yet,
To see all physical nature as dynamically changing,
ecstatically or more BusinessAsUsual,
is not necessarily to suddenly discover stones
are animistically organic
and ego-conscious.
To find a surrounding universe
or intimate home
ionically balancing,
ergodic repeat patterned,
fractally holonic,
octave tuned and turning,
need not require concluding all things are harmonically alive,
dynamically divine,
polypathic and polyphonic integrity,
climates of eco-ecstasy.
Time between living organic regeneration
and static fossil degeneration
may be a blink
or as slow and steady as a failing tree
falling in Earth's reforesting nutritional landscape
without hungry humane eyes
for ego show and eco-telling
sacred liturgical dances
cooperative life
written in WinWin EarthTribe songs
sung with multiculturing dialects.
Whether change is predator
or prey,
subjectively overpowering
or self-empowering objective,
infective purposeful cause
or affectively meaningful effectiveness,
theologically omnipotent
or ecologically omnipresent,
depends on rational choices for ego-acquisition
and natural organism ways and means
for healthy cooperative requisitions.
When Earth's climate healthy optimization
feels like why economic predation
of angry quakes
and risky winds,
floods of despair
and flames of terror
Then organic universe
intensely invites our prey-erful ecstatic instincts
and our messianic natural spirited belonging
to restoring peace
like happy bird song,
Celebrating resonance of bulbous wombs,
redundant spring flowers,
root systems growing cautious climate re-animism,
curious cooperative nutrition landscapes
of mutual redesign,
courageous WinWin faith
for lost preyed upon regenerations
Sacred integrity's
Climate health revolution.
UnEarthly ecstasy,
Sacred revolutions.