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"CATAPULT"



fire from 
the Hell 
within

lit the heart 
fuelling 
the drowned soul

warming 
the cold hole
left within

to bury 
the ignorance 
of the past 

strength comes
from travelling 
to Hell 

battling 
black 
hearts

all the unseen
murderers of dreams 
in their pristine prisons

cry alone clean 
when they turn 
over to the right side

of a bed 
empty 
from all those lost years

there are tears
and pain not seen
laid bare, 

alone,
all those years

white knights 
do not exist in a final sell
surrounded by a forest

broken in
a girl writes stories
and sends dreams

from a 

Blue Mountain
immersed in Winter
walking quiet bucolic streets

dripping 
heavy 
in mystery

within the mist of clouds
and tears from heaven
stories sent in an envelope 

to a well-hidden forest
marked 
213893

final stops, at 4.
Sunny Corner Road
another closed door

counting in reverse
Long Bay eats up 
a child's days

55 The Links
another address mustered
for time

hearts sink further
away from the sharks 
in silver water

or was it 
park lea
she's out of the kissing loop

every day 
the train
leaves the 3 sisters at 3

ecstatic calliope
passes Faulconbridge
Lindsay paints her heart

beatles call for prudence
magic puddings
memories come out to play

hearts scarred
and scattered
who would know, 

they are never seen
they are always hidden
bad dreams

more than chance
flames the urge
to remove oneself 

from the dance 
of distance,
shielding 

what needed to be saved
first and foremost
sent off like Moses

reluctantly pushed away
in a basket case
woven into her story

the other
reads words
with bluff indifference

always 
behind her 
Wonder Girl mask

Seniority saving 
what was torn to shreds
messages hidden

in photo frames 
on an alter
now burnt offerings

banshee turns 
her back 
submerged in silence

to begin again
loads the catapult
with Love’s true intent

break down 
them gates
get you out of here

stuck in the loop
complex city 'scape
watching the small Empire Fall

from an
all too safe
harbour

Following the headlights
a rocky road to
Hill End 

memories 
gold ghosts
recalled

The traveller
Buries the photo
Closes the door.

Walks forward to a future
embraces the 
Catapult

Shot like 
a blazing meteor 
Fast Forward


(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)





“Catapult” /Wonder Woman
https://youtu.be/WoiEYpK_Eyw


"Use My Voice"/ Evanescence
https://youtu.be/WyxKZLjUyK0
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