Ts Poetry Poet Dramatic Verse

Love Letter From the Soul Lvii

L,

Out of the smoke and rubble 
I rise
away from darkened roads
and twisted minds

forged 
into the heat of day
where hot steel pierces
the teeth of a sharpened blade

I hear echoes emerging 
from past lessons
a velvetine box of secrets
enticing me to enter
the unknown
where risk creates rewards

there is calm
bare feet landing upon the floor
walking closer 
you open the chamber door

time a battle, the end is drawing near
we're standing at attention, aware

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Richard Lamoureux February 17, 2020 at 9:51 AM This conjures many images. A four dimensionally crafted piece. Thanks for your visit. Ts Poetry February 17, 2020 at 10:48 AM Thank you Rick

Lady Labyrinth February 16, 2020 at 3:35 PM ....perhaps that box is not Velvet, it's a laquered vintage Chinese Puzzle Box of intriguing yet complex Lemarchand configuration. What you find with each unopening, may be just as mysterious, for inside the very last box, there will be a fragile message deposited and encased in lalique, there in all its glory, a miniature smoking gun, shiny stirling silver, with encrypted message. Fondest regards, always for your reading pleasure, "The Hellbound Heart". x Ts Poetry February 17, 2020 at 7:31 AM https://youtu.be/vwwkjI65Q0A Ts Poetry February 17, 2020 at 7:22 AM Mouth watering over indulgence lol Lady Labyrinth February 17, 2020 at 3:23 AM https://youtu.be/dZSyDWLOXaU Lady Labyrinth February 17, 2020 at 3:15 AM Over indulging in Vanilla icecream will do that to a person. You need to go Rocky Road with the nuts and marshmallow. I hear chocolate sauce works a treat, a bit of salted caramel. Regards, crushed nuts, glazed maraschino cherries, chocolate chips and a drizzle of contreau. Regards, Don't forget the whipped cream. Ts Poetry February 16, 2020 at 9:57 PM Sensory overload xx Lady Labyrinth February 16, 2020 at 8:43 PM http://www.clivebarker.info/ Ts Poetry February 16, 2020 at 4:42 PM I like puzzles x Ts Poetry February 16, 2020 at 3:43 PM Lol, no miniatures...but I believe it some sort of labyrinth leading to adventure, challangeing and complex but well worth the time and effort unlocking all the glorious mysteries. X