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
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Anaya Avatar
July 13, 2022 at 4:07 PM
I just can't imagine. I don't even realize how I've gotten this far! I wonder is heaven crowded? Love your never-ending streams, Leanne
Lovejoy-Burton Avatar
July 13, 2022 at 9:09 PM
all the stories for my daughter, Georgia - good and bad, high and low.
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July 13, 2022 at 5:16 PM
referencing your heaven comment Anaya, that must be it, I was kicked out...and not allowed back in until I got it right. It's gotta be groundhog day. Regards, the fallen angel. (we are all on our own journeys, and we would not have been given this mission, if we could not handle it - in some way or another).
Lovejoy-Burton Avatar
July 13, 2022 at 5:14 PM
I was reading (funny that) a few nights ago that we chose to come here (as in we were all given the 'choice' to return here to this 'existence' before we were born into this world) and the challenges (which includes horror, misfortune and sadness) we knew long before we arrived here, we would face. It's some banal soul test. Everyone apparently had the choice to come back to this world to learn something from the challenges and heartache. It all seems rather masochistic to me. I think some chose harder challenges than others...
Lovejoy-Burton Avatar
December 9, 2017 at 11:10 PM
Thanks ^WW^. I'm just a little crouton swimming in a bowl with some bigger chewier mortals. I have a long way to go. It's all a bit of fun. Thank you, love your work. Leanne
Warrior Avatar
December 9, 2017 at 7:48 PM
Out of the box writing...and no dictionaries lol...way cool Leanne...god bless and welcome to the Soup Bowl...and happy holidays my friend...^WW^
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November 15, 2020 at 4:53 PM
"Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees takes off his shoes." Much love Light Angel, God speed. You my friend, are a truly gifted writer and now you are a true Light Angel. Gone, but always with us (November 2020). xx
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