Between a dream and a nightmare is a place without a name
A gathering of half baked shadows waiting for a shape to claim
bestowing generational survival skills
and desirable traits –
for e o n s
She led mankind to be
a better version of itself—
wishing for a fairy godmother
l o s e sight of
the W~E~L~L of W~I~S~D~O~M from within –
poised to be
r e l e a s e d …
Whispers speak to me in darkness I still see his light
Insight deep within my shadows I extend my sight
Hallow carving deep within my skull a howl escapes my maw
Yearning to destroy the visions I fly up above the clouds
Shaking from the pain of losing myself again
Echoes hide the truth that I am full of copper blood
Bones of clay they sprayed the world with Iron
Trapped in Spain a cell constructed of cedar
No saving me I am chained to Death itself
No praying for me I am choking from the smoke of this worlds corpse
Under the stars I am locked inside the shell of my past
Betrayed by my own heart
I am burning in flames while all of you laugh
Don't save me, I am Lost beneath the corpse of this world
No Saving me, Covered in the blood of all creation
Nailed to a tree spit on laughed at tormented and forsaken
I am forever Free you are lost in me
I recall walking round about in silly circles
Always ended up back home
Doom averted
Silent shouts for joy and bliss
My Kamera you captured my heart
Wavy chips and sour grits
echoes of you foot steps in the distance
I see you with my eyes open In my Minds eye
Under avowed distance we grew deeper and deeper in Love
Perth or Waco or York I am Kami's forever where ever I am
Nothing can destroy my Love for you Milla my Best friend
Our Love is Eternal
The road curls like a lazy ribbon toward the sea.
The music hums low, windows down, my hand slicing the wind like I’m baptizing myself in motion.
And then it hits me—
That smell.
Honeysuckle and salt water.
Sweet and sharp.
Like sugar on the edge of a blade.
Like the promise of something sacred just out of sight.
It always hits before I can see the ocean.
The scent remembers before my eyes do.
It wraps around me, soft and sticky, whispers, “You’re almost home.”
The air thickens. Not heavy—holy.
It tastes like summer and survival.
Like barefoot afternoons.
Like kisses that never needed explaining.
Like the version of me that used to believe in forever without apologizing for it.
And then, just over the hill, there it is...
The horizon, split in light.
The sea, wild and waiting.
The wind carries salt across my lips like a lover’s fingertips, and I smile before I even realize I’m doing it.
Not because I found something new—
But because I remembered what was always mine.
Along the long, silent halls they drift,
thoughts curling tight like thorned tendrils.
Calm resists.
Walls lean close, sighing with quiet cracks.
A tremor passes through you.
Whispers press in like tidewater.
Yet your roots hold in secret.
You break and the light drifts past,
soft and silent.
There is a hush
between the crash of sky and soul—
I almost forgot what silence stole
his name half-spoken
My own heart is unsure if it’s mine
Grief echoes softly through measured time
footsteps blur
on ground not wholly earth or dream—
I’m learning that not all ghosts are mean
I exist in liminal spaces
Forever in the shade despite my longing to be warmed by the sun
A foggy filter laying over every scene before me
I'm always in love with life, in love with death and crushed by everything in between
Flightless
Delighted by beauty and plagued by sadness
Only birds can get close to God I whisper pushing my fingers through the veil
Have you ever thought about the permanence of airports?
Flights dock and depart.
The people flow in and out,
ever-changing,
a whirl of color and language and time.
But not the concrete.
Not the tile.
The cornerstones always remain.
Decades of stories,
manifold fears and dreams,
held between each molecule.
Here we are timeless.
Existence escapes the construct
of seconds that parade forward.
In an airport, you simply are.
We didn’t know
‘Til time happened to decompose.
Missed my friends, classes, teachers
From two days to two years.
I want to go back.
Get your bags and go pack
Because we’re going to the past.
You’re my only gateway; I hope you last.
We’ve lost too much,
And we’ve fallen out of touch.
Time is going to stop today,
And it will be forever Monday.
Night
Dark, Soft
Chirping, Stagnating, Calming
Liminal Spaces Comfort Me
3 A.M.
The space in-between
Two worlds
When we transition
From dreamland
To harsh reality
That moment
When you are
Neither here
Nor there
Traversing
The barrier
Crossing
The line
Stepping in
Stepping out
Over the threshold
Negotiating the border
The ready, steady
Before the go
The rising red curtain
Before the show
Liminal lostness
The uncomfortable
Homeless
Non-place
The wilderness of un-belonging
The chrysalis of transformation
The journey has begun
Simultaneously ending
Over we go..
Through we push
Pay the ferryman
See you on the other side
Mind the Gap
“Liminal”
At the threshold point
where rite of passage holds a pearl
hierarchy is reversed within the realm of ambiguity
Girl into Woman
Woman into Girl
Dissolution of Order
Fluidity a small metaphorical death
A rite of separation from the past
Three graces
Three fates
Clotho spins
Lachesis deals
Atropos cuts
Another missing
watches her Moirai patiently
and waits
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
llb, klb, mlb
ljb
"Basic Instinct", The Acid
https://youtu.be/kOucrAFX810
“A window within the soul to see
Light and Magick I send with thee
Be strong, be brave, make the right choice
Though Darkness shouts with a terrible voice
Know that I am watching from above
And that always, always, the answer is Love...”
1. Liminality
2. Moirai
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