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Elizabeth Moroz Poem
The Empirical Veneers of Decency and Acceptance
It’s funny how perceived intelligence
Is not necessarily a measure of true smarts
How the genius, the barrister and the eloquent
Can miss the point from the very start
It’s quite bemusing to observe her lack of self-awareness
And confusing to preserve his political correctness
While alluding to conserve the after effects of a man who is relentless
As you are perusing the unheard elements of what’s considered to be contentious
An oak tree bending under the weight of the wind
The consideration of the original sin
A public aberration as she slurs her words on gin
The complex observation of a life about to begin
Inspired expressions of unique origination
Retired regressions of an ageing physiques external co-ordination
A man inspired by the confessions of a man about to end his degradation
An electronically wired progression of technological advancement and innovation
Harmony, precision, convergence of vibrations
Artfully envisions the re emergence of interstellar configurations
The fervency among the urgency of a myriad of star constellations
Amidst the certainty that can only be a result of intelligent postulations
The weathered eyes of an elderly woman living alone
A feathered sigh from the mind of the unconventionally unknown
The tethered cry of the kind who has intentionally postponed
The severed high of who signed that chooses to remain unknown
We choose the pathways of glory and aspire for recognition
But what about the other story and the original rendition ?
Of one who is inclined to worry about the execution of her vision
As she feels compelled to say she’s sorry for her constant indecision
Anonymity, privacy, seclusion and choice
To take proximity to ignomy and amplify your voice
And in complexity find the simplicity as you express what you rejoice
As the berevity so explicitly lifts up toward a sky lit hoist
An anomalous creature on display to public crowds
A preposterous feature of the haughty and the proud
And then the monsterous teacher who bellows inconsiderately loud
While the consciousness of true preachers expand upon the clouds
I won’t eject your postulations because they’re your subjective truths
And I don’t expect that conversations will always revert back to your youth
But I’ll inspect the indignations of the unrefined and the uncouth
And reject the conversations that deal in deception and mistruths
The End
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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
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A Meandering Cocophony of Thought that Evades Fate
Contractual obligations toward your future self
Non-Factual invocations that deprive you of your health
Actual comparisons between poverty and wealth
Emmanuel on the eve of a heavenly operation of stealth
Bellowing antiquities of integrated life forms moving
Fellow things that have consummated the notions that you are grooving
Yellowing age old invigorated sojourns that need viewing
Mellowing contrasts of time fade as you continue your fuming
Another tyrrade of dissident rhetorical discourse
The will to invade your neighbouring country without remorse
The shrill parade of a fleet of naval ships veering off course
While the retrograde of your emotions bring with it the inclination for recourse
Elemental tides upon the ebbing flow of time cascading
Influential vibes of a man who is simply fascinating
Consequential sides of an oath that needs constant consecrating
Coincidental rides through space that are perpetually oscillating
Pertinent notions of intricacy simply being
Salient devotions of intimacy focused only on what I’m seeing
Relevant promotions of illiteracy that prevent the poor from dreaming
Prevalent crimes as the UFO’s light up their beaming
Fortuitous events that predict your next steps to be taken
Gratuitous contempt for those who seem visibly to be shaken
Circuitous lament for those left behind when we awaken
Virtuitous intent in the way a concept becomes mistaken
A distinct glimmer of light shining in the corner of an old man’s eye
The instinct to stand and fight when we are forced not to run and hide
A precinct that needs respite as it’s over run with constant crime
To rethink your inclinations for delight when you seek to redefine
Consequential limitations for what we hold dear and true
Environmental visitations that require us to invent so much anew
Influential imitations of a certain point of view
Monumental inclinations of what it means to just be you
The innocence of those children hiding from a threat
The emergence of a building architecturally complex
The convergence of one who is willing not to remain too vexed
The insurgence of the giving, invoking one who has been hexed
I don’t presume to understand or comprehend or to conspire
If I exhume upon the land before my soul comes to retire
I shall resume the awe I hold for the grand illusions from a fire
As the plumes of smoke rise from the stand I take to extricate myself from this quagmire
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Importance of the Alternative Perspective
Contortions of my sentient being
Distortions of my inclinations to dream
Proportions of truth deciphering what it all means
Abortions of opinion as things are not always as they seem
Embellishments of truth displayed on the evening news
An inelegance that’s uncouth waiting for uncivilised cues
An epiphany of untold magnitude seen in awestruck colours of light and hues
A litany of criminal activity revealed by a complex set of clues
The vibrant laughter of children free from care or thought or sorrow
The vagrant daughter of an aristocrat whose forced to beg and borrow
The fragrant spice of delicate refine that contemplated living for tomorrow
The content found on television devoid of depth and so very hollow
Renewed graces of a man given a second chance at living
Perused statements of an intellect whose ideas are always giving
Confused looks from a stern command who remains perpetually unforgiving
The innocent intentions of a naive soul who stakes his fate on wishing
An ordained priest of benevolence preaching love to his fellow man
The contained feast of eloquence as a poet reaches linguistic highs
The engrained yeast of vigilance pacing back and forward as she cries
While the deranged beast of malevolence plots an innocent souls demise
Should we contain the urge to purge our souls from all this hate ?
Or simply refrain to complain at all lest we get locked out of Heavens gate?
Can we pertain noble incline in the workings of the human mind?
Or is the most essential attribute to remain above all else to be kind?
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Glory to the Ukranian Freedom Fighters
Democracy and freedom are under attack
Beaurocracy and greed man,
Don’t let this war criminal come back
Putin is lootin’ the streets of Ukraine
His crimes against humanity are bordering on insane
His unprovoked aggression shows the damage in his brain
A corrupt megalomaniac whose only cause is pain
Let it rain freedom for Ukranian people!
Let it rain democracy for Ukranian people!
the Russian invasion
the Russian invasion
On behalf of the sovereign independent nation
the illegal Russian invasion!
The heroes will take to the streets in an uprising
The bravery and comradery is inherent in the people and not suprising
Fierce Ukranian Freedom Fighters bearing the weight of the burden, making it lighter
Glory to Ukranian Freedom Fighters!
Putin’s dictatorship has caused a nation to conscript
So the west will sink this Russian hypocrite
And Ukranian citizens will shoot from the hip
The torch has been lit
Are you for or are you against it?
The world split in two
Is it me or is it you?
Carnage on the ground
Let’s see you rise up to the sound
Of Ukranian Freedom Fighters
Making the fate of Ukraine brighter
Resistance making the weight of the load lighter
A democratic systematic igniter of universal
solidarity
The independent international community is facing scrutiny
For the mutiny it has on its hands
The beauty of an independent land
Is under direct threat from all directions
It’s the institutions of democracy
That cannot allow this war to be
Children suffering that we cannot see
Mothers breaking for their sons to be free
They’ll fight for freedom from the land, air and sea
The freedom fighters for Ukranian democracy
The west cannot rest while these crimes against humanity remain in operation
Degradation of a sovereign nation
A threat to universal freedom and peace
Incomprehensible indignation is what we’re all facing
Disgracing the name of those who came before him
Mr Putin is mis-computing and convoluting the truth
While a generation of Ukranians are sacrificing their youth
This uncouth leader of soviet oppression
Will never be absolved when he sits down to
confession
Gallileo would bellow in unrelenting shallows of melancholy
Crying for the futile and the folly misfortunes of man
As we stand now as a race with pitchforks in our hands
The Grand in their grandiose delusions
Growing madder, climbing their ladders of greed and corruption
Laughing at luncheons
While the artillery breaks the bones
Of the innocent in the background
A perilous sound is emerging from the earth
A merciless grumbling from the depths like a curse
That we have placed upon ourselves
The iron clad shelves of humanity are beginning to crumble
The iron clad shelves of humanity are beginning to crumble
Rare and perfect life forms are dying in the jungles
While the forests and the mountains weep pristine tears
Collective existence now quivers in monumental fear
So let it rain freedom for the Ukranian people!
Let it rain freedom for the Ukranian resistance!
The Ukranian resistance is going to go the distance
The Ukranian resistance is going to go the distance
The Ukranian resistance is going to go the distance
The End
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Graces for the Loved and the Lost
To the sweet graces afforded to us from above
To the hand of tender guidance that is only born from Love
To the broken boxer taking off his boxing gloves
To the man living on the edge when push comes to shove
For the certainty which overcomes me
When your true nature is the only thing that I see
Because I’ve been down on bended knee
Talking to the man from Gallillee
Wisdom of the purest formation
Segregation of the sovereign nation
Elevation of the situation
A conversation that combats degradation
A pure droplet of beauty coming down from the sky
The shimmering light in a child’s perfect eyes
A reason to fight against corruption and lies
A breathless exhalation in between all of my sighs
I’ll climb the length of the breadth of this planet we live on
Just to hear you tell me to rise up and be strong
Ascertaining the difference between right and wrong
Telling a story to an audience that was a little too long
It takes my breathe away to hear just one of your songs
I don’t know what to say except “pass me the bong !!”
Can’t the human race just learn to get along?
While we stand there in silence and listen to the ancient Chinese Gong
Predict the coming of the ending of an age
It’s only for the brutally brave
But you’ll probably do it anyway
Before you stand up and say what you need to say
Claim respect from the sky
I always pause to ask the question “Why?”
There are so many reasons why I cry
My sorrow is not something I could ever deny
I just want to tell and write the truth
Because I lost what was left of the remainder of my youth
Maybe fly down a phone booth on the back of a mousse using blue tooth ?
I used to be somewhat of a competent wordsleuth
But everything now is so very sub-standard
I think of my work quality and it makes me feel awkward
It’s all been reduced to simplicity and basic expression
It comes from a decade of living in repression
I want to feel the essence of living again
Of what it means to feel joy and to be your best friend
I was so sick and angry that all I could do was offend
And so broken I could not sit,stand or even bend
So the horrors of living have left me quite jaded
After all the glory has gone and my image has faded
There’s nothing left other than what is to be contemplated
And the only thing that I could feel was deflated
But you have given me a glimmer of hope
So I’ll cancel my meeting with the Catholic Pope
And stop looking at trees with my hangman’s rope
And keep up the good fight and start to just cope
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On Friendship
To silently support and hold your belief
To hold you up when you are consumed by grief
To embrace you for all of your idiosyncratic forms
To exist with you beyond the societal norms
To be born of love and kindness and grace
To know every line on your beautiful face
To walk beside you over the passage of time
To defend you with valour against any crime
To believe in your tears as much as your smiles
To conceive all of your fears and uniqueness of styles
To hold your position when you’re too weak to stand
To live with you through the poverty and the grand
To scale the heights of your profound achievements
To stand up for what’s right in the aftermath of bereavement
To go into battle for the honor of your name
To embrace you unconditionally through the anonymity and fame
To understand your intrinsic emotional complexities
To encourage you on your craft, work and dexterity
To elevate you beyond your best version of your self
To come and save you when you’re in poor health
To allow you the freedom to express your true soul
To endure the shared process of what it means to grow old
To support you on whatever opinion you take on
To not transparently agree with you, especially when you’re wrong
To hold you accountable for what’s true and what’s right
To accompany you through the dark lonely night
To give you the comfort you need in a storm
To listen to your advice when you advise me and warn
To grant your perspective credence and intellectual weight
To have your back in a fierce debate
To give you insight when you’re faced with troubles
To always tell you the truth even if it bursts your bubble
To give our friendship the space to become a sacred bond
To help you find justice when you feel you have been wronged
To encourage your depth and your true voice to flow
To allow you to exceed beyond what you already know
To inspire your courage to bravely stand tall
To rewire your progress and retrieve you from the fall
To give you the unconditional comfort of a true friend
Who will remain by your side until our time on earth comes to an end
The End
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Platitudes of Exactitude
Platitudes of exactitude redefining my whole attitude
Don’t want to seem rude but I can’t help but conclude
That the truth will protrude
From a form that just wants to be misconstrued
Everything is in litigation
Or it’s about representation of information
While the train has already left the station
I’m so in love my heart soars with elation
But we’re on different vibrations
I’ve been recognised by the United Nations
But that’s the very last of my important invitations
Because it doesn’t mean that much to me unless I’m involved in demonstrations
Conversations about gender, race, human rights and greed
We’re all enslaved by the daily race to acquire more than we actually need
Many who were falsely arrested are crying out to be freed
And the truth is always fiercely contested so all you liars better take heed
The seed of a prophet crying out from a street corner
A NASA made rocket, a perfectionist performer
Don’t let me ever say that I didn’t warn you
That this planet needs a reboot before A.I. decides to storm through.
Charitable donations from the rich and famous.
Worried consternations from the poor and the nameless.
Neither section of society is entirely blameless
We all participate in acts that could be considered to be heinous.
There’s constant sacrifices of morals and ethics
And compromises in science in the field of genetics
We’ll redifine the definitions as the pace gets more frenetic
Like a frenzied composition from a man no less than pathetic
I won’t regret it unless I take no more action
While the mathematicians get distracted by geometric fractions
Like an osteo-physician that works in birth contractions
Or an arrogant criminal lawyer making official statements of retraction
I recall the instant where your mood went sour
I ran away from the torment as it killed me by the hour
And found catharsis in the petals of a delicate flower
And marvelled at your masculinity and consummate power
So overcome with admiration and elegant considerations
I nearly won the wrong predicament and sent you commiserations
But my loyalty stayed true to you and I overthrew all considerations
And put my reputation on the line while you made the preparations
So I suffer through my love for you
And wander through my painful days
Will I have the strength to see this through
Will I ever see through this haze?
Will we laugh together like two co-conspirators or be innocent like children ?
Can we not take any visitors until we have spent our time together and filled them?
Back to the point of a manifesto forming
About Gallilleo and Nostradamus and the warning
It’s the prophetic state of a vision that is forming
All before we can properly integrate we must withstand the weather of Global Warming
It’s a sure thing to bet on the heaviest contender
Another thing to infiltrate and be a true pretender
I remember the days when I used to go on a bender
In a mind altered Purple Haze while playing my electric black Fender
We all engage in creating an illusion
While we become enraged and distorted with confusion
All the while singing in harmony and perfect unison
While we wait for another irate political protrusion
I’ll take your hand through the conflict and sorrow
And hold you for the rest of the remaining tomorrows
While there’s nothing that I could ask for or even want to borrow
That could make me desert you for any reason or furrow
You might be a man of the world you set on fire
But you’re my light and of you I’ll never tire
You’ll forever be my one true hearts desire
As we wade through this life our great bond will never expire
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The Conditions of Living
Stark organisations of my observations
Respond to beauty with pure elation
Instead of chronic devastation
Process the abject consternation
From contrived over-saturation
And acute mass manipulation
That should be in legal confiscation
Truth found by way of emancipation
Rise above the adversity and degradation
Overcome the uncertainty of racial segregation
As you extract the urgency of the next infiltration
And detract from the perversity of the arrogant indignation
And avoid the poignant topics of required conversation
In the interest of pure self - preservation
Don’t orchestrate to confiscate the critical information
Embrace the heights of potential with great elevation
Accept the wrong inconsequential social invitation
Reject the addictive nature of the selfish inclination
To facilitate someone else’s self-emancipation
Apply for some serious re-evaluation
Don’t let the train leave the gosh darned station
Unless he receives a standing ovation
Allow for the astronomers to make their notations
And for letting the literature fill in the quotations
While the bird flocks head south for winter migration
Martin Friedman the economist and the cost of inflation
The mathematical universe expresses in summation
A less than pleasant suggestive unwelcome connotation
A cynical approach to mass evaluation
An organised attempt at spiritual consecration
A criminal activity that needs no instigation
A mathematical probability that requires calculation
A multitude of Business Titles looking for amalgamation
A season of vicious cycles vying for consideration
A mimick of a gimmick doing cheap impersonations
A complete reassessment of your professional qualifications
A refined quantum theory defined by specific scientific evaluations
Timothy Leary on acid having hallucinations
A cult leaders classic psychological misconfugurstions
An avid readers logical refined and opinionated considerations
A baby giraffe learning to stand and acquire physical co-ordination
A ship returning to land following long maritime regulations
A child holding my hand among frightening configurations
The Hague Court of Human Rights and the United Nations
The brave fought for their sight among oppressive populations
A wave of delight as she lights up a star constellation
A grave request for respite among sincere commiserations
The length of a moment extended by violent altercations
The strength of a migrant involved in peaceful negotiations
The way a vulnerable human approaches a situation
An insurmountable solution that requires intellectual propagation
A celestial cartographic map that requires astronomical navigation
A contested truth on fire with diabolical verbal pronunciations
A loyal friends minder giving his warm salutations
A royal insider selling snippets of misinformation
A committed provider of family deliberation
An acquitted divider of controversial legislation
A high end designer of complex structural complication
The right lens of insiders perpetuating polluted convolution
The mad bend of cognitive dividers orchestrating mass confusion
The technological communicators that normalise artificial infusions
The brazen neuro-configurations of those living through their own delusions
The sacred joining of two souls when a true love is in unison
The redeeming sacrament and sentiment of Holy Communion
The unseeming cultural coagulant that perpetuates this illusion
A fractured bone starting to propagate a painful contusion
Another that instigated a woefully misshapen portrusion
A team that operates best when in constant collusion
Redeem the East and the West as they vie for internationally recognised seclusion
Esteem for the test that is a lack of inclusion
Convinced to invest in the time space continuum
Rethink the contest in line with what you become
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Signs of the Times
A dictator-ship sailing the seven seas
A night-birds song on the evenings breeze
An unorthodox relationship with anti-freeze
The heimleck manoeuvre over a piece of cheese
Nuclear undertones among armies of genetic clones
Spectacular telephones in secluded containment zones
Grand consultations with lethal, hybrid, danger drones
A third world without water, the rest without homes
A morbid fascination with decay and dying
A forward obfuscation of delay while obviously lying
The suffering and sorrow of the human race collectively sighing
A problematic tomorrow rises above the sound of crying
The lethal gap between the rich and poor
The leaking tap of a society that always asks for more
The genius rap of a prophet on the street and looking to score
A dying trees sap, an earth damaged to the core.
Famine, poverty, war and fame
The gravity, the longevity , oh what’s really in a name?
The terrible rules of the universal game
A planet in catastrophe, mankind covered in shame.
The war upon terror, the battle of the sexes,
A fundamental error, a delayed response in reflexes
Pretending that we’re too clever to have to rectify our mistakes
We missed the signs upon the weather, there is no time to double-take
The urgency of poverty, the agony of war
The name of Deuteronomy, did creation come before ?
Reflective ideology , a sacrificial whore
The blatant furiosity, as we ask what it’s all for?
Human traffic costing less than a nominal fee
The graphic illusion of what it means to be free
I once was blind but now I see
The ecstatic bemusement of the hegemony
Collisions and derisions of an atmosphere in dire need
Incisions and precisions of the innocent who were never freed
The injustice of the decisions motivated by pure greed
The visions of the ghettos bound by an underprivileged need
A biological disaster brings the loss of unique species and fauna
A diabolical embalmer of treaties and trauma
Whatever happens don’t ever let me say that I didn’t warn you
That this planet needs a reboot before artificial intelligence decides to storm through
So collectively preoccupied with monetary funding economic success
We consequentially frameinjustices by worshipping “the best”
So bless the broken systems, send light to the blood stains on the wall
Give strength to the grander visions, lest we overcome it all.
Gather your provisions just as even the grandest of us fall
Make your own ethical decisions so that you can stand tall among it all.
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