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“Within”
Shadow dreams
down silent roads
never taken
less than travelled,
the winter breeze
of the world within,
pulls out the hidden
message planted,
within
the quickening
attempts slow
anchoring,
the call persistent,
beckons, like the music
drumming softly,
lulling, calming
the rocking boat
in the heartbeat
rhythm of a contract
seeking solace
heard from the seat
of forgotten being,
a ghost banging
on the doors
of empty vessel,
conversations holy
for the supping
You open ;
the unseen
stands holding out
its hand at the
door of your
conscience,
you are
escaping back to
what is real
within,
the awakening ;
the quickening
attempts slow
anchoring
the call
hauntingly familiar
beckons you forward
away from the
time confining
sands of your shores
rippling cool
all those times
all those stories
you loved
over your bare feet
now walking
across seas
annointed
by water
the call,
like a dream
hauntingly familiar
beckons you
forward
like the sound
of your beautiful
Ocean
True Love
is calling
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
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“Non-Eternal”/Max Richter
https://youtu.be/9zkQX2FrRLM
“In the morning of life,
before its wearisome journey,
The youthful soul doth expand,
in the simple luxury of being;
It hath not contracted its wishes,
nor set a limit on its hopes;
The wing of fancy is unclipped,
and sin hath not seared the feelings:
Each feature is stamped with immortality,
for all its desires are infinite,
And it seeketh an ocean of happiness,
to fill the deep hollow within.”
“Know that we have met before
and that we will meet again.
I will find my way to you
in the next life,
and every life after that.”
“The Soul selects her own Society -
Then - shuts the Door -
To her divine Majority -
Present no more - ”
rev 3:20 KJV
The Mother-Child Soul Contract -
https://www.ascendedpresence.com/blog/mother-healing
https://energyboutiquehome.wordpress.com/2019/05/11/the-mother-wound/
https://in.toluna.com/opinions/3421285/How-Souls-Choose-Their-Parents-and-Families-An-amazing-and
A strange dream....
I look out of my window at marshmallow clouds.
Drifting across the sun, blotting out daylight stars.
The moon shines bright in the dull sunlight.
As a piano black sea. Drenches the ground.
One cloud resembles a Unicorn. My favourite pony.
I race outside. Alone and lonely.
I lie on the ground and the rain meets my skin.
And I laugh as it tickles me as the thunder begins.
The tinkling of the ivories the sound of cymbals.
As the lightning roars and the ground it trembles.
Suddenly I awaken from my deep sleep.
and look at my glass unicorn watching over me!
It was all just a dream! I fall back to sleep.
Back into a world which makes me weep.
Watching butterflies being chased by cats.
Flying out over a gold pond and high into a red sky.
Dreams are strange as you see never things.
Dogs and frogs flying with wings.
Or fish with rods pulling out men.
Then taking out the hook and banging their heads.
Why is the inspector checking their licences a hen?
And still I toss and turn in my bed.
And the hen laughs at me and pelts me with an egg.
I run away into a blue meadow. With yellow lizards.
And see a beautiful girl who changes into Eddie Izzard.
I wake with a start and a fast beating heart.
And realise life is hard. And has no reward.
So enjoy your strange dreams. And don’t have nightmares.
Unless it is a horse with a horn. A beautiful white unicorn..
just moments ago, i went online and tapped Google
if some miraculous spell
could be drawn out of thin air
cause (this house husband
feels a bit embarrassed to divulge),
but at present,
the will to live aye cannot bear
cuz after an ample lather of soap and shampoo,
ah pronounced heady effect became immediately clear
where times gone by
(even as late as early January
tooth how sand and eighteen),
the strands clumped, glommed, and matted together
as sieve ma noggin got sat upon by a deer
no matter after shaking head banging fashion
(imagine rock stars of yore
whipping their wild locks) from ear to e'er
butta noah such dizzy inducing antics
resulted in absolutely no fluffiness,
hence my worse fear
(irrational?) yes, an obsession i.e.
thy hirsute outgrowth fixation dated back
tummy boyhood when cranky gear
and defective cogs somehow impacted
preoccupation concerning
every singular follicle fostering hair
strand, but during prepubescence,
this now grown man took a fancy
to this, that, or the other lad,
who sported a style envied yours truly,
hie wished said thatch tubby upon mine
ma lil oblate spheroid,
and pleaded (weathered and in vane)
with fate to make magically ap pear
this, tis minuscule wiggle room
to muster support from rear
guard, hook offer me wiggle room
asthma body electric goes on a manic tear
precious seconds ticking closer
to the final count down where
this mwm might remain bed ridden
for an entire year.
Oh no, that time of year again
when I hear noises in my head
My owner tries to comfort me
snuggling, huddling, nurturing
but I just want the noise to stop
such loudness is so torturing
She plays her music loudly
hoping this will stop my trembling
The only sounds that I can hear
are sounds I am remembering
For I was found on Guy Fawkes night
so many years ago
Tied to a fence with no escape
weak and starving of food and love
As all around me fireworks sounded
noise so frightening feeling hounded
Lighting up the skies with sounds
Bang Crash Crackles
Whizz Whoosh Whistles
Bathed in panic and starved of love
Scared by sounds of a million missiles
Even though the sound’s abating
cannot stop myself from shaking
My lovely owner soothing me
whispering comforting words
As gradually my panting stops
my heartbeat slows right down
For I’ve survived another year
the banging ceased I have no fear
Written for all the dear animals so frightened by the noise of fireworks
2nd November 2018
Contest Choice 10 Personification
Sponsor Brian Strand
1ST PLACE
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bona fide hormonal hankering didst since Adam and Eve a wake
aromatic, balmy, and captivating as effect from drinking sassafras
kin powerful pulsations viz diving rod erect phallus
creating con fusion pro bono er to enter lips engorged mass
Pussy swathed qua tangle of coiled, kinked, and thatched course grass
Willy wonka with vestal virgin hair line gonadal zone **** embarrass
twig and berries rutting, rusticating, routing and romancing intent
to deflower re: piercing hymen
with nary immune to perdition or déclassé
hello kitty edenic tropic of cancer coital compass
emitting pheromones culling asper a bong
clapping banging brass
intractable supremacy reproductive sport
waging whore with contemporary take
verboten fruit sexual pang thrust forward
omnipotent magnetic thirst to slake
unstoppable passions flared unfazed as annals
depict how hot coals feet did rake
despite hollow religious strictures obloquy,
the serum filled genitals did quake
infiltrate historical manifestations, naked humans
prey zing clear or opaque
deities of yesteryear demonstrable
bas relief showers copulation doth make
primal urges imbued *****sapiens
e’er since first man saw lady of the lake
triggering libidinal longing inducing salivation sans love struck drake
multi-tiered mouth watering orgasmic gastronomic carnal cake
Aphrodite spellbinding storied sport thrives inducing heart break
imbuing human guys gals feverish enthralled dizzy catnip behoove ache.
coming down slowly
stop light welcome mat
negativity has no laxatives
minus sign forever constipated
wanna pick you up by making you get down
got some 40s rhythm and blues for you to vibe to
the pending divorce has you wanting to pull out your hair
poetic lefty to the rescue
coming down slowly
yellow light reluctant function
following the light to pure goodness
revived and revitalized thanks to a full eight hours of good sleep
wanna pick you up by making you get down
got some 70s gospel funk for you to get your praise on to with a kick
the longer than expected schooling for you banging your head against the wall
poetic lefty to the rescue
relax your wearied mind
allow me to reintroduce you to that unique smile of yours
i got the caesar salad prepared for you with the bleu cheese dressing that you cravy
i hooked you up with the ice cold bottled water as well
wanna pick you up by making you get down
you tell me to put on some nancy wilson
i catch your drift and the Sweet Spirit Queen's request
I feel your unrehearsed pauses--
the rustle of a blue shirt in leaving
a tangy ache your firm lips make,
holding back cold, collected words.
This rendezvous ... a slow-fire quiver
an ending which has it's own interment;
and outside, night wrestles with time
brittle dew against my eyes, dry mouth
licking an estranged bite that reminds me
of your frivolity . Until sighs
become hollow and stuttering
like a thirst from a weltering breakwall.
So it is with discovery,
the trails of affection are never mine
as I call you grimly,' 0 heart-breaker'
while banging shells litter on the dunes
as this heart shrinks from tangled lies:
There is still much to learn about
young passion... needles upon my chest
losing you from sight like a migrant breeze...
for a woman , fragile at eighteen.
I wanted to be a ballerina with a dump truck.
A pink tutu with frothy petticoats and a red and white dump truck.
If I could not have that,
I wanted to be a newspaper reporter with a loud typewriter
And a red laddered fire truck.
Clanging and banging as I drove to murder scenes.
If I could not have that,
I wanted to be a millionaire with an orphanage and
a home for dogs.
We would have a swimming pool and a movie theater.
If I could not have that,
I wanted to be a race car driver with my own pit crew.
My race car would be magnificent, sponsored by Kellogg.
This dream was my most persistent.
I still drive laps in my sleep, satisfying my inner child
Who refuses to give up this dream.
Been eye banging you for a while now
I got this burning infatuation (and chemistry)
And I’m ruminating on this fantasy
That releases in me the dopamine
Just like an animal in heat
My machinations are charming you
You give me the validation I seek (I seek)
Feeling your touch promotes a pulsing elation
That releases in me the oxytocin
Just like an animal in heat
Chorus
Girl, give me another kiss
A hit of dopamine to feel the bliss (the bliss)
‘Cuz when it comes to you
I’m an animal in heat
Your hex put me in a state of euphoria
A high reward to enhance intense pleasure
I’m gonna ride this wave of excitement
That releases in me the serotonin
Just like an animal in heat
You’re a vixen, meeting all my desires
We attach as our skin makes the connection
We spark in the sheets with rhythmic urges
That releases in me the vasopressin
Just like an animal in heat
Chorus
Girl, give me another kiss
A hit of dopamine to feel the bliss
‘Cuz when it comes to you
I’m an animal in heat
Growing up I always had
Some very special friends
Where we shared in everything
Even our love for Heavy Death Metal Bands
But every time one of us
Pick up an instrument
Whether banging, blowing, or strumming
We never made a lick of sense
That is until we found the jewel
That we all could play
Which turned around our tender lives
And tenderized us all that day
Now we travel the country side
With our own road crew
In a Heavy Death Metal Band
Where we all play Kazoo's
The very first Kazoo's we purchased
Came from the Five & Dime
But were able to throw down for the better stuff
Once our careers all started to climb
Now when we step out into the lights
Taking center stage
It's worth the pain in our vibrating lips
To see adoration on a groupies face
And playing lead Kazoo
Isn't as easy as it looks
You've got to hold your lips just right
To come up with those major hooks
We used to open up for other Metal Bands
Like AC/DC and Metallica
Pretty soon though our style passed them by
Leaving those sissies in top 40 dust
Because next to us they played soft rock
And when your "Axe" is a killer Kazoo
The others stand around dumb founded
With no clue of what to do
Don't get me wrong this rock and roll road
Isn't always paved in gold
Day in and day out in a Kazoo Death Metal Band
Can take away your very soul...