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With presence animated, thoughts at rest,
we are then both the wave and the ocean,
viewing myriad dream forms manifest,
heart tranquil in midst of life’s commotion.
Forged from the elements borrowed from earth,
held in an open cage of space and time,
we as a divine spark, have taken birth,
to feel each rapture spasm of bliss beat’s chime.
Poised in the knowing that is free from doubt,
we find now no value in the trance state,
distanced from source, where ego cravings grout,
feeling helpless as a plaything of fate.
Karma may have dissolved but life rolls on ~
Threads that once tethered us are almost shorn
Threads that once tethered us are almost shorn,
which is to say completion yet awaits,
so with each life breath as we are reborn,
the bar is raised to enter heaven’s gates.
There are no goalposts yet horizons shift,
as it appears owing to parallax,
in life’s maze we yet find ourself adrift,
knowing not why the moon does wane and wax.
Epiphanies dawn comforting our soul,
where truth absolute is instantly known,
so we plod on playing our ordained role,
silence and stillness, the way we atone.
Likening earth life to be but a dream ~
We know deep down things are not what they seem
We know deep down things are not what they seem
and that we are spirit, not body-mind,
so we let fears that haunt us let off steam,
nonchalance making them loosen their bind.
Tempests of ignorance in time are quelled,
without any doing done on our part,
save recognising God’s name we misspelled,
for all our one and no soul stands apart.
Consciousness expands, engulfing the all
and we become God’s breath, breathing all forms,
where standing tall, in stillness we recall,
illusionary are imagined storms.
The truth is known when ego is undressed ~
With presence animated, thoughts at rest
Horatio Hornblower adored her,
from the first time he saw her.
her hair all amiss.
tatterdemalion jeans
kissed her, before his lips touched hers.
the nose ring would adorn her
before his diamond would cruise
aboard Cara Caraneena’s finger.
She loved the gray in his beard,
so like a poetic captain of yesteryear,
and the twang of his Southern tongue,
like a silver bell. His face like an etch-a-sketch
she never wanted to erase one year,
for his character drew her in, unlike
the young boys who tweeted and texted
acronyms, no finesse. And those hands,
master of the art of writing love poems.
She wrote to him:
O gray, trapped in a cage,
but for the tamer,
jump through the hoop,
meet me at the lover’s table.
He wrote back:
How lovely the lines,
your fingers slender,
touch mine, with
yours forever.
Together they wrote. Forever
they could not apprehend,
but two pairs of eyes
glistened through time.
Cloistered in their palace,
the old-fashioned carnation
and the wild daisy portrayed
flamboyantly upon a timeless canvas.
The murmurers and whisperers, reside
outside the pearly gates,
with puckered lips
just kids and old goats,
painted
with bitter-green faces.
I'm de-boned, on my back, sun-dazed,
green water slipping under ribs.
I circle a mandala of light behind my eyes.
Pals slip through rings of sparkling sunshine.
Pale limbs dive through slowly spinning water
while time sloshes back and forth.
A skinny black girl, her torso submerged,
long neck holding her head up
like a swimming Anhinga.
A chubby white boy gulping the sky
as he doggy-paddles around me.
My body feels tugged by cosmic sluice gates.
I could tell the girl how wonderful she is
but my skull is an open hatch.
I could befriend the boy for life,
but we inhabit rival schools in a ferocious town,
and my skull is an open hatch,
For years they were reflections in my eye,
now my mind struggles to float there -
it sinks too deep in a far distant pond.
i guess it depends on the resonance the amplification
when i sang in the bedroom my father shrieked
put a sock in it and i remember reaching for
the pants drawer to find a pair, but i once did
turn away carol singers, but only after they'd
finished their warbling did i thank them and
slam it in their faces, i once called my
mother's friend, feigning to be the fire
brigade, and was aghast when she answered
i told her we were probing into fire alarms
the selling of them, if she was interested
at the school gates, she enumerated the
anecdote to my mother, who glared down
at me as i felt my face go ruby, but no matter
because i didn't succeed in selling a fire alarm
or selling anything, but my mother looked
perturbed when i waved and addressed the
postman, as he actually wasn't our postman
but his route took him to an aligned location
and it stopped just at our street, but no matter
because it would be the socialist workers party
at our door next, asking for subs and my dad
hit the roof, but amends was made when i
returned home without my mother's knowledge
surprised her as she began to weep behind the glass
our parents, all paths lead back to them
The moon is full, the stars illuminating
While together you and I lay contemplating
We stroll, hand in hand, dance in romance
Giving love a second glance
And yet a third and a fourth, giving nothing to chance
So meditate on this time, meditate on this place
Waiting not for my heart and thine, to meet face to face
Waiting not to view your shine, waiting not to feel your glow
As we flow to the soul’s song, sweet and slow
The groove, subtly mellow
Waltz to the heart’s beat
Pulses racing one another, yours feeling defeat
Heavenly constellations, bless us with their beauty
Rain their love upon us, especially upon she
Though she needs it not
Her beauty extraordinary
Her mind and body, a holy sanctuary
Verily, verily I proclaim to thee
What a magnitude my passions have grown to be
At this midnight promenade, for all to see
Wanting you to explore me, travel through my pearly gates
Still, my love grows for you madam, as your chariot awaits
"Rabbits"
down the rabbit hole
we go
looking
for what, we are yet
to find and fully know
love leads us through
we look back for a little while
we observe shadow’s sad reflections
calling out to us
in the setting sun
we turn away, face forward,
we've just begun
we are at the intersection
and the Pooka
whispers -
"there’s no place like home"
"there's no place like home"
"there's no place like home"
time pulls us in, it runs
like a rabbit, fast
that ridiculous rabbit runs
breeds
urgency
a trite necessity
we’ve now opened emerald gates
our journey rumbles us
into the bejewelled jungle
familiars give us trouble
we fall in love fast
we bleed and stumble
we get up again
along the road
we grow,
we try for a while
to be sensible,
we try to be humble
humour winks,
and warns
invisible
rabbits
are trouble
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
"Alice"/ Gaga
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"911/Gaga"
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LYRICS, "911", Gaga
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People create in all kinds of ways
Like other animals do
And in uniquely human ways.
And when we uniquely create
We open up
And the Universe opens too.
And between the two magic transpires.
Creation takes all shapes and forms
From single cells to complex structures
That can span millennia.
But when gates are open
And creation really flows
The bounds of time and space
Logic and reason
Are transcended
As if they are only figments
Of limited imagination.
And in transcendence
When the illusions of self and other
Have fallen away
As if they have never existed
What is left but play?
At play in the fields of the Lord
You may say
If there was a you
Left to form such an absurd thought. For
No self and no other needs and
Leaves no room for even a Lord
And its fields for play.
In the great unknown we are reminded
Knowing we are neither,
Both or other.
(8/30/26)
On the third level, the revelry had ceased,
there was a great peace,
here, in the communal gardens,
a calm, joyousness descending,
a few people already resting,
on the grass, they lay,
the Tigress,
here to meet the Dark Man.
such quiet solitude touched her,
the gardens, good for the soul,
all the songs of glory,
they reached this place of respite,
many started to leave the gardens,
walking down to level two,
most singing came from that vicinity,
the joy went on.
On the fourth level, almost silence,
very few voices could be heard,
the dwellers here, now at work,
they worked within the golden palace,
A few children were singing,
they did sing the old tales with gusto,
High pitched voices, almost lost upon the breeze that blew.
A few children were on the street,
dancing to the song being sung,
their laughter, a balm to the heart,
it was a joy to hear,
Alahsar, alive with gaiety, joy and love,
hearts were truly singing,
would that every heart would ever sing.
The golden palace,
atop the mountain,
awash with light,
The softer songs of Alahsar,
they come from deep within,
within each room,
rge sumptuous splendour of priceless jewels,
All but a few are happy within,
they all await the guest of honour.
Outside, the storm reaches its zenith,
the mother of darkness sings,
soon, from the heart of the storm,
the Dark Man and Turvehr come,
Many watch the sky,
alive with thunderous terror,
soon he would come,
The storm alive now,
the thunder booms,
the lightning flashes.
Once more, the mists of time fall over Alahsar,
once more I must have my horn charged,
the mead shall soothe the dry throat,
in bardic, melodic voice, the song shall sing again.
Soon we shall return to golden Alahsar,
the city of dream,
the words of elder songs,
they shall sing out in power and glory,
kike running waters the words shall flow,
painting their visions of wonder,
the glory of Alahsar shall live again,
your Bard giving life to antiquity's song.
To Be Continued..........
The fever comes upon the mortal
Through it he seeks his mind to see
What lies behind the hidden portal
Behind the scenes of his reality
He sees forces that furiously unravel
Upon the souls of the flesh and blood
They seek the despair, the power, the emotion
To discovery the new in their immortal now
They sense his eyes looking at them
His consciousness swimming in their unknown
They look back, with a desire for pestilence
Troubled as he is, afraid he now becomes
Rotten his reality, begging for the something
To the few that notice .. his futility on the streets
He craves for his status, his power and his money
The things that depraved him of his soul
Yet nobody looks, nobody hears and no one understands
The earth has closed his gates to his mouldered soul
Trapped between the world of vision and the world of now
His mind starts planning his devious return
Sleep so deep it never ends
envelope me
Wrap me in your dark arms
give me your lovers kiss
Remove me from this house of distorted images
let me sink into your softness
There will be no one left to disappoint
not even myself
I wonder
will you keep your promises?
Are you my inevitable companion?
Does my path lead to your boudoir?
Will you betray me?
I fear I will be brought to the gates of hell
by you who masquerades as my lover
I hold myself back
for a little while longer
allowing myself to be lifted
I seek light instead
Feeling warmth on my face
It renews my strength
Laughter bubbes from a place long forgotten
My desire to disappear fades
Listen to me singing
Yesterday is not today
I am still me and yet I am far from the same
I now wish to reside in the light
You no longer have the power to seduce me
for we were never meant to be lovers