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The Sleeping Man At the Picnic

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"The Sleeping Man at the Picnic" What dreams this man has to escape a world where his humanity is a contagion soldier ants swagger holding gangster guns he’s counting numbers to avoid the dream of the one he shares with the innocence of children Outside the turmoil we are a pin prick of light in the eye of God’s needle Inside us the threads of a road to an interior universe so much vaster unexplored Our lives are optical illusions We are all sleeping at the Picnic Lost in the purpose of dreaming Searching for the rhetoric in meaning (LadyLabyrinth / 2020)

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Lady Labyrinth

Date: 10/30/2022 6:36:00 PM

“Powers of Ten” https://youtu.be/Ww4gYNrOkkg

Lady Labyrinth

Date: 5/25/2021 4:17:00 AM

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Lady Labyrinth
Date: 5/25/2021 4:17:00 AM

https://youtu.be/7Eeo-82Eac8

Robert Lindley

Date: 5/24/2021 7:40:00 PM

Which means either my dreams are crazy- or else I am... hmmmm. Flip a coin or else kiss a toad....

Robert Lindley
Date: 5/24/2021 7:41:00 PM

a fav. the picnic is the dream methinks....

Robert Lindley

Date: 5/24/2021 7:39:00 PM

time is the curse, humanity the disease- dying tis the worse- which way up, thank you please.. Alice broke the glass slipper, Madhatter ate the spoons. My friend, life is a pale glimpse through the looking glass it so oft seems. Oft my dreams send me verses, and I wake to acknowledge that gift.

Robert Lindley

Date: 5/24/2021 7:33:00 PM

I fear that now I want to sleep more. To swim in dreams that take me further away than what this existence can even imagine. To a poetic paradise where music and poetry dance the sun up and fill the sky with raining joy. And the heavens reach to touch every soul- to say- peace be upon you. And it was so nice-until the damn alarm clock went off...

Lady Labyrinth

Date: 5/26/2020 3:26:00 PM

"I stopped thinking, therefore I no longer Am".

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 5/26/2020 3:26:00 PM

https://www.msn.com/en-au/news/world/comment-what-is-man-if-he-ceases-to-think/ar-BB14C7bl

Arturo Michael

Date: 5/26/2020 9:47:00 AM

You could be right...this could all be a dream...but then I get hungry... A lovely write as usual...All the best Leanne

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 5/26/2020 2:44:00 PM

Food for thought.....blindfolds off. Picnics are all well and good, but they are meant to be lovely affairs; most have been eating processed and contaminated on the blanket at ground level. When we realise Love is the power food, maybe chewing on Life will be more nourishing and wholesome. Lovely to see you pop your head in, so thank you for your comment.

Lady Labyrinth

Date: 5/26/2020 6:08:00 AM

"For a moment, the Earth stood still. It came unexpectedly, and under different conditions than we wished for. Days turned to weeks and weeks into months. Our minds sat with old trauma to release it. Our hearts expanded. We were reminded that life was fleeting, and that we were, first and foremost .... souls."

Ts Poetry

Date: 5/25/2020 7:47:00 PM

When we look at the universe as a whole we come to realise how small we really are in the grand scheme of things. "Inside us the threads of a road to an interior universe so much vaster unexplored"

Ts Poetry
Date: 5/25/2020 9:24:00 PM

I fear for the next generation and the next.

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 5/25/2020 8:42:00 PM

This is a response to your poem, It's a F'ckd Up World.