Understood
"Understood"
My feet stand solemn
grounded they're barefoot
sinking in the undertow,
feeling what’s real
my toes grip the past
while the slow words
wash it irrevocably away
the ego sashays
and hangs that Faust in the wardrobe
Locks it away
turns the key
I put it on my tongue
swallow the meaning of that, irreverently
Turning my back
I walk away
Walking softly,
towards tomorrow
yet my brain
is loud and unruly,
it leaves its imprint in braille
for you to touch
You that read
You feel or fail
to taste what I am swallowing
you'll grasp it or not,
it's no easy nor ordinary tale
When I am buried
as my stories become mulch
like dry leaves crumple
crushed under your foot
You'll feel I saw you
like myself,
the other side of white
misunderstood and contrite
powdery those leaves become
A drug in a glass of water
swirled with a teaspoon
the other side of prison
a child living in a future
alive reverse somersault
a good mother
wanting answers
a child stolen,
removed by an interloper
wanting to be what I was
the child's true chromosome
the child's blueprint,
the child's Light
they, the readers, become bemused,
something of a puzzle this story
you have feet covered in honey they think
heavy the sting of misfortune,
what do they know
gaslight the
story bemusing
yet misunderstood
Words that are sugar in a tincture
used for remedy,
a kindness tea
or petulant soup
but like vaseline,
rub it for all it's worth
my words could be sold
as precious as silk
or just as common
as your world
as common as
pasteurized milk
the story
is somewhat sterilized
you and I daughter
pressed like flowers between the pages
The usurper
full of counter production
full of coveting years
and lies
my world, which is your world
may be considered merely Droog
willful, wasted, buried under soot
like bones chewed slowly by Bowie's Diamond Dogs
and pigeon tarts
pecking at small morsels
on a ground hardened
by their own lost years coo
the gristle tasted,
becomes untasty when they see
a car wreck, the piled up souls
erased underfoot
but I give you this
consider it a gift
Love was what was missed
what was planted in the heart
seeded, it bloomed
beyond the veil
eyes watched and read,
consider it a secret tryst
lifted by Light,
you were held
the mind always remained true
you were kissed
Whistling a message
implicitly understood
acknowledged silently
written on leaves like pages in trees
In a Winter Garden
watched by only one
Robin Hood
take from the rich
give to the poor
wanton,
rebellious,
generous, misguided, lost
Lock the door
Living
some kind of half way life
cavalier and watched by you
like in your own mirror
Understood
Never "dirt" poor -
True
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
gvlm
“What lies before me
and what lies behind me
are small matters
compared to what lies within me.”
H.D. Thoreau
"In high heels
Walking into walls
Ever wondered
If you're here at all?
Try whistling this..."
Crowded House
Copyright © Lady Labyrinth | Year Posted 2020
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