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“The Voice of Your Soul”
Deals were already made before you arrived
A contract was signed, then you were delivered
The journey,
this is what you signed up for
You just don’t remember
Slowly you begin to understand
Through falls and sinking in your own quicksand
There are lessons
There are elementals around you, to you, holding out their hands
Mortal and Immortal, some are found in shadows
Some in Light
They are all there for a purpose
Reflected in your mirrors
Reflections of themselves, who they once were, in your mirrors
You are there for them
They for you
It’s all GIVE and take, take and GIVE
To you, who is free, but remain sitting in your cold cell
you think there is no further place to go
Night of the Dark Soul will confer will tell
In "The Quiet Time"
You will Listen, IT will Tell
At some point you will hear THE voice
To break free, my friend,
You must listen to the voice of your soul
It knows the place and time this must occur
It constantly speaks to you, but you will think you are going crazy
hearing a voice that you will inevitably ignore
At the point of no return
When you believe closed are ALL friendly doors
Listen to the gentle voice of reason
Not the one that growls at you like a cur
Your soul is calling to you
Listen, quiet, can you not hear it?
You are being called
Listen to the gentle voice of reason
Not the one that growls at you like a cur
Your soul is there for you, it is there, to save you from "THE" fall
It will not let you fall
It’s mission and purpose is to solely bring you through
to the most important door, The Door to You
Listen to the gentle voice of reason
Not the one that growls at you like a cur
The gentle voice of reason, will bring you HOME to ALL you Love.
Belief and trust required, it will not let you further fall
Listen to the voice of your soul
It will bring you Home to You,
everything and everyone you
LOVE
Listen,
Here is the Open Door
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
gvlm-xxxx
https://youtu.be/ProvVFrF6b8
“AIR"/Hiroshi Yoshimura
“BELIEVE”
"TRUST"
"LISTEN"
“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
'Twas pain that taught my heart to bleed
for sorrows of another...
then kept my deepest heartfelt needs
in silence to serve a buffer
For in the cutting vein of love
I saw a darkness unto death
with eyes of a child had seen enough
true love must stand the test
Such is the pain too grievous to mourn
speaking secrets craved by the heart
to give another the power with which
to tear your soul apart
I've known the anguish of abandonment
and fled inflictions sting
I have faced the tyrants cruel mismanagement
yet held my soul with wings
Of all the wisdom borne by age
no greater truth can be gave
the soul is filled in the passing of days
In the gaze of passions eyes and a lovers display
So brash can be those memories scorned
but fade they will like pages torn
Tis a hand un-held, a tear un-brushed
hearts crushed when the unspoken's not enough
Let slip not away the music-less dance
the kisses that tremor ones breath
miss not the chance for that touch of romance
what weight hath love unexpressed?
No, it's not the passing wounds
those flukes which plague ones journey
that leave devout all faith renounced
and deem sweet love unworthy
Perhaps the greatest fear is that
O're years in friendships tit for tat
passed will be what faith once lacked
and find such love not looking back
In the blink of an eye the magic could subside
to pang with hunger for the love of your life
to know from hurt you cannot hide
to trust is more than you realize
So if I've tested the depths of devotion
what storms your sails could bear
'twas solely because my love is only
of any value unless it is shared
Planned were not the trials endured
yet it's what it took for my heart to ensure
that love will bravely stand the test of time
stronger than chance, more made by design
And so to you I give in kind
holding out for the dreams, in my heart, in my mind
to trust at some blessed point will find
That breathless kiss will dance on the lips
which linger between yours and mine.
A love outlasting infinity
stumbling into guarded arms
the simplest picture of serendipity
by a childish wish on a sky full of stars
One by one those behind the catchphrase
"An end to discrimination"
Took away freedom of association,
Freedom of choice,
The freedom to form groups with any rules that,
Might seem to exclude anyone at all,
Including the totally boring or the repetitive prankster.
Club after club were forced to give up on all their traditional ways,
Until there was only one club left holding out on
Their long held beliefs and traditions.
The one club,
That was prepared to challenge those who would,
Shut them down,
This oh so cozy little group,
Who were proud of their exclusiveness.
Wise heads within the club met with those who would shut them down,
To point out that they allowed women in the club,
They allowed men in the club,
They allowed people of every political persuasion in the club,
They allowed people who were bald in the club,
Those who were short and those who were tall were welcome in the club
People of every color and nationality and sexuality could join,
But the rule to be on a waiting list would stand.
The answer came back in a letter,
Stating that the rule was discriminatory,
And they were given 10 days to comply,
Or be disbanded.
Came the last day to change their mind,
Their ranks remaining unbroken,
Their resolve unquestioned,
Everyone feeling they had earned the right to be there.
They would not budge,
The ruling they would defy,
They would fight to the end,
One and all.
And they did.
They did them selves proud,
They battled for three long weeks,
Using anything and everything at hand,
And when about to be overwhelmed,
They used their weapon of last resort,
Their dreaded stink bomb,
So, those who were the eldest,
Could escape and start another exclusive club,
And this time people would have to wait,
Until they were over seventy to join.
Word of this development got back to the authorities,
An emergency meeting was called,
And an amendment was proposed by those present,
Who were in their fifties,
To re-establish the over sixties club,
With the waiting period allowed.
They could keep their moto "age has its privileges"
And everybody lived happily ever after.
I wonder what you think of me, I wonder what you see.
I know you don’t see my authentic self, I know you don’t see me.
Do you see this wall I built for you?
I made it on my own.
It started with simple doubts and lies.
Can you see how tall it’s grown?
I turn away from friends and loves,
I deserve to be alone.
Who wants this broken person?
Whose holes need to be sown?
I tried to paint these walls for you,
I put your picture in a frame.
But doing so I lost myself,
I don’t even know my name.
I tried to decorate my past,
So you really couldn’t see…
All the things I did to you.
All the things I did to me.
I ask for your forgiveness, changed I say I’ll be.
But can I really do this?
I’m fooling no one but me!
I say I’ll rise above this, I say I’ve changed my ways.
I’m waiting for you to believe me,
I’m counting down the days.
Will you ever really look at me and really see my pain?
I have nothing left to lose and a whole person left to gain.
They say that at the bottom, they’ll be a light from up above.
I hope it will embrace me, I hope I will feel love.
Will you ever learn to trust me?
My lies were great I know.
I’ve done nothing but deceive you,
I’ve never been so low.
I’m asking for a second chance,
Well by now it’s three or four.
I’m breaking down this wall I built; I’m tearing down this door.
I’m opening up my soul to you; I’m laying it on the line.
I’m asking you to look inside this HELL I would call mine.
I’m holding out my hand to you, this gamble I will take.
If you take this walk with me, this promise I will make…
I’ll be the friend you’re looking for, so true to you I’ll be.
I know I have a lot to prove, Just please believe in me.
I’m looking in the mirror,
This face I think I know.
I think I met her once before,
Wherever did she go?
It’s good to see her smile again; her laugh is good to hear.
It’s good to know a friend like her, has always been this near.
I say I sought my soul today, but my soul I could not see.
So I sought my “higher power”
And that too eluded me.
But when I sought a friend like you,
Somehow I found all three.
What a year – Tim was just a little boy of 25 – naïve and
Lost in ‘innocence’ a critical time bomb waiting to happen
Blue-eyed he listened to Nena’s 99 Red Balloons flying high
While Band Aid wondered whether They Know it’s Christmas
Sticking plaster for an ignorant conscience
Plasters cast for broken souls and hunger
Summer Olympics in Los Angeles the world disunited
As the Soviet Union boycotted the Festival of Youth
Hollywood and Universal Studios Footloose competed
With The Killing Fields for consumption and Oscars
Dancing in full view of the Apocalypse
Khmer Rouge and Holding Out for a Hero
Miner’s Strike in Great Britain with Margaret Thatcher’s
Heavy handbag crushing legitimate opposition’s pickets
Reagan became ‘acting’ president and Space Shuttle discovered
That we have only have one lonely planet so we must muck it up
Cold War awaited nuclear freeze and
Hiroshima was declared a minor aberration
Metallica roared Blitzkrieg inferno and Armageddon
Iraq fought Iran and guess who was supporting whom
The US supplied Saddam Hussein with poison gas while
In Afghanistan they supported Taliban and Mujahedeen
‘The enemy of our foe is our good friend’
Coalitions must change freely in axes of evil
George Orwell comes to mind with Eurasia Oceania and
Eastasia altering alliances but then history must be forbidden
It can mislead young minds and wars have to be waged
For the sake of gory glory and self-righteous delight
Who reads books anyway and why and for what
They might seduce us to hail love and compassion
In 1984 Tim longed for flowers in hair scribbled Peace signs
On flare bottom jeans 20 years past The Sound of Silence
Had not mustered the courage yet to challenge the inevitable
Collusion of his inactivity with happy murder for money and oil
Slowly though he finds his belligerent voice and
Concludes that the 80’s offer more than nostalgia
She senses before she sees
The manicured nails - the elegant fingers
Holding out the hundred dollar bills - enticingly - so temptingly
A generous nights takings of busking here
In one proffered hand
She grabs at it petrified it might be an illusion
Evaporating in a puff of smoke
Fingers hold it back, teasingly
Compelling eye contact
She looks up sceptically
Dark eyes meet her aqua blues, sparking a sort of affinity
‘Eyes are the window of one’s soul’- so it is said in all sincerity
But the magnetic dark eyes of her enticer are fathomless in their intensity
His type she has encountered before - money for favours
Well she is no novice - a living after all - a girl has to make
And his generous offer rivals his devilish good looks
But she senses a darkness favouring the energy emanating
A cold shiver runs through her veins like someone just walked on her grave
Fear ripples down her spine akin to a stroking finger chilled in ice
The spell he casts foreboding
The calmness of the night has taken flight
In its haste to set the macabre scene
Mesmerising are the eyes that bore into hers
Projected thoughts furtively slip into her mind
Infiltrating it like a slithery snake
Bringing with it forbidden thoughts of desire
She falls into the inky black abyss
Succumbing to heady dark passionate conceptualization
However the chilling message is coherent
This is not a mere opportunistic one night stand
That he desires
This is more - so much more
This is taboo concupiscence unleashed
This is her life in exchange for what?
Her life for immortality?
Surely not!
Yet his eyes eloquently convey it all
The hunger so unconcealed - so transparently flagrant
To yield to darkness
Satisfying his appetite for
Death of a different nature?
Obliteration of life as she knows it to be
Tenebrous Immortality in exchange for her blood
A prelude to his finale of taking her soul
And then a metamorphosis
From Prey to Predator
Video clip -
Like a Vampire- Catrien Maxwell
Once upon a mountaintop a she-monster named Mazy
was searching for a man.
She wanted a young, honest alien man. Not a nutty old
tooth-jagged Monster like Bill or Dan.
We were horrified. Inner-galaxy dating was ridiculous.
It did not work, and was crazy.
Bill and Dan had already trained lots of wives,
and if anyone needed wife-training, it was Mazy.
She was an odd duck, always reading a book,
studying biographies, and learning crazy new things.
No Monster Man wants a smart wife; they all want an un-learned one
Who will let them be overbearing kings.
They want to be able to order them up and down, here and there,
Women who are non-subversively.
They want women who will submit to their will,
Think they are smart, and revere them unmercifully.
Mazy had been terribly spoiled. She had been allowed to paint,
and laugh, and sing, or hug a tree.
Worst of all, she was reading Encyclopedias, was working on her Teacher Training PhD.
All she should be taught to do is clean the cave out for her husband and bring his dinner on time,
This other junk, she would never use was an absolute total waste of energy sublime.
Mazy at 23 was not getting any younger -way too happy and pretty for her own “good”.
“She is certifiable,” the jealous ones said. “She will die a horrible death, alone, as a spinster should.
She was holding out for an alien man she had danced with on Venus in many of her terrific dreams.
He came down in his spaceship on a Thursday, and
Whisked Mazy away to where her visions had always dream-seen.
Leaving earth planet, some of us heard Alien Zeke tell her, “You may learn as much as you want now.”
What insane sorcery is this? That is crazy talk, right? We petitioned her to come back and bow.
We wanted her to choose Monster Bill or Dan and stop learning a new language every single week.
But for some odd reason, she stayed away, in the arms of her progressive alien man named Zeke.
Written Jan 25, 2019 Contest: A Fairy Tale For Children
Sponsor: Eve Roper
I ran away from home under sun drenched skies,
Now, I am walking in a snow storm- freezing;
My parents are mean so I broke all ties.
I pass Christmas decorated windows- sneezing,
I am only fifteen and all alone in the world;
Now- I am walking in a snow storm freezing.
I hug my thin coat as the winter wind whirls,
Then, I see people entering a church brightly lit;
I am only fifteen- and all alone in the world.
I go inside and hide, I'll just stay for a bit,
Behind a beautiful Virgin Mary statue I curl up;
Then- I see people entering a church brightly lit.
Most days I stand holding out a begging cup,
Enough quarters and I can have Macdonalds;
Behind a beautiful Virgin Mary statue I curl up.
Most days I stand holding a begging cup
I ran away from home under sun drenched skies;
Enough quarters and I can have Macdonalds,
My parents are mean so I broke all ties.
~~
It is warm and cozy and soon I fall asleep,
And I dream of another Christmas a year ago;
Were they really that mean to me? No, I weep.
Delicious food, singing, and a tree all aglow,
I've met lots of homeless people on the street;
And I dream of another Christmas a year ago.
Some people are evil and some treat me sweet,
I met a man and he said I could make money;
I've met lots of homeless people on the street.
You're so young- and men will love you honey,
I ran because I did not like his wicked smiling;
I met a man and he said I could make money.
The choir and praying is dim and I am sleeping,
And as I sleep my young life flies up to heaven;
I ran because I did not like his wicked smiling,
The janitor finds me when he is sweeping,
It is warm and cozy and I soon fall asleep;
And as I sleep my young life flies up to heaven,
Were they really that mean to me- no I weep.
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October 26, 2016
Terzanelle x 2
my dancer in the flames you think your gone but your memories i retain. Lingering in my finger tips your sweet soul is still ever kissed awake and ok. Safe and Ok. I would still do anything to see you ok. We dreamed this nightmare together we can dance out of it the same. looking into me I still see the one i gave my all to. In my arms are safety in this dance is your regeneration of what you feel is a hopeless situation. Forgiveness in waterfalls of tears is all i have to my name. Regret i didnt fight the tormentors that came and got you with something more that i didnt keep on in some way i didnt see when i had nothing left I should have died before giving you away. I remember your smile and my friend i dont remember the terror, Its you I remember, My dear friend its you I remember. No pride in this dance just a dance of final flames seeking your soul to save, I feel your in danger and terror not far from your forever. I seek to stretch a pedal to you to remind you who you are. I pick you up even as withered and hopeless you think you are. Im still here for you. I still care about you. lies and all I dont care I still cry for you. Not for my loss but for you. Do those necromancers you call friends ever shed a tear for your pain? Look around you they are destroying you and when your gone they will celebrate a victory of evil insane. My friend it doesnt have to be that way. look again im still here holding out a hand in these flames.your not alone you just forgot the ones that know your true name, drank a poison that made you forget what it was like to see clearly and feel ok. when they rapped you they stole so much so fast you lost sight in the whirlwind. Im still here with you im still your angel just one word away. Take this dance before they take your life away. I was never your enemy its a illusion evil made. please take my hand sweetheart it will be ok.