Is it not "spiritual" to know you are here.
To take in the smile of a new arrival,
soak up the youthful wonder,
when sin didn't dull your hunger.
To watch an animal play, with no care in the world
except to be the one in the box
who sand-spiders sibling into, like a victim bast.
No complaining that they are not human.
Nothing but pure zest of Life.
Isn't it true that you cannot say
you are not "spiritual", and that spiritual means "contemplative romantic gratitude".
Thank you for creation, Lord.
The interlopers surrounded the old folk’s farmstead before dawn.
Farmer Jay wondered what planet they were now living on.
Their gravely gobbles were incessantly loud, it was a take over.
Farmer Jay’s hound dog was missing, his name was Leaf Clover.
What do they want? The missus asked her sweet husband Jay.
Not sure he said, but it does not look like a very good day.
Eat hamburgers and bacon at Thanksgiving was their soul-full yell.
They gobbled it all morning until the dinner bell.
Other demands were written down in blue and red ink.
By this time they had sold their farm to a young couple named Pink.
What about the turkeys? Are you taking them? The young owner asked.
They are your problem now, Farmer Jay said, picking up his statue of Bast.
The shame was relished
when met with wanting eyes
How I longed to be held
and open up for sexting blighs
When every thought I had to have was..
trust for shaming eyes
When ever trust I knew to see
was faith for moving thighs
When all at once a voice would say
don't move for what comes by
When at that time were fates what made
more safe come back for time
As at that light was one response
more plates come back to dine
When in that Hell more words go by
than sakes claw back on line
When everywhere each person's reach
brocks back for each to rine
Is everywhere each hopes the least
tore out from beast oblign
And every hope
all lost to man
unqueath
you'll cost to clan
When every time you waited for
was blessed more plate to find
When every fall where plate could tyne
was placed on death for kind
And calling all who feel the shame
to come down to the pain
When even love's past half that mind
And most flee post-bast bain
"The Black Habit"
Bast never rests
claws sharp as scissors
The Black Habit
no natural skin
torn to shreds
with a cream filled kiss
Legs wrapped around a velvet lick
Perfume purrs in your ears
Like a Black Cat
Bast never rests
Like a Black Cat
Bast skirts your whiskers
Breezes over your lips
The Black Habit lifts
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
“Space Weaver”/Lisa Gerrard
https://youtu.be/TO25_qAq8xI
Alternative "Space Weaver"/Lisa Gerrard
https://youtu.be/WokkX5FOf14
“I want to fall in love in such a way,
that the mere sight of a man,
even a block away from me,
will shake and pierce me,
will weaken me,
and make me tremble and soften and melt.”
Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus
The Labyrinth's Manifestation Spell
"Gravitate to Me"/The The
https://youtu.be/xgwx40iAdVQ
Lyrics:
https://genius.com/The-the-gravitate-to-me-lyrics
Bathe me then bring me home
to that inner sanctum,
rigid and strong,
where Bast is known to rest
in the purest of scents
of woman,
protecting sanctity
and the serenity
of a world gone by
hold me where amulets cast
and hands caress each night
bless me with your dance of life
slowly removing the seven veils
birthed in prodigious fertility
anoint the new and the old
let sunrise burn off the haze
where the bluest of blues have laid
lick the wounds of past
allow this light to last
Bast: https://www.crystalinks.com/bast.html
A wide awake snooze made me scream
Held me in the clutches of a well-earned dream.
An elephant in pajamas came running up fast.
He pushed me aside, and made the sign of a bast.
A wide awake snooze held me captive in my head.
I thrashed and I crashed,, and I fell out of the bed.
My dad yelled, "What's that?" But I could not open my eyes.
So I stayed on the floor, curled up with some left over fries.
My snooze was determined to keep my eyes solidly shut.
I fought her for awhile, but soon gave up in my gut.
She was much too strong for me, this wide away snooze.
So I envisioned myself a frog, deciding to stay off the booze.
Remember the days of the past
When we felt safe and we felt dear,
Longing, hoping such times would last?
In our youth, we would run so fast
And things evil were never near.
Remember those days of the past?
Then, I never did know of caste,
Of despised ones, who lived in fear.
They never hoped such times would last.
Ignorance of their pain is vast,
But many of color, with tear,
Remember the days of now and past.
Still present, the sting of the bast.
Cries for justice, they pray we hear;
Longing, hoping it comes at last.
A blind eye we must never cast
Towards the hate that we must cure.
Remember the days of the past
So all can hope...at last...at last!
Broken Mind
Yes I am going insane, my mind is shattering like glass, my voices fight like every day and my thoughts are racing fast, I’m not real I am a myth, I’m a legend just like Bast, I’ll take off my shoes and socks, and walk barefoot in the grass. Digging deeper in my mind, I am tearing it in two, wish I knew what’s going on, but I haven’t got a clue, there is no way I can stop this, there is nothing I can do, I do not know what is false, I do not know what is true. I’m playing the game of Saw, yes my mind’s a giant trap, going crazy over here, yes I really need a slap, I am tired of these thoughts, so I get in bed and nap, I shall navigate my mind, but first I will need a map. Yes the layers of my mind, they begin to start to peel, yes my mind is made of copper, but my heart is made of steel, what is going on inside? I do not know what to feel, I do not know what is fake, I do not know what is real.
i sit back, and watch my life unravel, the only sound is, my feet on the gravel, my mind is so sharp, as sharp as a scalple, i walk alone, and thats how i travel. im running a race, but im coming in last, the reasons because, my feet arnt so fast, killing for fun, is a thing of the past, i got the idea, so im wearing a cast. i know i love cats, but no im not bast, after all that ive done, i cant believe i am sassed, my heart is just broken, not broken and brassed, i let down the anchor, and im thrown from the mast.
Short of help, but still of staff
the headache from the neck does last
the evenness of time in cache
lies dormant, so disbursed, abashed!
Though waiting, justice is enmassed
to some fond hill, its wearied bast
has tempered not the day's full cast
and sleeps in kinship, life's repast!
Forgiveness lacking, lacks in class
so metered to repeating's lash
like some huge wail, the wave's do splash
first beaten ~ then to mercies crass!
Deliverance of lieing's stake
the game goes on of win and take,
the overpowering of land's sake
do drink and drink its servile cask!
That greed and garrison of task
nor common sense can so express
the doing's done in overt haste,
this burgeoning of time erased!
That filtered sleeve of compromise
should pinch the air to realize,
we've done it, winnows out our eyes
while change redundant hypnotized ~
. . . becomes incumbent with the skies!
PARTING WAYS WAS SUCH SWEET SORROW
AS LIFES LITTLE DRIFTER
I REMEMBER OUR LAST MEETING
AND HERE I AM AGAIN
SUCH A DIFFERENT CLIMATE
BUT THE ATMOSPHERE HAS THE SAME FEEL
I WALKED INTO REFLECTIONS OF THE BAST
TRUELY, IT HAS BEEN A LONG TIME
WALKING THE ISLES
THE FUNERAL AROSE
THE ALTER TRANSFORMED INTO THE CASKET
THE LIGHTS SLIGHTLY DIMMED
THE SERMON MORPHED INTO THAT EULOGY
THE ONE ACCOMPANIED WITH ADDITIONAL FINALITY
MORE FACES APPEARED
DAMN THIS PLACE
AS I TOOK A SEAT
SUNDAY SCHOOL FACES CAME FLOODING IN
EIGHTEEN YEARS REGRESSED
TIME TRAVEL WITHOUT MOVEMENT
ANOTHER BLINK OF MY EYE
THE DAYS INTERVENTION BEGINS
OR SO IT SEEMS
FOR I AM THE THINKER
MY EYES SCAN THE GATHERED MASS
AM I REALLY ALONE
DOES THIS TRANSLATE WORSHIP
OR A STRONG SEMINAR AT BEST
A YOUNG CHILD STARES AT ME OVER THE PEW
I SEE A LOST PART OF ME
THE PAST REVISITED
A LAMB INTRUIGED BY COLORFUL WONDER
THIS REUNION WAS MOST HELPFUL
BUT I MUST BE ON MY WAY
I RETURNED
TO BE REMINDED OF WHY I LEFT IN THE FIRST PLACE
Twice blessed,
twice graced,
by the Goddess Bast
caste in adoration.
Twin orbs, phosphorescent eyes
space holders for the setting sun
both bathed in milk white moonlight
temple guardians, night slayers.
Twice blessed,
thrice graced,
by felines two
in this place of creation.
Trinity of trinities infinities sign,
feline guardians mark the time,
in this space of creation.
Bestowed bereavement, this condolence graft,
the memorabilia sequence, mine not draft
like some ongoing virtue, depth not classed,
forever love relinquish at the pass
the merriment not, but laughing, seal to last,
joy to eternal hoping, prithee to cast
my soul, not rent with sorrow
seams with bast . . .
Uncertainty breeding tolerance or default
that openness forever I exalt
my weakness, as new weakness, not assault,
would execute new justice by strength's lack?
So bridging some infirmity, take back
the homicidal structure of exact,
unknown to self the causing, still impact
all differences demeaning, all retract!
By stating my contention, not react
I clarify my purpose ~ in contrast.
So let me delve in empathy, Faith's last
and let me live in sympathy, my bast!
As still injustice learning, am aghast
by fortunes interacting, through War's path,
the flagrant guesswork erstwhile marring lathe',
I loosen my indemnity ~ God's wrath
is so determined judgment . . . . mine unclassed!
America the beautiful his lady to thee, were eagles fly HI apon and
by the sea's his beauty never dies, Land and Air by clouds up high
the spirts of the creators fly bye and bye, to carry the gun, not against
the good women and son but for the baby in liberty's arms were they
laid, to protect the air, land, and oceans, Bast and all the awesome
creators cried, bye and bye and of course in time they will go bye
to carry them home one day, On the Moutain top were Gaints of
men small and large men that are all ,of us, a ,gaint in the skys
Golden godness, that dance on the clouds to carry them home
in the heavens sky, There the thrones of Gods line up for all
of the brave, for thanks, given we may have a party to the divnes on the
4 th of July may be creators brithday in the universary sky, Blast all
we sing our song for ever more Happy Brithday to all. Giving by
angels also and anyone who has a party.
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