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Midnight To 3:33 Morning Kills

"Midnight to 3.33, Morning Kills" He said, “Go to where the poets go Love rolls wet and sways Intensity wraps itself inside out and somersaults its legs backward to open a way Out It’s kind of burning hot like Summer burns bare feet on powdered shells there it waits for you, Hell, sharp stinging and unheard unsung on blistering squeaky clean white sands bush fires and waltzing in the wind Red Kangaroo Paws", There she goes She passes life absent and unaware singing silently through blistered lips broken blue and purple ignored, then a child’s teeth like butterflies stolen and pinned by a boilermaker; the child is stolen by a woman who is not a mother - brave the bruised heart of true mother brave the bruised heart of true child - the felon held as a hero; where is God in the heart of a stolen life, years drained and swallowed up by the blood-sucking emotional vampires and gone by, wasted "Truth" ignored, disparate then desperate kisses melt and meet your brailled voyeuristic ice creamed waves like a deer in cross-light has felt, fixed in the lens, road kill Smoked out from her burn-off, it stings your eyes like clouds thin veiled across your mirrors unaware of what you see have seen or have sawn bloody, trailing salt in the caramel crevices of your sticky molasses thick mind's eye, held tight throughout your nights and days where your mind and lips parched for love and succour draw your lover’s tongue in speaking slow and wet in dreams touched through idle conversation towards your raised mountains of pale moon glow and spun silk skin, you are wrapped in a golden cocoon, it’s just a cover until morning and he says Oh, to get naked in your mind within The child half there, towards adulthood calls in, abroad, NZ 6.30am to say, in a round-about-way, "mother (small m), you were right, I should write my career," and mother (small m) thinks, "Yes, that is the way 'tis for you and me - the only way within... Politics should never have been on your agenda; Politics henceforth should be forgotten within" And there he stays with you until morning kills, promising a life all golden Minds unravel and undress together it is a new day Romance is just a knave Kings are the aces you want to play towards nights that are dark and long delayed He said, She said: Go to where the poets go the heart walks naked on bare feet down the mind’s skid row kisses unroll wet and sweet like the Spring that Once Upon a Time through innocence showed welcome heart but now just display Christmas again, wanton and unwanting on frosted window panes coldness like forever falling snow Kisses in a Poetry Snow Globe Shaken and stirred Fall slowly like tears missing on a soft cheek lips press against his phantom like and visceral “Rosebud” a missed piece in Life’s game… Monopoly on the balcony Christmas once Tender Moorings safe harbour trust was given not for barter $200 pass Go The Chance Card says "Goal" "Gaol" "Gole" obsolete Scrabble, over a Christmas Trifle A never-ending sentence She remains focused stays Rosebud in a Snowglobe (LadyLabyrinth/ 2019) llb/gvlm "Lovely Head" / Goldfrapp https://youtu.be/TG4hVjFfU6U "Felt Mountain" / Goldfrapp https://youtu.be/5sKuikpO6Z0 “There are always two deaths, the real one and the one people know about.” (Jean Rhys/ Wide Sargasso Sea) “To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.” (Shakespeare/ Macbeth) “Your red dress,’ she said, and laughed. But I looked at the dress on the floor and it was as if the fire had spread across the room. It was beautiful and it reminded me of something I must do. I will remember I thought. I will remember quite soon now.” (Jean Rhys/ Wide Sargasso Sea)

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Evelyn Judy Buehler

Date: 12/11/2019 10:39:00 PM

My favorite verse was, "And he stays with you until morning kills, promising a life all golden." Beautiful and captivating! :)

Evelyn Judy Buehler
Date: 12/19/2019 11:16:00 AM

You're welcome, Leanne, and thank you for your very interesting thoughts. I definitely believe that there is far more to reality than what we can see, and I definitely believe in other dimensions, as you do. If there can be three, why not more? There is an interesting theory that is gaining credibility in the scientific world that every time a decision is made, by anyone, a new universe is created-a universe where that thing happened-hence the multiverse! It's based on quantum mechanics, and the famous double slit experiment. So, quantum mechanics opens the door to a lot of what seems like magic! Evelyn

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 12/19/2019 4:20:00 AM

Evelyn, we are both on the same page with regards to dreams. I sometimes wonder, surely there are such astral planes and there are many dimensions. When we dream we travel from our dimension into another. When we die, I believe we do go to Heaven...and if that place exists, then surely the opposite place to be avoided exists....but when that time comes, our souls, I believe are transported to the next dimension. I also believe we have a choice, through soul contract with a greater power, whether we come back or not; and it may be that we have to keep coming back to this dimension, until a primary assignment is completed or lesson learned. I was reading somewhere a few days or months ago, that there are supposed to exist 12 dimensions. Perhaps there are scientists out there who have been trying to crack that code for centuries. Then we get into quantum physics. It's all rather compelling. Thank you for your interesting comment below. xx

Evelyn Judy Buehler
Date: 12/14/2019 12:30:00 PM

I believe what you say is very true, Leanne. I think that when we're sleeping, some of the barriers come down and time dissolves, so we are more in tune with our souls, so there is a kind of magic in dreaming, and it's entirely possible to have meaningful or life altering experiences through dreams.

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 12/12/2019 9:00:00 PM

Thank you.

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 12/12/2019 8:55:00 PM

It's amazing Evelyn, who you meet in life and the reasons they are placed in front of you. Sometimes, time dissolves and they can be met through and in your dreams. Perhaps the 'good' dreams are some kind of magic that a person could transfer into their life with enough belief, faith and Love. Perhaps there is a reason we all go through the hurdles of pain and hardship we face in our lives, to make it to that meeting of like souls, to reach out through the cracked mirrors of time and move forward to the better place of joy. x

Ts Poetry

Date: 12/8/2019 4:41:00 PM

The roads are short, the journey long. We slip, we slide, we change, we rearrange hopefully for the better to get past the worse. Each chapter, each verse written, day upon day upon day...we can only take them one at a time. Sometimes we lose our minds but not our souls or our love and we live...that's all we can do, must do, believe and trust and love and live...T xx

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 12/9/2019 4:15:00 AM

This is true. Christmas is a time to have peace and safety, for many. Joy is important. But peace and safety first. Love may come for those who are fortunate enough, but for those who are isolated or homeless, peace - joy - safety.

Ts Poetry
Date: 12/8/2019 5:58:00 PM

Christmas is a time to spread love and joy

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 12/8/2019 5:53:00 PM

Christmas. You wouldn't be dead for quids.

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 12/8/2019 5:52:00 PM

https://ramblingtart.com/2014/06/26/wouldnt-be-dead-for-quids-mate/

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 12/8/2019 7:42:00 AM

This is solid poetry, which made me feel comfortable spending more time today writing poetry, so thank you for the permission, mom (small m). "he child half there, towards adulthood calls in, 6.30am to say, in a round-about-way, "mother (small m), you were right, I should write my career," and mother (small m) thinks, "Yes, that is the way 'tis for you and me - the only way within..." " This part was adorable!

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 12/8/2019 8:07:00 AM

It is in the genes, the only way home for the muse and her muse; the discarding of politics is part of the journey home. Forward ho with the mysterious journey. x