you said just blend in
to see, be seen, here and there
to adapt with camouflage
striking a go between
what you believe and compromise
Owls fly back into the dark,
threading between the trees.
Predators and prey slip away
appeasing their shared unease.
Playing hide-and-seek
between gusts of breeze
in the pre-dawn hush,
of the lilt and lull,
such a tease.
In-between this day and night,
awake and asleep, in degrees,
conscious and the like,
is where time forgets to count.
Happenstance leans in and pleads
to go between the sheets,
pulling edges apart, unpicking seams,
blurring shadows into mists,
until nothing left is what it seems,
when going in-between,
going in-between!
I sing the ballad of Jeffrey Epstein
With his island of underage dames
He had connections, a kind of go-between
If hell exists, he's in the flames.
Lots of folks knew of his appetites
But he had connections, he had clout
Now all sorts of bigwigs are in the gun sights
If elected, we should kick them out.
Of course we have to be careful in the naming
Some people just overlooked sins, to get a connection
He was a low life liar too, not above framing
But its sickening to look at the contacts collection.
There's a lesson here, to stay away
From any man whose got demons to hide
Black and white, avoid shades of gray
Or he'll take you for that devil ride.
From the dead, his hand reaches, naming names.
Dragging people down, dragging them below
Lives move on, but their honor stained
Some truths, I'd rather not know.
All Rise for the Queen!!
Embracing the scene,
Glowing glimmering green,
Your energy machine,
So divine,
Serene,
The unseen,
Your go-between,
She's here to intervene.
When Out of balance,
And feeling Unclean.
When acting obscene,
Jealousy, and envy,
Just plain being mean.
Running around all,
ME! ME! ME!
It's how we're trained to be.
Breathe,
Relax, come back.
Stay on track,
Pick up the slack,
Counter attack.
Build the rampart,
Play it smart.
Be the start,
Embrace your part,
With love in your heart.
You are the love I AM,
My counter part,
A work of art.
You were set apart,
The truth was buried,
Hidden within your Heart.
Such A powerful potion,
Our Loving emotion.
Like A Golden River Flowing,
The Energy set in motion,
Pouring like an Ocean,
Connecting each part,
Starting from the Queen,
Her chambers lie in the heart.
brothers want me to be an intermediary
their argument loud, their voices did carry
in between the two is not where I want to be
why does the family always turn and pick on me?
Wind..dances in the trees
Egos,doing as they please
Wind..brings clouds of rain
Tomorrows,oftimes filled with pain
Wind..sounds deep in the night
Sorry,may not make it right
Wind..elements moving unseen
Attraction,love's go-between
Just a maid & just sixteen
a serving girl a go-between
upstairs and downstairs her scene
was true love to intervene?
The starting point is one:sixteen
God’s power through faith foreseen
One:seventeen’s righteous decree
Salvation by faith is the key
Three:twenty-three indicts us all
Sin’s “glory of God” shortfall
Four:three is Abraham’s lead
Faith the only righteous deed
Five:eight provides a Substitute
Sin had left us destitute
God’s love delivered up His Son
The payment for sin is done
Sidestep death in six:twenty-three
Eternal Life in Christ is free
No condemnation in eight:one
Never separated from God’s Son
Ten:nine-and-ten is the TNT
“Salvation power for faith in Me”
With your mouth you confess it
With your heart you accept it
“Believe My promises” in ten:thirteen
Jesus Christ our go-between
Faith in Him the only condition
For Kingdom of God admission
white capped peaks appear then go
cresting mountains blue and green
with prayers that triton’s spear won’t show
we cross what lays between
old skalds tell of the tempest’s wrath
this realm no man’s to own
if careless of the swell and trough
you’ll reap the seeds you’ve sewn
with wary looks cast overboard
caulked timbers flex and cry
and oaths that seek divine accord
entreat the leaden sky
I promise I’ll go between no more
I’ll not sail again I swear
but then I itch to leave the shore
to once more be out there
so I’ll live in fear of her cold embrace
of the pull and her sway over me
when she calls my name with guileful grace
my mistress of the sea
HIS FINGERTIPS
HIs fingertips brush over my shy cheek,
Softly plethoring an array of wordless sound
Into the unresisting ear.
We two no longer strangers meet
In a tactile encounter where
The way leads meandering
Through in pleasure
To an unashamed portrait of paradise.
"Come, taste and see that it is good",
Indeed the nectar of a thousand blooms
Will not be as thirst-quenching
As the hidden walled garden we inhabit
For ourselves alone - an abundance
Of colour and hue invading our senses.
We linger in the centre of things,
To draw our feet into the pools,
Dreaming of new dimensional space,
Where the supreme authority that reigns
In quiet power is what we know from moment
To sacred moment,
The knowledge we possess gives us
A gathered insight into the heart of
Love with no go-between or intermediary,
Love without ending or beginning,
Love that touches the hem of the eternal,
Becoming one with it,
Love that is love personified,
Complete in every way.
Just a maid just sixteen
a serving girl a go-between
upstairs and downstairs her scene
'til love was to intervene
She so young he the master's son
a web of attraction
begun
one rainy afternoon in June
A familiar tale oft told
of one so shy the other bold
an affair that hot summer long
despair did conclude that song
A baby came the next Spring
but sadly sans a wedding ring
he departed for the Great War
the wench & baby shown the door
In action the teenage swain died
the lass & bairn cried & cried
the family their kin despised
conscience money salved their pride
She another was to marry
her boy cared for by his Granny
ne're once more to see this first son
none alive know why this was done
Consequences lived on from my tale
as an emotionally crippled .male.
Brian Strand | Year Posted 2010
Once happy home now broken;
Mom and Dad are splitting up.
Only child tries to fix rift,
but it's all for naught.
Date written: 08/05/2021
Mary had a gecko
Its skin was shamrock green
But everywhere that Mary went
It changed its colour scheme
When Mary went to Heaven
Her gecko made the scene
Saint Peter sent them back again
He thought they had gangrene!
So when you get to Heaven
And you need a go-between
Just ask for Mary's gecko
Its the Devil's own routine!
Elephantine
Slow motion measures
out of time
in pace
Great go-between
grows notions
in lines
and space
Eglantine
embows fragrant pleasure
springtime's
embrace
Mezzanine
bon mot for half measure
lying low
in place
Intervene
plover distraction
displeasure
paradigm
about face
Serene
glow sensate pleasure
time felt
with grace
Written 16 May 2020
posted 19 July 2020
''Eglantine'' - a wild rose.
Mother of all wombs....life cycle go between....birthstone to infinity
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