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"Symposium"



where do you go 
when you try to 
dream your place

in my life 

gone now 
from your 
quicksand shores

once I rolled over 
placed my mouth 
against your throat

what used to be

as if you 
could transfer
some voice back into me 

I was so naive
missing the signs
in it all

The Great Tragedy 

but you are a ghost now
and the pillow 
spills its vacancy 

back into me

betrayal 
tries to speak
like its barren sister

looking for 
a keepsake 
a child to call her own

the numbers - 
years marked, 
dialled no more, 

blocked;

I paint the walls here
with fables 
draped in daisy chains

she loves me
loves
me not

and I broke 
like a mirror 
breaks

learnt 
how to cut 
the nightmares 

with the 
shards
of me

sharpened black wings
into 
The Shining

poetic 
stony swords, 
blistering

blunt spatulas to 
brick the demon in
with strange creatures

their poetry 
could tear 
all your prison walls down

keys all jangling
the doors 
to other nebulous lives

and their lies
sweetly reminiscent
some incredible present

some died
before dying too
playing dice 

salt and 
peppered 
with honesty

Love 
plays its part 
in the missing 

the capitulating 
grieves for Yesterday’s 
gauche dreaming

slipping the noose 
over some other's life 
a maze lost in a muse

lost in the warring 
territory 
of what could have been

silence flows deep
like over-flooded 
roads to nowhere

the child
was stolen 
while she slept

deeply entrenched
in the dreams 
of a lost child

golden 
trinkets and 
better glittering tomorrows

the child 
was stolen
while she slept

to fill the empty space
in the other’s barren 
empty house

the dream stealer
the great pretender 
plays the part of saint

built from straw 
she shines it on 
the dullest glow

built off the back  
of true mother's iron will
absent grace, painted cold

the child 
misses 
nothing

walls that 
bury 
bad blood spilt

brick 
by bloody
brick 

remember
this,

the Truth -
is a 
child

eventually 
the Truth 
grows, it sees - 

walls 
will never 
break 

that 
which eventually wins;

that 
which eventually wins -

frees,
what waits 
beyond it all

brick
by 
brick


(LadyLabyrinth/ 2022)




“Analyse” / Thom Yorke
https://youtu.be/l6jSJKPJ3Cg





“A self-fulfilling prophecy 
of endless possibility
In rolling reams across a screen
In algebra, in algebra
The fences that you cannot climb
The sentences that do not rhyme
In all that you can ever change”
Thom Yorke


"By painting colours 
and lines and forms
seen in quickened mood 
I was seeking 
to make this mood vibrate 
as a phonograph does. 
This was the origin 
of the paintings 
in The Frieze of Life. ”
Edvard Munch


“A mother’s love for her child 
is like nothing else in the world. 
It knows no law, no pity, 
it dares all things 
and crushes down 
remorselessly
all that stands in its path.”
Agatha Christie













LYRICS/ “Analyse”, Thom Yorke
https://genius.com/Thom-yorke-analyse-lyrics







1.
https://digital.library.adelaide.edu.au/dspace/bitstream/2440/110550/2/02whole.pdf

2.
https://www.researchgate.net/publication/262908697_The_experience_of_motherhood_for_alienated_mothers


3.
https://www.linkedin.com/pulse/how-do-you-tell-story-cant-believe-amanda-sillars?fbclid=IwAR0RGahURytDK7Bk57X2G7fkhoXqe2r5iz3bJSfJmQRVisR1TRznz-mR3Hc




Optimistic + In Limbo 
https://youtu.be/7YUFDJneteU
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