burried and cured in sod's wallowing gallow
ground as tender flower of wonder
reading worlds into the hands
mired in swallows and clawed
she began trunks of brooches
for her second son
to flee the falling failing rakes
bested in deserts earthen ovens
rebuilding the gingers shant, easily
carnate fury, easters menage
blurry tests to bleak to smear
exposed to a heartless ember of septs
reticent snakes frail and drunk
back to the chest my second sons hum.......
county claire, connaught, easter risings
"Deep Sea Sky Blue"
the contented life
rises and falls
bedded
the treasure chest
is touched briefly
inside a shell opens
constricted mind
of heart swallows
the bends,
it is found
wanting, so
releases
the fast,
changeling
embryo soul,
le enfant terrible
feeling the rips
like selkie
walls of skin
cool and warm
currents sucking
dark and light
kicking out
the within,
a transparent
circle rises
still life
perpetually
repeating
on carnate
incarnates
unstill
the unseen
surfaces
and surveys
the contented life
how it
rises and falls
bedded in shades
and shadows
of gently rising
and plunging
azure
outside
from within
deep sea
sky blue
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
"Sea of Calm", 432Hz
https://youtu.be/u033bj7V9Kw
I’ve entered realms beyond the veil
where nought but souls abide,
but most like me will tell you true
‘tis not an easy ride!
Harps and Wings I’ve seen them not,
though love abounds for sure,
but so does hate and fear and rot
and things that all abhor.
Demons, devils, evil souls
whose hatred drives their needs,
where only by your spirit’s strength
can one survive their greeds.
Entities within these realms
could not in flesh carnate,
but feed upon the souls of those
for whom they lie in wait.
But also there are places where
true peace and love abound,
where spirits rise above mankind
and paradise is found.
Our earthly life, I’ll state once more,
is where we strive to find
the place we wish within our mind
that matches our own kind.
And when we die there is no doubt
when standing in the queue,
the others standing by your side
will be the same as you.
A ‘lifetime’ is where we can learn
the place that we belong,
and only when we truly know
will death end lifetime’s song.
Heaven or Hell your final choice,
you earn it here on earth,
but ‘twix the training sessions
you just wait for your rebirth!
Ivor G Davies
Please move it on sir
you are holding up the line
Re-innn...carnate what?
Could you repeat that? Oh, yeah!
See that ‘Been-There-Done-That’ sign?
This, a collapsing division
Of our longest standing divide;
Ours, a sole carnate revision
Of that which we would once deride;
As all the bitter tastes we taste,
Such burning cold and ugly snow,
And each break fades out in its haste,
A livid vine living to grow
And fester as a parting gift--
Once wolven-skinned compassion--
Brandishing a new schism and rift--
Now sheep-skinned and thus impassioned,
Sheathen false wings of Seraphim,
To rust and field this frightened fold,
Mercurial from limb to limb,
The acidic fall to behold.