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The Sky Cracked Open

"The Sky Cracked Open" One day the Sky cracked open the yolk of life shined through Splinters shifted blooded angel quills flew amongst the black spots in the iris 20/20 vision wild joy ensued imbued clearly rapturous ambiguity Don’t look back this read coded in the chivalric Quixote ridden on a donkey's back it’s all fried Prophetic suspended in control of nothing ah dreams soft pillows lots lost pillars of salt stasis genesis (LadyLabyrinth / 2020) "Low Five" Splinter / Sneaker Pimps https://youtu.be/2IevyK68dgQ "For still the vision awaits its appointed time; it hastens to the end - it will not lie. If it seems slow, wait for it; it will surely come; it will not delay." *** “It's not that you should never love something so much that it can control you. It's that you need to love something that much so you can never be controlled. It's not a weakness. It's your best strength.” *** Control *** Freedom LYRICS/ "Low Five" Splinter, Sneaker Pimps https://genius.com/Sneaker-pimps-low-five-lyrics 1. Prophetic Dreams / You Tube (at Christmas, Home Alone....again, rolls eyes) 2. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Don_Quixote 3. Control. Freedom. enter piano... These altered states and egos Potential less than zero Found God in San Diego Nothing comes to mind...

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Frederic Parker

Date: 1/19/2021 4:52:00 PM

most allow themselves to be slaves to many things, being able to recognize it when it happens and having the strength of will to unchain yourself is another matter, many cannot...looking back is one thing, living there is another, born in a world, not of one's choice, then to spend a lifetime in search of chosen things still ends in a dark silence where most are forgotten and yet knowing this my mind still searches for the unknown, like Lot's wife when told to not look back, still does

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 6/5/2021 11:58:00 AM

everyone does don't they? This is how we process our now and what we must venture forward into, to be free of it all.

Ts Poetry

Date: 12/27/2020 1:27:00 PM

I'll take so coffee with that, would you like me to get you some as well.. hopefully our vision can look past 2020.. beautiful dreams Modesty <3

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 12/27/2020 3:01:00 PM

French Champagne is a dreadful invention.

Rob Levasseur

Date: 12/27/2020 8:08:00 AM

ah dreams soft pillows lots lost pillars of salt I mean, seriously? I hope you do know that you are a very good poet and I think you will only get better and better. I am somewhat a prisoner of my own mental constraints--able to produce poetry only when DEEPLY affected by something. But you, you produce magic at every turn. I am wholly impressed and never sell yourself short.

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 12/27/2020 9:09:00 AM

I entertained the idea of entering your competition...lol.. nah. I don't do competitions. But good topic to choose - should garner quite a few contestants. I may still write a poem around the theme. I look forward to reading what creations are entered. I write what I feel, I write about things I know, I write about esoteric subjects that I find fascinating. Like Lot's Wife, Genesis (you know, from that book), for eg, it would be a temptation for most to look backwards. I like to write - that is my main addiction. Which incurs "thinking" and sometimes "imagination". I do write best, when I am deeply affected by something, or someone, eg my daughter. :) Thank you for the compliment.

Lady Labyrinth

Date: 12/26/2020 10:32:00 PM

The 6th Christmas. LOVE, as always, from the Sures of Purgatory. ;). And I'm not even a Mick - I'm terribly un-pc and my bolshie stance, is irretrievably fixed in some other realm. Yours truly, the irreverent revenant. x

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 12/26/2020 10:34:00 PM

"an intermediate state after death for expiatory purification specifically : a place or state of punishment wherein according to Roman Catholic doctrine the souls of those who die in God's "good grace may make satisfaction for past sins and so become fit for heaven." ;)