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Premium Member Maid of the Myst

Maid of the Myst

I lie in repose
Under the falls
In a tranquil pool
Of turquoise blue

He left me for another
This I could not suffer
My pain already drowning me
I fell from the falls

Spectacular was the news
Young girl with the blues
Dives to her cherished death
My lover left me for I was on meth

I was confused and skin so bruised
Misused and tears seeped from my veins
No one at all could know this enduring pain
So now under the falls I enjoy the rain

My soul lies deep
Under waters so very steep
I wait, and I wait
To be alive again

From the skies
Not another… but I see a phone that dives
Floating downwards upon my weary breast
A chance you see, finally I was blessed

I call from the depths below
Like a spirit I begin to glow
Daddy daddy is that you?
From below I call to say a proper adieu



Found inside her pocket

I miss you daddy
I love you so much
Forgive my wild youth
Remember me as I was in your arms
Long ago with my pony tails
Your little cuddly pumpkin
Love you daddy

Rewind Forward

“Rewind Forward”


Memory mirror 
supple sylph yields
and naked 
walks through liquid glass
towards your dark eyes
to float in black
legs wrapped
rapture drawn deep
unclothed into your arms
bathed bare 
you climb my mountains
pull me in 
your fingers coiled 
tight and unforgiving
around my silken hair
mouth drawn to bare 
omni amor libido
opalescent skin glistens
slow dance
silence listens
caught in time
elementals float in the aether 
no walls no stairs no roads
bodies in rhythm rhyme -
in your dark mirrors 
are all my blue skies -
dream duelling flames 
tongues do not speak
they torch a burning blaze
there are no nights
there are no days
two flaming souls 
deep dive
erotic waves 
they read no maps
trysting in their lovely trap
Pantoums 
each the other world 
Phantom 
opium kissed lips
repeat repetition 
Ships lost at sea 
in our ghost myst 
a fierce longing
a holy confederacy
Kisses long and languid
Luscious long neck licks
Drink my life 
Your need is met
my mead is sweet 
and want is whet
Honey swallowed
lost in the love
love in the lost 
trapped in the net
an open cave 
doorway 
where lush moss 
waits wet
treasure found
treasure kept
sensual salty 
her sea is met 
pounds to your 
foreign uncharted shore
two rare pearls
are free yet 
bound and kept
on the other side
awake forever
with the never slept 
hearts open 
wounds bleeding 
turn the key 
Mirror Memory

(LadyLabyrinth/2018)






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"Flashbacks", Emika

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"Flashbacks (reversed)", Emika







“We did not touch each other. We were both leaning over the abyss.” 
Anaïs Nin

“Our love would be death. The embrace of imaginings.” 
Anaïs Nin

“Secrets. Need to disguise. The novel was born of this.” 
Anaïs Nin

"But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted 
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! 
A savage place! as holy and enchanted 
As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted 
By woman wailing for her demon-lover..."
Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Kubla Khan

Night Upon Day

Upon the dawning of each day 
Everything is black and grey
The darkness fills the space around him
Somehow the demons won't let him be
Just upon the time for him to change
They come for his life to be rearranged 
Breaking through the silver lining of his soul
Letting them in, taking over him... he's a fool
Once he was smothered in beauty
Through time the porcelain skin around his face has shattered. 
For now and forever they've made him ugly and broken, Just like you and me.
The soul that once shined, now a black Myst disposing him of his sweet taste. Deformed.
A heart so cold, eliminating him of his feeling.
Upon the rising sun of each day
Everything is white and grey
The light surrounds the darkest of nights
For then the darkness that holds him so tight, shrouds away at the sight of the holy light.


Premium Member Myst

"MYST"


Under Anaesthesia 
the dream bleeds fast, 
it lasts forever, it’s over too quick
Some kind of fantasy, you meet those you missed
Terra Firma no longer exists
Floating with other beings 
Legends are embraced 
lovingly long time kissed
In the Bardo, the "Between" place
I'll wait for you
with those missed

I will wait for you
in the 
Myst



(Lovejoy-Burton/May 2018)

Christmas



"Christmas"

I’ll stay with you 
towards Christmas
those 12 days 
and beyond

a strange few days
we meet in the nether
and hold on ...
like there’s no tomorrow

while the gryphons
try to work out 
which side their
mind and body is on

12 days 
gifting partridges 
their pairs in trees
hidden in the myst

Christmas is 
as Christmas does
its extremes and sublimities,
its oh so ... immaculate mess

I’ll stay with you
towards Christmas
those 12 days 
and beyond

rocky road 
devoured
and trifles 
expunged

cherry ripened
cheery 
hearts
are us

I’ll stay with you
towards Christmas
those 12 days 
and beyond

‘cause,
Poetry 
is 
Us

isn't it 
magic?

'cause 
Poetry 
is 
Us?

Love
to you 
wherever you are
never alone 

my beautiful one,
there is no ugly
here today in my 
heart - 

for you
at Christmas, 
alone
Love to you, 

'cause
Poetry is Us

I’ll stay with you
towards Christmas
those 12 days 
and beyond ...

'cause
Poetry is Us

(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
at Christmas, 2023

Dragons

They say dragons don't exist
Maybe the way they fly kept them in the Myst,

Dragon's are very much mystical creatures
They are all so different with many deep features,

Years ago I believe that dragons really were on earth
Even their babies were so cute even at birth,

The precious stones they guarded with their lives
Must have been very special to them to not take any bribes,

The breath of fire that you could see
Was their defense against any enemy,

Their beautiful huge wings that kept them in the sky
Humans often why they disappeared even though they could fly,

These mystical dragons must of had very special powers
They were so big that they were bigger than today's tallest towers,

Dragons are a myth of fantasy
But, if you believe they are real than that is all right with me.


Written By: Unique Poetry 2015


Twice Born

A gentile man of vivid dreams oft apt to walk at night
Followed where his feet would lead under the pale moon light
When chance he did into a grove of oak and alder trees
He spied a pool of nature's own fed by an ancient spring
There upon he cast his gaze beneath the moon so bright
And saw him something oddly fey revealed with second sight

At once belief that made him he who walked where others went
Faded in the mist of myth and planted there instead
A vision of a greater truth not seen, and yet perceived
From deep within the pool of being, liberation to receive
Reflections at the water's edge revealed his truest form
A life he's yet to realize, or a life he's lived before

For there upon this moon lit night, deep in that ancient wood
Where once there was an aging man an ageless raven stood
Twice born of myst beneath the sky, no longer bound by fear
Casting off his worldly flesh, he leapt into the air
He set his course by moon lit ways, a shadow taking flight
Till found he day light's brilliant rays that freed him from the night." 

                                                                   ~Christopher Thor Britt

The Everything Halloween Poetry Contest

A Clockwork of the Past

Some say that clouds can curve into a dream,
While resting restless roaming in the air.
'Twas I that walked into this cloudy theme,
That myst of mind and matter moved to share.
For breath breathed in my death life new to wear.

From death to life, a clockwork of the past,
A gift of beauty backwards moving fast,
Changing the colors that the clouds consume.
But nothing mortal never seems to last,
And life ended inside my mother's womb.

Plenum

Many eyes saw me pass, as I rode by
My reasons have fallen, like a brick house with nobody inside
Myself, I am nothing, a mere echoing of You
Yet I insist tis’ our first meeting and that you’ve left me clue

So again we return to this
This Being that incessantly persists
Where no words reach, yet all language subsists
As a hand, silent as the wind gently kissing passed leaves
She journeys through our myst
Convening the plenum as we breath

At night she rests in her natural state,
Yet we upon this rock have gone amiss
Saturated, once again within her tears, 
Our purpose her bliss
And life sings its song across the cosmic ocean
For I to witness
Oh if the air could speak...

Roundup Time At the Fake Not Okay Corral

(alternately titled: ah me go march'n home on derange)

I'll play the devil's advocate, yet
prepare a stance with pitchfork
     against misinterpreted faux attempt
     to describe, how whet
d'ya column re: immigration officials coe vet

patrol, police, and poison tranquil casa blanca
     where killer attack dogs fiendishly pin set
     ting sharp fangs at jugular vein of respectful,
     dutiful, and blissful (or at least

     prior to being sniffed out) innocent
     long time laborer on American soil now get
     ting Das Boot to their unfamiliar Motherland
     (despite living social
     as law abiding righteous folks) fret

full, cuz unfairly punished, and
     cruelly deported, dispirited, doomed
     pained visage non verbally articulates
     at un war rented deportation you bet!

with just a flick of the wrist
and alien hated, pigheaded,
     and xenophobic ventriloquist
bring back the Alien and Sedition Acts 

     with a Trumpeting Latina, Hispanic, 
     and for good measure Mulatto twist,  
     where original writ (signed into law 
     by President John Adams in 1798), 
     historical footnote, aye cannot resist

spooking (like a ghost), those pee pill 
     born south of the border pooped and pissed
in potties of this proud country, sans free and brave 
     now frightfully get flushed out 

glad to feign dis guise 
     as one among select Geronimo cadre 
     we henchman lubricate 
     wheels of injustice myst
     tuff hie hiding dark shadows 
     (along the edge of night) 

     thence paddy wagon comes 
     to screeching halt nabbing 
     an "illegal alien" name on hit list 
code word "bag dad" (biggest quarry)
     and score a win
     for Barren Trump Tah Mahal Incorporated

impossible mission special ops sentry slithers as trained
     fearless to shackle wetback ranked big hest
catch also including booby prize,
     as you correctly guessed.

Deception

thats the stuff that makes me pist, speak with my fist, caught in a myst of blind fury,

always blury, cant see straight, call it fate or a date with the devil, you put me on another

level that noone can relate, gotta leave the state and never look back, hold my head high,

whenever you see me cry its because i want you to die, look me in my eyes contemplate my 

truth from lies, in between the lines you take a breathe, credit for life just to cheat death,

nothings left when you do right, forced to fight in the night, chest is tight, soar like a kite, 

up up and away, i made it another day,

in a second it will all change, promises made are sure to fade, freeze the moment, you want 

to believe.

whatever they said was meant to deceive, just take heave or leave me alone, stone cold, 
born bold,

never too old to make yoou feel young, dont bite your tongue, guns will shoot, but only a 

blank,look at your face, i state my case, lets end this cat chase, and meet face to face in

an undisclosed pace, we race to the top, to win the prize, but if you were wise, youd take 

your time, quiet as a mime, that will not speak, you dirty sneak, just way too weak but serve

my cause well, to get to HEAVEN you must conquer HELL, go ahead and tell, i already 

expected you to tell!!!!!!!!    TRADER

D F

I know you as a moment
So there is no need to speak
We watch the sunset from different corners until we meet
The lights go out
And in your presence I am felt
I feel
Nothing less than bliss
Knowing this could be 
Simply letting the moments pass us by
Yet here we stand with time frozen
In this beautiful myst

Premium Member Mystery

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November 21,2018

Subliminal

Only if you knew that you live like a God in a place my heart has found you fit to rule
only if you knew that I would be the opposite of what God would cal one of his own if I Were to find out that not only I 
 Can make you smile and make you feel sugary and not have an explanation for it
Only if you knew
you would recent the idea of falling asleep on my chest 
The very foundation of your peacekeeping concentration camp would play out like the rest
You would start believing in a curse
only if you knew what would happen in the Myst of a fairy-tale Adam and eve would see themselves immortalized in being chopped in half 
if My existence learnt that the absence of another man in one of the most important days of your life brought you nothing but the question of where you stand 
while I. The King Still reigns by your side
I would crack open the heavens and drag down an angel with its wing
Hold it down long enough till the sins of this earth stain it so that the rejection would last longer that than existence itself
Only if you knew 
How that stayed with me without knowing 
The honesty we find in solace 
sets us on road trips we don't have lunch boxes for
sometimes,is it about listening or is about subjecting yourself to the moral of what is right
My dear 
I know the power of chemistry,It has the tendency of showing off by blowing up before the magician can make a perfect landing
Especially when the story was left on a good note
subliminally, 
He invaded my castle 
killed my guards and two pit bulls  got into my fortress
sat on my throne and felt home
only if you knew what it does to me 
That you too can establish communication that is no where to be seen
It breaks my ego in what can be put together again 
only if you knew
what I would give to have the ability to snatch his contact numbers off your mind 
you can look me in the eye 
Serenade me with what you have to say with your mouth but its your eyes that I am looking for
windows to your soul my love
I wish you knew
how beating your life because your heart is deformed can have an impact in your trust 
The trust our names  put together rhymes with  
Subliminally 
 Are we really that strong? 
are we aware of the vulnerabilities that are there to parish us off
Maybe just maybe
I am reading to much into a dream 
could the feeling be mutual ?

Wanderer

Wandering aimlessly in this abyss
Lost among the swirling myst

Twists and turns keep my time
No thought or rhythm to my rhyme

Where one is over the other begins
Has it started or has it reached it's end

The clock stands still silently on the verge 
Shall there be two or shall two merge

Help me find my way past this ache
Hurdle with me across the deepest lake

Sink into the quickest of sands 
Hold my breath across barren lands

The fierceness in my breaking soul
Drags me down the darkest hole

Wandering aimlessly in this abyss
Lost among the swirling myst

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