Oceans and Winds

Oceans and Winds

I have an obsequious unnatural inclination
To sustain my external compulsions
And convert them to a pre-text of a sub-text
Of instantaneous conclusions

Bi-partisan confusions, melted humans and rheuminations
We seem to be caught up in the slip stream and lost in the vibrations of stations and crossings
Meandering, stopping

We seem to be following around the indigenous of sounds
That bellow up, bellow up from beneath the ground
They are calling out birth from this groaning new earth

In concert with itself and all living beings.
I’ll dream an attitude of forgiveness not burdened by redress or regress or conquests
If only my head dress would fit through the door

Turbans burdened by scripture,
Crossed burning in pictures of past tense furious fallacies of fiction
That frustrate my diction and turn contraban contradiction

Into the friction that rises in full cream reprisals
Of passion hate, crime and Chryslers
As we stand there as misers
Peering out through our greed visors
All the while curling our sentiment and twisting the truth

Somebody come, save me from my misspent youth
Maybe fly down a phone booth on the back of a mousse using blue tooth
Super proof our powers are spruced with under and over mis-use of the truth

Once more, I’m decomposing on the library floor
Al Gore you had the funds to make a run but in the end you just cashed in on the climate thing

Last Gadiver riding naked on the back of a horse,
Gone is the course of romantic inclination
The subtle subjugations of technological invasions
On the most civil of all rights

The right to speak, the right to write the freedom to focus on the beauty of the night
Without having to look back thinking who do I have to fucking fight ?

Where is the freedom ? Where is the peace?
Where is the moment where the pre-tense is dropped?
Cut the bullshit, cut the violence
Give me back my internal silence and I’ll bend over backwards
To find the instance that eventually makes sense

And I’ll hold on
With my opposing fingers and thumb
Because not even a Carmelita Nun could make me run from a moment of insight

I’ll stand and I suppose I’ll fight
But I still think that Ghandi was right
Take the path of least resistance
Make your point, watch out for inquests

First do no fucking harm,
North Korea - Disarm!
George Orwell and Animal Farm
Communism catechlysm bochesism of the red red red red red red star

How long , how far
Must we continue to scar??
The pulse of the planet gets weaker
While we do question time with Mr Speaker

Oh my nice white Nike Sneakers
Sneaking through the two cents a year
They pay the children in Korea
Drown them all in tears while they keep making your fortunes

More tunes, silver spoons, expanding moons
And one of thems mine
As I pull a finger sign to the crippling decline of humanity
Rise up out of this profanity and purge us of this insanity

BRING ON THE OCEANS
BRING ON THE WINDS
BRING ON THE OCEANS
BRING ON THE WINDS

The End Elizabeth Moroz Copywrite 2023