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Tell Me Something Beautiful

"Tell Me Something Beautiful"



You could write me 
something beautiful
to leave me 
when you are not here

Someone told me 
the dead don’t speak 
they just listen 
I am reading you

I am always 
Here

I am front and centre
right beside you
I acknowledge you
I am all ears

You think we are finite
that “mother”
is just an absent word
You say,

"She" 
is always
in 
"her head"

She is lost,
ridiculous,
defunct and 
absurd

To me 
"She"
is always
"Dead"

I watch you sleep 
I hear and see every dream 
I read every word
I feel you when you’re hurt

I am 
inside 
your 
head

You are something
beautiful girl 
a soul soldier
always holding 

LOVE

tight and close
defending the blind
and the "Truth", 
It never ends

turning green leaves 
to black-winged ravens 
watching all, 
oblivious to the pall

they fly off 
the telephone lines
in your 
electric pages 

always shining 
unacknowledged
truth's camouflaged  
in your book

you are remarkable
my Hero 
holding it all in 
for what is to come tomorrow 

always walking barefoot 
over burning coals 
in your frosty 
Winter Garden

your armour 
bearing secrets
bearing witness
to a life overturned and sold

to move pieces
on a table in the war room
to sacrifice your own
for the other to have a life of gold

always holding 
your head strong 
haughty 
to hell

with them all

you hold your head 
always high 
it is okay my darling
for you to cry

when you are hurt
that is strength, 
nothing wrong
to feel, no value to deny

your sharp and 
mighty sword
draws it’s crimson line 
before The Shallows in low tide

In your dreams 
I comfort you
there we always embrace
a mother and a daughter

saving face

in a destitute
bitter, lonely, 
no fault of ours
that dreadful "other" place

secrets and knowledge
it’s forensically "acknowledged"
in the dna 
we write, we will always 

write away 

the hours
and 
the nights
and the slow fast-hour 

wasting days

we always leave
our secret code
a measure in music
we display 

we are Melba

a la mode
we sashay

dreadful dreary 
aunts forgotten
arsenic 
and old lace

You and I now 
speak from lips 
that remained
silent all these years

Ouija 
numbers 
and letters 
smoothly gliding over-bored

the common bond
speaking with 
a mother
that is dead

three women
holding hands unite
one heart
Purple 

A badge of Honour
war-stained with blood
and tears thicker 
than is water

mothers and 
daughters
always haunting
never dead 

we will meet again
in the Beautiful
as true friends
tell me something

Beautiful

I am beside you
I am in front of you
a ghost now
true and invisible

I am listening
to you speak
muted colours 
in our aged cheeks

I am what’s in your 
Heart

I am captured 
by your voice,
I am not gone                  
I am always yours 

We are, some would say 
not that 
unique
yet entertaining 

hours 
that are
bleak
a hint of roses

ectoplasm 
a hint of 
spider-web
in the mist

I am all ears
when your soul
decides to visit me
I will listen 

When you speak

(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)


18.9
2.8
18.9




“Soul Mining” / The The 
https://youtu.be/TrbkeBwNTGM









LYRICS/ "Soul Mining", The The (Matt Johnson)
https://genius.com/The-the-soul-mining-lyrics

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Lady Labyrinth Date: 5/21/2021 2:08:00 AM “A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity. It dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path."-The Last Seance (from The Hound of Death and Other Stories, also Double Sin and Other Stories).Agatha Christie, The Hound of Death Login to Reply

Lady Labyrinth Date: 12/7/2020 5:34:00 PM https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/conversations_with_a_daughter_creeps_1226007 Login to Reply Lady Labyrinth Date: 12/7/2020 5:52:00 PM gvlm, XMAS 2020. Love, as always, your mother.

Ts Poetry Date: 12/7/2020 12:44:00 PM That love never leaves Login to Reply Lady Labyrinth Date: 12/7/2020 1:43:00 PM Betrayal wears a kind face you trust. et tu Brutus. One woman will see the mirror reflection of mothers and daughters in their own tears eventually. Let us hope it is not too late. If it is, I shall relish being a ghost to haunt.

Susan Woodrow Date: 12/7/2020 6:46:00 AM mother will always haunt me...this was beautiful :) Login to Reply Lady Labyrinth Date: 12/7/2020 1:44:00 PM My daughter and my mother share significant dates. Birth and death, in that order. My mother's death arrived too soon many years prior to my daughter's birth. My mother was 32, in her 33rd year. One d. 18/9; the other b. 18/9. Numbers. Bittersweet. Perhaps there is something to reincarnation, I don't know the answer to that mystery, as no one does until they cross over to the other realm/s. My daughter is her own person, she will understand her choices in time. I see the ripple effect, it is a beautiful dream where contact will be made in the most extraordinary way/s. Nothing can keep a loving mother and daughter apart. All in good time. Here or thereafter.