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Road Trip

"Road Trip" Road Map held against The Wheel of Fortune Foot to the Floor accelerate Now into Third Escape Tomorrow First. (LadyLabyrinth/ 2020) "The Message" / Still Corners https://youtu.be/p50k_kklM7g

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Robert Lindley

Date: 7/22/2020 7:39:00 AM

You my friend fly a spaceship into galaxies that harbor deeper realms within humanity and its reality, its hidden depths.. Your poems touch the hearts ans souls of true poets that see beyond self, beyond the ordinary and into the light that worlds to those daring to seek and see. Such that you give- is a blessing so fly ever onward and gift as much as you can, please. A fav.. God bless..

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 7/22/2020 2:04:00 PM

Thank you Lindley.

Lady Labyrinth

Date: 7/19/2020 6:31:00 AM

Driving Music, when in 5th gear.

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 7/19/2020 6:31:00 AM

https://youtu.be/lnPDPMgSFG8

Arturo Michael

Date: 7/18/2020 2:22:00 PM

I'm on third, and pushing the accelerator...Great idea

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 7/19/2020 6:17:00 AM

Holy smokes. Any version of three is worth following.

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 7/19/2020 6:16:00 AM

https://youtu.be/pgY7qYaoMWQ

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 7/19/2020 6:10:00 AM

https://genius.com/The-alan-parsons-project-the-turn-of-a-friendly-card-part-one-lyrics

Ts Poetry

Date: 7/18/2020 6:45:00 AM

Don't stop til you get there because the sight is spectacular

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 7/19/2020 6:06:00 AM

https://youtu.be/6DVu9vF5J3Y

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 7/19/2020 6:06:00 AM

And in the jaded blues of Phantasmagoria, where St Elmo’s Fire sparked phoenix fuelled flame coloured purple sprites above the deep shadows under tired eyes, she remained focused on the road ahead. A light shone on her number plate, shining like diamonds on a sharp black liturgy paten, offered up like sacrament to an invisible congregation, the number plate read, TRUTH.

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 7/19/2020 6:05:00 AM

The headlights of another car, keeping its distance behind her, hidden, followed like a shark hunting its prey, and all the pigeons fluttered around it in the darkness the cloaked vehicle trailed, their caterwauling war cries like neopolitan mafia, they were all now slowly transfiguring into sqauwking crow-eyed seagulls, pterodactyl winged, beaks and tallons bleeding canards and words cutting open their cool disguise, flying monkeys gripping blunt sharp knives pulling their own quills. Foot to the floor, she pursued the only number that mattered and keeping her eyes on the three snow white doves ahead of her, hand on the shaft, she accelerated out of third gear, through 4th and into the 5th.

Frederic Parker

Date: 7/17/2020 6:12:00 PM

a lot of melancholy in the voice from your video, tomorrows become yesterdays as they pass through today...posted a poem Burning Memories, if you have the time, your opinion please

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 7/17/2020 7:35:00 PM

“A poet is a nightingale who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” Percy Bysshe Shelley