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INT. SCENE 1 – THE AWAKENING – DAY
FADE IN:
It was born in a test tube,
Twitching organic mass, form skewed.
They fed it chaos and it grew.
More tests ordered. More data due.
They poked it daily for a phase,
Kept in an incubator daze.
Mesmerising to watch,
This new form scared of touch.
It was secret, shrouded in myth.
No regret subverting parental shift.
They caged it for safety,
They said.
It would rage, unsure of identity.
It bled.
But did it feel pain? Skins shed.
The question kept being asked.
They poked again—curiosity unmasked.
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EXT. SCENE 2 – THE ESCAPE – NIGHT
The compound was a proud facility,
A bastion of societal stability.
But they had no idea what they had.
They didn’t know it was sad,
Or how that rage would come in waves—
Bursts of fury none could brave.
Of course it escaped.
It saw trees, tried their shape.
Standing gave no thrill,
So it moved on with sentient will.
No longer content to mimic or mirror—
Its form turned strange, its outline unclear.
INSERT: NEWSCAST AUDIO
“Smelly blob terrorizes locals—”
It became the talk of social vocals.
It smells, it looks forlorn.
It better behave or be clearly gone.
Edges undefined,
Obscure and growing all the time.
Tentacles and warped limbs,
A head that could be a stomach—or wing.
A sight to shake your footing if you dared to look up.
It reached the city, tore buildings down.
Huge now, destruction for a crown.
It stomped, it thrashed, toward the centre bound.
And the scholars in their coats
Poked again—
It hollered, several guttural throats.
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EXT. SCENE 3 – THE BATTLE – DAY
They didn’t know what it was—so they tried to destroy it.
It ran amok. We can’t employ it.
We can’t live with what we can’t control.
We mustn’t underestimate our role.
Kill the beast.
Then—it spoke.
CAMERA PANS IN – THE MONSTER SPEAKS
I’m ill-formed.
You brought me here, gave me these tools.
I don’t know what I am either,
But I’m trying to find where I belong.
To roam, to take shape.
I want your help—
But I won’t get it.
In the tube, I felt defined.
Out here, misplaced.
Scared and angry feel the same.
If I must be killed,
Aim for the head—
But tell me first…
Where that is.
FADE OUT: sirens stop, dust settles, silence.
And sadness reigns
Though never ordained
from the simple truth
Billowing joy
Subverting bliss
Standards too ephemeral
To lobby the naked
wishes we hold
Desperately close
To our heart
And sadness reigns
Our heart
once whole
Sputter and mends
And beats eternally
No matter the blood
No blood the matter
It seeks, filters
and dispenses joy
From mechanoly cells
Pleading for regeneration
The familiar beg towards
Indiscriminate joys
Mean nothing but
To be left alone
Crystallized, for exhibition
to the many
Everyone partake
Seek a morsel for
Yourself
Because it's fleeting
And sadness reigns
Through our ears,
Acoustic lies flutter
Sincerely, vacant waves
Of love melodic,
It does its job,
Tainting sweetly our reality
While souls huddle close
For a deeper view
Our here and now
Climbs, repels
From sentimental summits
Vistas of pretty dreams
Fragrant, lauding over
The stench whispering
Towards the barren valley below
Then back to us
Hearing, humming
Exhuming
Chemical reactions
Singed
By recall
Broken or of whole
The music
Causing joy to
Drop by when we need it the most
And sadness reigns
We're startled,
As focus brings
The world into
Rarefied view
Intensive stare,
Colliding our senses
Interpreting their meanings
Elastic snowballs
Thundering into
Psychotic waves of
Lustful avalanches
that burn the retinas
With joy, inquisition,
Indelible glances
Hung up neatly
To wear when
Dreams demand them,
And there are peeks,
Boisterous looks
That tease your mind
And theirs
Visionary tales
Gross of dischord
And malfunction,
Though they serve
As guests,
Glee in a box,
Nibble, taste
Devour, done
And sadness reigns
Because you and I
All before us
And those to follow
And yet to come
Arrive, depart through
Unmarked swiveled doors
Betwixt adjoining suites
Cemented
Endlessly
By the mundane
we require
The horrific which we
Bring and run across
The zeal we grab
For ourselves and others
The aggression we
Wage and deflect
The resignation we extract
And authorize
And somehow
As sadness reigns
We defect
And elect
To be ruled
By something else.
(1/27/05)
Freedom with far Freedom with Order with less Order with far
less emphasis on less emphasis emphasis on less emphasis
Order - on Order - Freedom - on Freedom - ___________________________ ____________________________
F Far-reaching Fundamental O Opportunistic Onerous
R Rectifications; Receptivity R Responses Regulatory
E Effectuating Expressly D Diminishing Dogmas;
E Evolving Empowering E Empirical Emplacing
D Determinants Diversity; R Rights; Rules
O Ostensibly Optimizing L Lessening Limiting
M Maximizing Meritocratic E Effective Equalitarianism;
L Laissez-faire; Lifestyles; S Subgroup Subverting
E Exhorting Enhancing S Sureties; Safeguards;
S Superior Systemic F Fostering Formalizing
S Sensibilities; Subjectivism; R Regimens Restrictions;
O Obviating Operationalizing E Eroding Engendering
R Revisionism; Responsiveness E Egalitarianism; Exclusivity;
D Demanding Developing D Devaluing Demonizing
E Exceptional Eclectic O Objective Oppositional
R Resourcefulness. Representations. M Messaging. Movements.
___________________________
Above are these competing views
Of social construct ends
And choice is not to win or lose
But how they all should blend.
The truth is each is built into
The fabric of our days
Requiring that we must pursue
Sound, realistic ways.
Judicious blend is what we need
To keep us on due course -
With none promoted to exceed
And sanction our remorse.
Exorcist -
i need an exorcist...
for Lord, i am possessed -
there are two souls trapped inside my chest,
entwined like duelling snakes...
their conjoined clamor drums in my ears,
shaking me from the pit of my
belly to my aching skull,
they struggle against each other
like squabbling Siamese twins -
beleaguered inmates they are, prisoners in my body's jail
they are rivals for my heart -
that never give up the fight.
24/7 they disrupt my life, rattling their sabers against my ribs...
nameless, faceless, nonetheless i know -
one of these souls is mine - i think - but the other...
the other soul is yours.
oh ho yes! i didn't escape you darling;
that day at the airport, when our romance crashed and burned,
when i turned on my heel and walked away (without a backward glance)
i may have left your body behind, your corroded spine
and weak-willed heart;
but your soul tagged along for the ride.
interloper...
you slipped in through my lips and lodged yourself
in that little space between my diaphragm and my heart.
now there you sit, hunched like a goblin,
with streaming black hair...
and out here in the waking world, i can feel your influence
overwhelming me...drowning my feeble reality.
my soul isn't strong enough to fight...
and now I'm turning into you.
your long unkempt hair is mine, snaking in blonde tendrils
down my ramrod spine...
your rock tees and tatts decorate my milky flesh,
your music pounds in my head, subverting the focus of my life
to the darker side, where the cookies are hash and the milk
is laced with Russia's finest...
worst of all, the image of you is no longer just a harsh memory,
but a painful presence permeating every fibre of
my aching heart.
i wish i could forget you, i wish i could be free...
but with this parasite soul of yours buried inside,
freedom is just a hopeless dream...
a flimsy fantasy...
Written: December 24, 2023, For Anoucheka Gangabissoon Contest
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Forgiveness is felicity fetching a hefty feud.
It warms our hearts and improves our mood.
To live calmly on Earth, embrace forgiveness.
Dexterously Defrock dawn air; discover dearness.
As a fury furrow flees, I forgive you—feigned foe.
Sustain stance—yessing zeal, solemnize and glow
Forgive and allow your foe an alternative chance.
As he begs for pardon with his frail stance,
Scintillate the shiny strands of the sealed niche.
Paths of forgiveness reveal an intriguing switch.
With prayer, ember angels carry spots to paradise.
Requesting a thoughtful endeavor toward demise.
Hearse historically hab-dabs with the dead.
With dawn of fresh days, let's start a raw tread.
Continue treading amidst reduced leaf drift.
Flower sheaths peeking down when buds swift?
As seen from a prism of vanished years.
How innocuous the task and the tiara appear.
In times of harmony, past feuds were futile.
A vanishing scowl encircles the path scruple.
Furthermore, when anger or fury is at its peak,
There is a factor worse for the heart: to speak.
Being loved is all that matters in this world.
Pray for peace, ease the burden of an iron sword.
Same plight—yelling, oral, mental, and emotive.
Septic sequels stir kids to feel fearful and erosive.
Reducing their physical and mental resilience.
Subverting their intended infancy and innocence.
Flowers have brighter petals and fragrance.
Though previously absent—sky in its radiance.
Defying gravity tug feels absurd, yet it's true.
Now each stride is airy, and there is no foe.
Forgiveness has a way of lifting gloomy moods.
It truly restores vigor and removes toxic feuds.
1st Place Contest Winner
So, I’m the last survivor of a breed that ruled the world!
Brrr! It’s getting mighty cold.
I suppose we can’t complain though. Our innings was quite long.
Brrrr! It’s getting mighty cold.
When I was just a nipper not long hatched from the egg,
Brrrrr! It’s getting mighty cold,
My dinosaurus granddad told us stories of an age,
When everything was beautiful and fair.
We had a democratic system,
We had judges stern but just.
No one knew what hunger was,
We just ate ferns and moss.
O happy salad days!
Brrrrrr! It’s getting mighty cold.
I suppose we got too dozy in our leafy paradise
And didn’t see the rot was setting in.,
When a bad-egg dinosaurus by the name of Tyrannosaurus
Decided violent revolution was a more preferable solution
To the problems of the state than was steady evolution.
Brrrrrrr! It’s getting mighty cold.
He taught that eating lettuce was a very foolish practice,
That eating meat was what we ought to do.
“In the case of scarcity, don’t think t a perversity
To eat a weaker brother. Let the weak go to the wall!
Brrrrrrrr! It’s getting mighty cold.
The ensuing decimation with each succeeding generation
Of our species led in time to a general deterioration,
Then a cataclysmic annihilation until the time has come
That I’m the only one left to tell the tale.
Brrrrrrrrr! It’s getting mighty cold.
Those frisky little suckers that constantly make fun of us
Doubtless think they’ll have it all their way – and so they may!
The sun denies to none of heydays at least one.
But after that? Brrrrrrrrrr! It’s getting mighty cold!
Beatitudes for the Silent
Beatitudes for the ailing hearts
Gratitude for those who have been there from the start
Attitude from those who are willing to depart
Platitudes for those who just want to seem smart
Commendations for those who aren’t competing for validification
Inspiration on offer for she who is looking for elation
Co-modification of a profiteering person who is subverting the situation
Simplification of a narrative that is too complex for pronunciation
Limitations of my mind in terms of articulating conceptual theories
Imitations of mankind by artificial intelligence seems quite dreary
Complications of the refined while I am discarding Timothy Leary
Invocations of the defined as all this contemplation makes me weary
Overpopulation is ironic as we sit there isolated
Aggravation feels moronic as they can’t see the facts that have been stated
Admiration for the iconic statements that seem complicated
Defamation for the sardonic who seem to be elated
Aspirational implications for those in surplus of self belief
Exasperation for the rumination that propels you toward grief
Adaptational genetics of innovation that make you exclaim in disbelief
Congregational phonetics that have been designed by mischief
Resigned to fate I must deliberate on more contentious topics
Designed to hate the human race is self centred and myopic
Defined by love in some debates while writing a biopic
Inclined to state the truth I look for concentration that’s symbiotic
The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz
In the avalanche, I lost track of my guiding light.
I fled my fireside. I had to evacuate my homestead.
Driven far astray by frenetic frozen fright,
I was just a cowardly racing rescuing airhead.
The wounded wooden face of my brother
lugged away by paramedics in a wheelchair.
My tomb of sleep was my 3 am druthers.
But I called 911, puzzling at my sibling’s stare.
Living and dying from underworld to mountaintop,
the EMTs raised him off the floor like a bag of potatoes.
Everything was breathing pollen and allergen nonstop.
All my raw instincts lacked right or wrong thought flows.
It’s true; I lost poetry. I abandoned my paintings, my pottery,
as though the subverting season of AI sophistry reigned supreme,
as though all creativity was randomized in a human lottery,
as though all consciousness is reduced to a particle beam.
Vacant, these weary eyes roll up in my head.
Vacant, how much long-term despondency to endure?
My brother lives and dies each day in his bed,
defenseless, like a never healing wound with no cure.
My days are distractions, a mad confusing deflection.
I vacated my poetic home, my fireside muse.
I raft the unfamiliar caregiver currents without reflection.
I can’t live forever homeless, maintaining the caregiver ruse.
Sleep now, my brother, knowing life offers you another aim.
Tap resilience from your broken body. This will clear your mind.
My pallet for tending, nourishing, and wiping deserves no acclaim.
Nobody asks for these duties. No one can ever put them behind.
prolonging pain
ongoing insane
subverting hurting
ain't working
dodging the day
gets me no pay
prices up wages flat
elect a democrat
who does better than
what's done by republican
spending more
on making war
apolitical is political
just gonna be inhospitable
give me drug to raise me up
and take me down wine in cup
was gonna say
everything go away
cats meow
neal meal now
no time poetry
gotta let it be
maybe later
check this incubator
used to care
for peace everywhere
became a methodist
only matters can boys kiss
and lesbians bliss
oh say can you sing
with wesleyan wing
a silent song of war
while we ignore
poverty bankruptcy
of non jubilee
duopoly economy
thought Jesus was
more than a buzz
of sweet sky pie
for when we die
but I reckon not
so I keep my spot
infer never new birth
meek really shall inherit earth
keep using currency
of private debt and usury
believe lie called scarcity
wink the eye at complicity
can grace restrain
leak from my brain
may hope restore
and better more
the garden in
new jerusalem
will holiness
that cannot bless
any hour wholly mess
unless we confess
we bottle the Spirit
and at Her we spit
will never let Her out
for She might shout
and take no more
unending culture war
running victory laps
on pseudo martyr maps
the fight must go on
til all earth left gone
maybe remnants rise
seizing ceaseless paradise
bridegroom become the bride
city come down no place to hide
I’ve been hearing melodies
You’re always chiming when you lie
And your muffling is on repeat
Repeat, repeat
And when you’re gone I feel redundant
Repeat, repeat.
Entrapping at night
Feeling right
And now you inveigling is on repeat
like the fortnightly purge
I'm dancing because you’re offbeat
Repeat, repeat.
I’ve been hearing melodies
I don’t like your lyrics
I’ve been hearing melodies.
When you’re here I feel clichéd
I just wanna be part of your choruses
Save me from the intriguing overlap
You don’t want to go transmuting with me
And when I'm with you, all i have is express thoughts
And I'm dancing because you’re reciprocating.
Everyone is idiosyncratic sometimes
And now your signifying is on repeat
Your words cut deeper than a needle
And when you’re gone I feel stagey
Then you came with all your subverting
Still I feel stagey.
I’ve been hearing melodies
You must think I'm an unoriginality
And now your infringing is on repeat
I just want to be part of your choirs
Part of your verses
You vocals.
I’m dancing because you are indiscreet
Repeat, repeat.
I don’t like your intentions
Repeat, repeat!
You aint ever gonna be discreet,
You are my worksheet
Repeat, repeat.
I’ve been hearing melodies
They’re on repeat, repeat.
Still no one but me can hear them…