Long Repression Poems
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I have listened to,your stories
Heard your talk on Human Rights
It’s warmed the cockles of my heart
On many a Bastion night.
The next time I come across,
And I know I surely will
The indiscriminate victim
Of a Taliban kill
I won’t get upset
Or have any sleepless nights
I’ll know the Tali did it in defence
Of his version of Human Rights
And when we leave this country
After years of combat and bravery
And the Afghani woman are
Returned to their Burkha’d slavery
And ISIS cross the channel
Because our security is so bad
And unleashed chaos on the streets
In pursuit of their Jihad
And they demand Sharia law
In my native England
I’ll try to stay calm
And try to understand
And I won’t get upset
And try not to hate
Those religious fanatics with views
Five hundred years out of date
For I have listened to your story
Heard you speak of Human Rights
It’s warmed the cockles of my heart
On many a Bastion night,
Written sone years ago, but the repression goes on with women being denied education and treated like chattels/
Intuitive Clones of Progress and Dying
Obsidian stones for some contrite emotional relief
Oblivion clones marching in combined technocratic belief
Meridian moans of melancholy surging with existential grief
Davidean tones of allegory forming from a holy belief
The lack of any certainty that defines someone living on the edge
The cracks in processing modernity that leave you lingering on the ledge
Of epistemological thought forms that internally shake and form a philosophical wedge
Between the notion of absurdity that’s revoked as you keep persisting through the dredge
Improvisational expression after structural defeat
Confrontational confession that forces innocence to retreat
Congregational repression that sweeps the gullible off their feet
Recreational intercession as the holy scriptures start to deplete
We consummate the future plan by banning everything but more emphatic laws
While we promulgate the sounds of progress and demand more and more
As we innovate the underprivileged in their loneliness and mass exploit the poor
I try to communicate the brokenness while I ask what all of this is for?
Competitions and renditions of trauma that ask how much have you been exposed to suffering ?
Depositions of technicians that redirect the internet for all its buffering
Precognitions of physicians that diagnose you while they’re stuttering
As they decommission the transitions that they claim need moral covering
Premonitions of grace falling down from a radiant evening sky
Expositions of a face that is always inclined to cry
Inhibitions of the disgraced as they look at who they can now buy
Intuition that is laced with the ability to embrace life before you die
The End Elizabeth Moroz Copyright
I’m not sure I believe in religion
Not as explained in the Bibles I’ve read
I don’t think heaven or hell
Is a place we go when we’re dead
I don’t like thinking of life as a test
Being judged be some omnipotent God
Although I believe in the difference between right and wrong
And you might find that rather odd
For survival of our species
It’s important that morality rules
And to explain the unexplainable
Gods were created to appease the fools
To make mankind survive and behave
He needed to follow a righteous path
So heavenly reward for doing the right thing
Was invented in a story that would last
I am impressed by man’s ingenuity
And acknowledge that religions help individuals cope
I would not try to influence you not to believe
If that is what gives you hope
But much evil has also come from these beliefs
Discrimination, hatred and repression
Doesn’t matter which religion you practice
History has taught us this sad lesson
I feel that I am merely mortal
And lack the capacity to understand
Whatever the reality of God is
It can’t be known by a mortal man
This is the struggle with which I wrestle
Lacking the faith to believe what I was taught
But if we stuck to the basic dogma of most religions
I think the similarities would all be caught
Do good and love thy neighbor
Treat others like you want to be treated yourself
Then who cares which God you believe in
Or what bible sits on your shelf
When universal trauma lurks
with upper hand,
To know paranoid loss
is to fear unjust death
of much-loved reputation
compassion's robust integrity
and pleasure's self-respect.
When unitarian therapy
lends Her feminist sway
to feel peace
and co-invest in life
is to predict pronoia
and cherish waxing love
and self-forgiveness.
For both these reasons,
we send a significantly wrong message
of blame the victim
when we post public health messages
like "Suicide is preventable"
Which is no more
or less true
than Systemic Trauma is
and is not preventable
within one anthropocentric
LeftBrain verbally dominant
monotheistic ecocidal lifetime,
OR one mature and healthy democratic trust relationship,
one compassionate communication ReGenerative Story,
one encircling EnLightenMind/EmPowerBody
resiliently brilliant
resonantly elegant
polyamorous and possibly pantheistic
naked native Nature
sacred/organic
win/win narrative
Gaian Hypothesis prophesying,
When trauma lurks
with upper dissociative
and irreligiously patriarchal
right-hand victimizing vengeance fist,
To know mental depression
body-shaming repression
cognitive oppression
intuitive pleasure suppression
is to fear comprehensive
fight or flight
and critically frenzied frozen events
of neurological,
and now also ecological,
loss.
When therapy
lends EarthMother's feminist sway
to know resonant win/win integrity
reconnecting healthy life's
most resiliently wealthy impressions
is to predict patriotic trust
and matriotic safety,
animus penetrating truth
and anima receptive beauty,
expressive cognitive compassion
and impressive intuitive pleasure
Win/win thriving respite
from ego- and eco-distempered,
win/lose survivalist,
dissociatively irreligious,
RightWing dominant trauma history
To fully rekindle compassion's
wealth embodied laughter
health mindful listening
Gaian Muse lustery
Organic passion's sacramental
deep erotic governing
exotically orgasmic
therapeutic pleasure mystery.
Silent Lies and Deception
In the silence of murky waters
There slithers oily snakes of the night
Wearing masks of deception
Beware of fools singing with Stalin’s tongue
The KGB shall set you free
Drowning you in the river Volga
The cold water keeping your lips tight
Whilst the silent ones spread their deceits
Lies, lies their dirty little lies
I wonder how their tongues wag and loudly sprout
So righteous, like imams with out a doubt
I call for radio silence
When comes the clique of hate
They say they have none, and
Maybe this is true
They run out at times, spreading it to you
Those who truly have good will and peace
Growing like flowers in a botanical heaven
Never spew the bloody insecticides here on earth
That alters the genes of peace in me and you
Beware of white sheep
That howls like the wolf at the full moon
A wise man knows the meaning of silence
Silent ones simply slither sneaky prose in the night
The Caspian Sea
Holds many ghosts who if not for death
Could tell you many silent tales
Of those with a million smiles and twisted masks
Seekers of the Silent Lies and Deception
Dead Sea and salty tombs
Silent in womb
Notes: The last poems Angel and Devil, about mans ability for both good and evil, I continued the theme here, by describing two repressive regimes, Russian under the likes of Stalin and Putin and the Palestinian one under Arafat. The poem is either incomplete or to be continued in a second poem, as in the end I inferred the Silent one Amina, a story about the repression and hardships of women in India. An excellent book by a great author Fiza Pathan.
Idiosyncratic Introspection
Fear turned inward can only eventually present outward in its expression
Tears are trepidatious when dealing with years of emotional repression
Lear as in the King was another vehicle for literary confession
Clear as water from a river bed that keeps your mind flowing in thoughtful procession
Culmination of such tension brings a terse clambering of sounds
Rumination on your own inventions can lead to both the unhinged and profound
Illumination in the name of prevention guilds a scientific crown
Communication is hardly mentioned as they debate with philosophical frowns
Conclusions directed toward the students whose goals are far beyond the struggling horizon
Confusion misdirected in the name of prudence like foals first footsteps that can’t be relied on
Protrusion like a mathematical equation that a rival department has its eye on
Collusion of a political statement that should be questioned with the skeptical lights on
Twighlight passing over brings reflection through the cascading brilliant light
The bright commanding future evolves into a sacred sight around midnight
I might stop remaining that I suture my own wounded soul to heal all of this fright
And take a moment to be refraining in the silence of the height of my delight
The End by Elizabeth Moroz Copyright
Anger amongst my people
From all the police brutality
Resulting in so many young
Mens fatality
Our hands are up
Don't shoot
Don't stomp us out
With your boots
We face down on the ground
Don't Use your billy club to pound
Police shoots and kills
Then gets off for it
This can't be real
Don't use unjust violence on me
I'm a citizen
We as a race should have known better then
Don't shoot
I'm going for my identification
Such a racist nation
If police started killing off Caucasians
Then it would be a situation
Don't shoot
I have a kid in the car
Pow pow pow
Now you went to far
How many shots does it take
To subdue a man
2, 6, 20
Explain officers so we can understand
This is our justice system
Systematically killing blacks
How are we to commemorate
When we under attack
Bias and unjust
In America we don't trust
Police brutality
What's your rationality
Repression and criminalization
Of an entire generation
Racial disparities
Giving us welfare and calling it charity
Our ancestors built this place
Yet a white officer is present
in every black mans murder case
Stop don't shoot
My hands are held high
Pow pow pow
Another nigga dies tonight
At first we had traumatic stress
just being born
and later shock of near death,
physical and mental,
natural and spiritual,
lack of health
and unsafe, messy wealth.
Then traumatic cultural stresses
grew up into a global syndrome
of sad neglect
toxic fueling chronic depression,
multicultural repression
caste suppression,
cognitive and affective
double-binding dissonant
multigenerational dissociation.
Then post-traumatic historic stress syndrome
swept up panic attacks,
disabling shell shock,
invasive violent cultural shlock,
long-term victimization locks,
criminalization ad hoc
legislated abominations,
violent domestic and national monoculturing schools
of semi-thought through
flowing pure and healthy imaginations
creeping toward chronic creepy anxiety,
lose/lose de-nihilistic codependency,
mutually assured destruction
in bloodless
micro-annihilating pools.
Now we have pre-traumatic herstoric stress syndrome
for ever more biocultural pathology
in internal
and external climates,
venues,
lyrics and lessons,
narratives of unraveling devolutions
inevitably heavy self-implicating
stiff-necked stubborn scales
In-between disempowering monoculturalism
monopolistic monotheism
ego-privileged anthro-supremacism,
economic ecological lack of co-invested empathy,
And enlightened EarthPatriotic resonance
anxiously anticipating
polycultural revolutions
sustaining robust health care
ecosystemic wealth.
Why does it matter
if we sing or dance or call
"Make American Trauma Again"
pre- and post-suffering
the greatest response of all?
Isn't trauma of unrelenting win/lose competitions,
of StraightWhiteMale aggressive monoculturalism,
mono-egotheism,
monopolistic theology,
a culturally devolving climate trend?
Inside and outside,
before and after traumatic birth
and death of isolated individuals
swimming in a hegemonic
demonizing atmosphere
of win/lose capitalist self-defeating wounds
at risk of overwhelming all empowering lovely acts
and pre-post-enlightened passionate hearts
For resilient
ecotherapeutic stories
of positive
multiculturally cooperative
green peace
health care wealthy resonance.
Myriad desires
that our heart aspires
manifests as dreams
subconscious mind streams.
We wish to possess
objects to progress,
to enhance self-worth
for our time on earth.
Not all dreams are met,
like a Boeing jet
or a fancy yacht,
so we’re in a spot.
We never forget
what we did not get,
thus this repression
causes depression.
Rise in a jiffy
is always iffy,
so feeling hemmed in,
we resort to sin.
Our misaligned heart
is where cravings start,
until we be still,
accepting God’s will.
Silence then the way
that makes earth life play,
head-heart hand in glove,
suffused with God’s love.
Once ego’s no more,
as of old folklore,
love blows us a kiss;
we reclaim soul’s bliss.
06-September-2022
Precious sabeta
I met her on the eve of January 31st 2017
A woman of fine beauty and brains one cannot deny
She gazed at me with those beautiful loving eyes,
As if hypnotized I had to make her mine
She opened her mouth to speak and I felt so weak
But then her voice so sweet fell on my ears, relieved my fears
She embraced me with grace, her smiling face soothing my conscience
I never thought I’d ever meet someone so gorgeous
My goodness gracious she said her name is sabeta
You see, I was seduced by the looks and the glamour
Of this fine individual with a sense of humour
Like her name she reflected an image of perfection
I was trying to hide these feelings of repression
Emotions overwhelming logic and reason
Like a pleasant drug, she had clouded my vision
Eyes blurry and her name echoing in my ears
Something this precious is usually very rare
Or maybe I’m already in love I was just unaware
Her presence is missed every time she’s not around
I begin to think of her every time I hear the sound
Of my cellular phone ringing damn, she gets me day dreaming
About spending time with her my heart is still aching
To have her all to myself and it’s almost breaking
When I think of her my heart increases its beating
And when she not around my happiness starts decreasing
I’d like to ask her out but have not the courage
Afraid she’s already taken or booked for marriage
Fair Precious who is so fine,
I will not rest until I make you mine.
Kvg