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Within

“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)
ljb-llb-gvlm
ljb-klb-mlb
jk-ak-iob-tob




“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

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..

Argh I Suffer the Plight of Bad Hair Year In One Day

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.

Bang Crash Crackles

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

Valentine Matte

Countless generations lapsed since height of Greco-Roman mythology conceived, birthed and populated vast canopy of sky and expanse of terrestrial firmament, whereat obeisant propinquity quintessentially remains stalwart this day and age as guise dolls dote demonstrably come Valentine’s Day, when Cupid plucked from the quiver, notched in bowstring and launched Eros tinged arrow induces love struck swain to swoon upon a lassie fair, whence fecund female feast proliferates progeny.
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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

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
© Marty King  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Heartbroken By Young Love --POTD

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.

Premium Member I Wanted To Be

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.

Premium Member Animal in Heat

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

Death Metal Kazoo

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...

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