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La Banque Du Coeur

"La banque du cœur"
To traverse the deadly deep canyons of my heart you would need a suit of the hardest amour - steel chain mall and crucifix is of no use, you’d be better equipped with Jousting pole and an 18 hand Stallion, A Holy Roller quicker than my fleet of foot Love armour will bust bullets easily climb to infiltrate the battlements surrounding the fields of My Heart, you may try Wisdom is the wafer placed on your tongue Wine is the Summer and Spring we drunk young sleeping in until the midday sun made a cornucopia of treasure found in a wedding bed But yet, there he sits the old man pulling strings We are his puppets Merely His playthings He has to this point brought us in our journey He has lead The Tempest came The Tempest went The Tempest will come again LOVE Take note sweet 20 Here is the rendering of a story a Heart crossed with 3 swords Each sword a person Each sword a solitary singular journey Blood is thicker than water is it not? Some say Blood should be kept in a Bank alongside the drawers marked Hearts Where Heaven is put “On Hold” and Hell can “Wait” The Poet inside you will fall hard for hearts Pocket each one to bank and keep close to protect, place your amour over any thought of bargaining them as chips against darkness Wear your Amour A true romantic vigilante in Armour Not to be thwarted, always stands tall Roots like those of a tree fixed fast in rich soil Require nourishment, without will wither, rot and fall For some have true Poet in their heart yet, they don’t even know it’s true worth, they eventually wither, rot and fall knowest thou this, the Poet doth indeed exist, and in him or her the most valuable commodity of “Pure” Black Hearts are the most expensive They require a treatise Proof that they exist They take prisoners but fail to feed them Some hold their writing up to a mirror On the other side their intentions became clearer and clearer to a Heart Fed Reader Only welcome Golden Hearts that are open to the true Story within your Heart Hear their songs See their hearts Value their "Pure" Where the true poets gather: La banque du coer The Bank of Hearts (LadyLabyrinth/2019) gvlm
https://youtu.be/GhZdG3R77G0 “Loveless”, Lo Moon
"Take note sweet 20 Here is the rendering of a story a Heart crossed with 3 swords Each sword a person Each sword a solitary singular journey"

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Date: 4/11/2019 9:24:00 AM
Union. One Heart, 3 swords. Different paths. Where do they meet? At the Crossroads?
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Leanne Lovejoy-Burton
Date: 4/11/2019 9:25:00 AM
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/georgia_987719
Date: 4/11/2019 7:39:00 AM
https://www.punters.com.au/news/holy-roller-the-worlds-biggest-racehorse-_130907/
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Date: 4/11/2019 7:38:00 AM
“They used to stay up late, talking into the night while the house was asleep, and maybe they would even whisper I love you, not really knowing what it was they were saying, only that they were saying it to each other” The Heart, Maylis de Kerangal
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Date: 4/11/2019 7:37:00 AM
“thousands of lungs will swell as one across the way, thousands of livers will be soaked with beer, thousands of kidneys will, simultaneously, filter bodily substances, and thousands of hearts will pump blood, and suddenly she is struck by the fragmentation of the world, by the absolute discontinuity of reality in this small area, by the thought of humanity being sprayed in an infinite divergence of trajectories.” Maylis de Kerangal, The Heart
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Date: 4/11/2019 7:36:00 AM
“… and she understood that all forms of knowledge contain an element of transgression.” Maylis de Kerangal, The Heart
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Date: 4/11/2019 7:35:00 AM
“No sooner was she twenty-three years old than she was twenty-eight; no sooner twenty-eight than thirty-one; time is speeding past her while she examines her existence with a cold, deadly gaze that takes aim at the different areas of her life, one by one-the damp studio crawling with roaches, mold growing in the grout between tiles;
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Date: 4/11/2019 7:34:00 AM
the bank loan swallowing all her spare cash; close, intense friendships marginalized by newborn babies, polarized by screaming sweetness that leaves her cold; stress-soaked days and canceled girls’ nights out, but, legs perfectly waxed, ending up jabbering in dreary wine bars with a bevy of available women, shrieking with forced laughter, and always joining in, out of cowardice, opportunism;
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Date: 4/11/2019 7:33:00 AM
occasional sexual adventures on crappy mattresses, or against greasy, sooty garage doors, with guys who are clumsy, rushed, stingy, unloving; an excess of alcohol to make all this shine; and the only encounter that makes her heart beat faster is with a guy who pushes back a strand of her hair to light her cigarette, his fingers brushing her temple and the lobe of her ear,
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Date: 4/11/2019 7:32:00 AM
who has mastered the art of the sudden appearance, whenever, wherever, his movements impossible to predict, as if he spent his life hiding behind a post, coming out to surprise her in the golden light of a late afternoon, calling her at night in a nearby cafe, walking toward her one morning from a street corner, and always stealing away just as suddenly when it’s over, like a magician, before returning …
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Date: 4/11/2019 7:31:00 AM
That deadly gaze strips away everything, even her face, even her body, no matter how well she takes care of it-fitness magazines, tubes of slimming cream, and one hour of floor barre in a freezing hall in Docks Vauban. She is alone and disappointed, in a sate of disgrace, stamping her feet as her teeth chatter and disillusionment invades her territories and her hinterland, darkening faces, ruining gestures, diverting intentions;
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Date: 4/11/2019 7:30:00 AM
it swells, this disillusionment, it multiplies, polluting the rivers and forests inside her, contaminating the deserts, infecting the groundwater, tearing the petals from flowers and dulling the luster in animals’ fur;
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Date: 4/11/2019 7:29:00 AM
it stains the ice floe beyond the polar circle and soils the Greek dawn, it smears the most beautiful poems with mournful misfortune, it destroys the planet and all its inhabitants from the Big Bang to the rockets of the future, and f**** up the whole world- this hollow, disenchanted world.” 
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Lady Labyrinth
Date: 4/11/2019 7:35:00 AM
Beautiful huh? Beautifully written...”PURE” x

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