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through the glass on the other side,
lays a girl on a grassy foundation,
flowers blooming, leafs opening,
her hair was flowing,
the wind was blowing,
the desire was growing,
she lays waiting for knowledge,
she was forbidden to leave,
for she kept waiting,
kept wanting,
kept loving,
kept caring,
her heart kept beating,
with the sound of he's voice.
with the image of he's face,
with the memory of he's touch,
he's hands knowledge hers,
has he came close,
he touched her chest,
and filled her heart with undying love,
a love so pure it can mend a heart
,
baby you took my heart,
my breath,
my thoughts,
you just wanted to share your love,
your heart is an open source software,
that I vow to protect,
even if it means,
I give up my heart,
so you never lose yours,
I believe that love is a healer,
because you heard my tears,
has they fell filled with pain,
you heard the break of my heart,
has he tore it apart,
you lied next to me,
you vowed to me,
your love was only for me,
the Angel of Destiny.
you called me by,
for Destiny drove us together,
now she destroying your life,
she dramatically drained your life source,
she fills you with stress,
she haunts you by her pass,
she is talented,
but lowers herself because everyone tells her to give up and forget,
your talent is suddenly boring,
they all called,
slowly they destroy her talent,
without it she is no one,
just another liming,
she wants to be unique,
but to you she's limited edition.
written by Davina browne
some time last year 2014
grey clouds flooded my vision,
the darkness stayed lining the walls to my sorrow soul,
never felt as those I belonged in this world but only to exist, in my troubled mind.
I suspected that this was really it,
the endless supply of coldness to my heart,
to never feel the rumble of a beat.
to never again experience that breath taking moment,
until one day my grey clouds where parted,
the glory of the most amazing uncommon very beautiful sun shined through.
my darkness visited from time to time,
but never stayed for long,
with him I no longer feel has those I don't belong,
because when I'm in his arms,
I know where I belong.
he's smile brightens my world,
his breath supplies warmth to my heart,
I finally felt the rumble again.
the moment my eyes took in his beauty,
and I remember being breathless again,
every moment we spend together are breathless,
I love him more then I did before.
written by Davina browne
1/03/15
Through out my life,
I never resented what you did,
You took away the people who laid in pain,
Who was dying, who couldn't wait,
To see the Pearly gates,
I never resented what you did,
All my life events know matter how bad,
I over came, I survived the shame,
I stood with pride, with strength,
And with you in mind,
Until the day my faith in you died,
I laid in the hospital,
Empty stomach,
My daughter was born alive,
But I knew I was losing the battle,
For her to stay by my side,
I beg to you god,
But no answer did I receive,
Just a message from the medical team,
Sorry miss browne,
But there's nothing we can do,
Your daughter is brain died,
But how can this be,
Your daughter was starved of oxygen for 19 minutes,
I was shocked Lord,
I pleaded Lord please take my womb,
Please lay upon me a miracle,
But a mother's plead,
A mother's prayer,
Was not answered,
I guess this was just another life event,
That I should over come,
But Lord the death of a child,
Can not be over come,
I shouted to you,
But I guess this was the path you chosen,
The path of Ultimate pain,
The path of forever letting my eyes tear,
The path where everyone forgets she was here,
She was here for 10 hours,
10 hours my little warrior she did forth,
But Lord did you not realise,
That love can not die,
me and my daughter,
We are connected to,
A unbilcord only we feel,
And no one can cut it,
Forever connected,
For eternally,
cross roads are there for you to take, which one you going to chose.
one is a flowery field,
one is a dry desert,
you willing to go the easy way,
or will you go the hard way,
The easy way is fully written,
your life has already been planned out,
you face nothing but happiness,
The hard way is unwritten,
you choose what it will hold,
you can live each day has it comes,
or live each day like it's your last,
the choice is yours, so think about it,
YOU willing to have someone to tell you how to live your life,
because you only got one,
so make it right,
even if you have to fight,
to figure it out,
the best possible place to start,
is look and see what's in your heart,
if your stomach is strong enough,
face the desert and survive, life is full of ups and downs,
but if you have the strength, never lose your will,
never give up hope,
because hope will find you,
be it in the sky or the rivers flowing by,
you will find your faith,
when you begin to feel the weight of the world on your shoulders,
shake it off,
because you should not carry the burden of your pass,
because that's it,
it's your pass,
don't bring it to your future,
your future holds new hopes,
New dreams,
New happiness,
New love,
New Faith,
New family,
your new forever,
happiness will not find you,
you need to get off your butt,
kick who ever brings you down that's it kick them to the ground,
stand tall never hind away,
be the person you are today,
she/he is beautiful inside and out,
you just don't know it,
until you see it,
so those are my wise words to you,
I never knew it,
until I saw it deep inside my soul,
I let go of those who held me down,
I did kick them to the ground.
I hope this brings some kind of knowledge,
for some of you.
written by Davina browne
sometime last year 2014
Form:
It’s National Mental Health Awareness Week
and I’m finding new resources to help
me
help me
help
me again and pretend there is hope until there is
hope all who suffer find some peace
and mind that can settle
enough to remember
joy and grace.
and I’m using my trusty computer and low and behold like magic
my mind conjures my brothers who I’ve been missing…
they live so far away and when I’m convinced I am all alone with no hope
I want their company, want some family ya know.
And so an email pops up from my brother
with a link to an old song coming up new from Jackson Browne
and I’m thrown into the past… and how touched I was with his lyrics and music….
I was hopelessly scared and drunk all the time
and one day I locked myself in the bathroom, laid on the tiles
that were heated copper, naked and listening to Jackson Browne.
I knew he knew and I wanted to talk to him
and I found his phone number and I called him
on my old funky phone that reached all the way to the bathroom, 837-2400….
he was there but I chickened out and hung up,
passed out on the hot tiles
and woke to the wind rattling the window
and noise from down the hall coming from the family room….
the big room, the belly, the heaven and hell
where this family dwelled in love and pain and confusion….
ribs, lungs, wooden beams heaved with thunder, rain and we held steady…
none of us were ready to be
Thrown out into our lives. Thirsty.
Single for life
Alone I stride in life contented and glad,
No need of love, for it can make one sad
Just me and my mind, never divided we two
Free from worries, that come with being wooed.
False peace and joy in possessions gleaned,
A lonely life brings the chance to dream
Friends come and go, but I am unchanged,
My friends would never try to rearrange.
No angst from arguments, no flaring of the heart,
A life free of love, into that I take a start
Just me and my cat, we take to my bed of flowers,
No angst to cloud my hours.
Lasting friendship with no fear of betrayal,
That’s the life I’ve elected and never can fail
I’ve picked a life of single pleasure and content,
The chance of love I’m never meant.
Written on a lonely night 1/11/23 by Davina Browne
Screaming inside myself,
I no longer want to deal with the pain,
I have forgotten who I am,
What was my purposs on this earth,
Was it to live a life time of pain, shame,
I'm screaming in the dark,
Has my life falls apart,
Screaming at myself,
For I wasn't strong enough,
To stay on my life's path,
My refection Is looking back at me,
Who is she, I don't remember,
I no longer see the happiness in her eyes,
I only see the tears she cries,
She sad and broken down,
I'm screaming in the dark,
Has my life falls apart,
Screaming at myself,
For I wasn't strong enough,
To stay on my life's path,
I have locked my self away,
Away from all the pain,
My eyes show no life,
All my hopes vanish in the dark,
All my dreams disabled by the dark.
I'm screaming in the dark,
Has my life falls apart,
Screaming at myself,
For I wasn't strong enough,
To stay on my life's path,
Written by Davina Browne
27/01/15
Thank you, Jackson Browne,
and somehow "I get the joy
of rediscovering you"
Thank you, Journey,
and I am 'Faithfully'
learning the lines
of the highways of life
"Wheels go round and round
in my mind"
I will "sleep alone
tonight"
this poem of various songs
will not translate
to tangible meaning for you
the men I love
stopped listening
to my poems and songs
I did and didn't write
but continue to dance to
in silk skirts from consignment
stores that make me feel
like a success story
or an extra in a movie
I have quarters to my name,
cheap jokes and receipts
J.B invited me
to "stay, just a little bit longer"
and my "mother don't mind,
and the union don't mind"
and "please, please, please
say you will"
I have half an hour
to be self-indulgent,
and romantic
How long do you have
to play?
"The Repeat of Fate"
Deep buried in a dead forest
I hadn’t heard of before,
Wycoller lies in ruins, barren
no trees nor foliage remain,
no tenant can be found,
but here I am
like a ghost glued
fast as a succubus to its walls
rain like poetry falls hard
the wind stinging the loveless hymn’s
continuous tin-hitting torrent to breathe
and it fills its chanting monkish boned gutters
with pages of leaves, rivulets cascade
burning like copper-coloured tears
like rusty blood the signature stains
down and over and through
its windows’ broken panes
pink-eyed writing stories, still life,
falling like laced crimson snowflakes
melting to sleet the messy sludge
sliding down its unchaste whitewashed sides
to be scraped away the scarlet lye
and underneath the nails that pierce
the sharp words tightly furled
like Rochester waits
torn on his wuthering
cliffs of heath;
which one am I?
which word?
which name?
the repeat of fate?
Unsaved by the Wildfell grace,
a small but loud device
runs with its unthinking heartless mouth.
On Pendle
a daughter seals her
mother’s fate;
too soon
it is opened,
the closed Malkin gate
Candide Diderot. ‘25
“Jennet Device, Daughter of Elizabeth Device, late wife of John Device, of the Forrest of Pendle aforesaid widow, confesseth and saith, that her said mother is a witch, and that this shee knoweth to be true; for, that shee had seens her spirit sundrie times come unto her said mother in her owne house, called Malking-Tower, in the likenesse of a browne dogge, which shee called Ball; and at one time amongst others, the said Ball did aske this examinates mother what she would have him to doe; and this examinates mother answered, that she would have the said Ball to helpe her to kill John Robinson of Barley, alias Swyer: by helpe of which said Ball, the said swyer was killed by witch-craft accordingly; and that this examinates mother continued a witch for these three or foure yeares last past.”
lye/lie.
"50 Words for Poe: Rouge"
Rouge, sweet stains
the bleeding mouth of the brain
Green poison from
the tongue of envy a postal note from Hell
Rouge makes a bed
with an enemy
Knife slices the insipid pale
in the bucket lies Hell's abysmal fail
Rouge, dances in 3 inch sharp knives
Rouge, slices lips and rips through black the widower's widow's veils
Rouge Stilettos 'round a slick Rouge Rue Pole
Slices through a dullard’s mind, eats it like Hot Creole
Diamond eyes smiles
Dark Vermillion gives a deep twist
There’s the knife
She’s wearing the cache
a glistening string of rare pearls
Silver Lady on the Open Road
purrs
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
(Notes on Murder Methodology from the Infernal Dante Dungeon)
https://youtu.be/jXVADFT6m1g
LOW/Candy Girl
"What songs the Syrens sang, or what name Achilles assumed when he hid himself among women, although puzzling questions are not beyond all conjecture."
– Sir Thomas Browne, "Urn-Burial"
“You can’t train a monkey new tricks, inevitably bare feet runs the wild in the beast’s blood” Anonymous
“Perdidit antiquum litera prima sonum”
1. Cache
2. Rue
3. Rouge
4. Ratiocination