The Strict Machine
"The Strict Machine"
Take a note
pick up your sharpened quill
tap dance your screen
your mind like
a Magpie's beak
a Silent Epiphany
One,
Two and
Three
a Silent Jackhammer
pneumatic drill
Blackbirds fly off the page
they're swooping for the kill
A new dawn
swallows freedom wings
some writers think
they’re Poets
they pay their golden tokens
their cups that runneth over
to gain entry
to their idle
Strict Machine
gilded lilies
bendeth over
to try and colour
pretty all the leaves
roaming spineless
leftovers
Keep on writing
pay the Tiller Man
who opens all your doors
to drink in drunk
the sycophants
sugary genuflecting soliloquies
they throw their love around
their new bridles
who are bit and showered
with praise
stale wedding confetti
their sunny smiles and wanton egos
debunked legs spread
on black and white
chequered floors
where their muses
wear their holy pants
they roll their blinds and
gaze through sunless windows
Love’s in a small box
buried deep inside
the schism
irreverence
written accolades
grant you what you
need the most
honey dripping
lips for licking
brown stars revealed
dog stars black and
mirrors genuflecting
glory trails and
words their bottomless
transparent wavelength
prisms
not prisons?
honesty’s lost in
written paragraphs
something's always missing
close your eyes
hold your breath
sink silently in your
iridescent clear water
potpourri petalled
Roses-Are-Us
unsullied bath...
along the rim scum
perhaps there floats
the key that's hidden
treading water with
razor toothed sharks
in the kaleidoscope
colours of your mind
LIFE
is written
there's the key
there's the path
Truth.
Forbidden.
(LadyLabyrinth/Nov 2018)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YeawPUpTHJA
"The two have to go hand in hand - the atmosphere and the music. I actually get rather worried if I can't see the music first. There always needs to be a mood, a feeling, a story, even if it is abstract. There's got to be a narrative to guide things before they're even created." Alison Goldfrapp''
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mz4I4FOe2b8
"No man is an island...."
“Collaboration is the essence of life. The wind, bees and flowers work together, to spread the pollen.”
Amit Ray, Mindfulness Living in the Moment - Living in the Breath
Copyright © Lady Labyrinth | Year Posted 2018
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