Mindgames, Figs and a Dictionary

“Mindgames, Figs and a Dictionary” Have you ever wondered where you’d be if there were absolutely no dictionaries? You could make up almost any word and give it any meaning. Like Figs are jewels for chewing on and words are really demons with angel wings to fly you straight towards the Light; Mindgames become worlds without rules prison cells have no bars, there exists no grubby plight, everyone’s pure, kind and bright no form or reason, just a new season where new words erase stories already written; bin that trash, all the trash that’s marked "Never to be Forgiven". Teeth are beautiful pearls but not necessary in our world, it’s your Life that really counts, marks out your time here my beautiful girl; Lefevre is just a name for boilermaker, who can warm a bath at night Papillon’s just a big old butterfly that makes your smile take flight and mothers and daughters are always standing together, holding hands so very very tight, it’s Love that’s Loyal, right? Well, there is your greatest hidden might, you, my sweet favourite Royal. There are absolutely no more zoos; spiderwebs and steel bars with locks People could just be True. Ink on pages turn into characters who dance with you all night, and kittens in their cradles are keening, “I Love you Mum, it’s alright.” You could cast a spell on anyone who reads you and they would love to steal your mind peel you like a juicy mango swallow all your thoughts and dreams divine. How would that be if you could always be within me, never far away apart hear my thumping heart beat banging out glorious old rhyme… explore the bejewelled wonders and spooky caverns of my mind and you could take away with you forever, whatever part you liked, from time to time. I have drawn you several maps they mark uncharted territory to discover when I’m a ghost; I gift you all my kingdoms, a key to all my magic mazes I’ll forever be your haunting host this I give you all my dimensions gleaming strange and labyrinthine light and dark expanding to all my kingdoms confounding without conditions bled rebounding Because I love you always, “The Most” you the shining light I deliver treasures from my heart made from the precious gold mined from deepest deep dark night Remember “Silver Fin”? Shall I tell you a story? Says ghost to her light (Lovejoy-Burton / December 2017) "Mindgames" / Lennon https://youtu.be/QLeObvcUii4