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"Christmas"
I’ll stay with you
towards Christmas
those 12 days
and beyond
a strange few days
we meet in the nether
and hold on ...
like there’s no tomorrow
while the gryphons
try to work out
which side their
mind and body is on
12 days
gifting partridges
their pairs in trees
hidden in the myst
Christmas is
as Christmas does
its extremes and sublimities,
its oh so ... immaculate mess
I’ll stay with you
towards Christmas
those 12 days
and beyond
rocky road
devoured
and trifles
expunged
cherry ripened
cheery
hearts
are us
I’ll stay with you
towards Christmas
those 12 days
and beyond
‘cause,
Poetry
is
Us
isn't it
magic?
'cause
Poetry
is
Us?
Love
to you
wherever you are
never alone
my beautiful one,
there is no ugly
here today in my
heart -
for you
at Christmas,
alone
Love to you,
'cause
Poetry is Us
I’ll stay with you
towards Christmas
those 12 days
and beyond ...
'cause
Poetry is Us
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
at Christmas, 2023
I, am a single drop of blood
that swoons to your eye.
Eye, can revisit why.
I am the Memory of every Departure.
I am born of Emotion and Dreams in brood.
Treasure's Dragon and rider thereof.
Adventure, myst-understood.
I am the Long Eternal wake awake
and I will always be here.
Recapturing your heart with claws to tract ture.
From beyond the Black, I wait.
I am your true love.
The Picture Perfect glove,
finger, gem-and aperture.
I am your past and your future,
path and destination.
I am the way back.
I am Eden.
The Canvas of Hide in Pregnancy spotting
exploits to encircle, vocation.
The Beginnings, in my Prefecture.
An Eye of the again against replication,
O Love's cloning fracture.
a blacks cats tale
Slinking...
Down dark Alleyways...
Black cats hunt.
A full moon glows pale..
And races with the wind.
As clouds drift by.
A cackling call of laughter is heard...
Breaking the night.
jack O' Lanterns burn Bright.
Swaying in the shifting winds.
Around the bend comes
Monsters and such.
Scary and cute...
Wanting...Treats, willing to Trick!
Hickory spices the Air...
Brown, Gold, RED dead leaves twirl
in the breeze myst twirl, swirl, spirits whirl
Skeletons dance to Nights rhythms Mythic trance.
Deities unknown roam the earth
From broken Crypts.
The ancient eternal infernal ...
unseen...alien, alone
abound to eons old!
Little dish of a thing tiny and humble,
standing tall at the heart of them all,
hose in hand a quiet thing. Said hi to me.
Right there at the beat of the Dark Tower
and I knew before a second or an hour,
that it's true. I said hi to her too.
Her mind carries the Uni.Verse. Not three
digit but more in her eyes, I could see it
recognized. Little dish of a thing washes
the dishes I bring. Sever passes dirty
the plates to sea a washer washing
inside the machine. We said hi on day 2.
Again.
"Do you know high math" when you wash?
Eyes gleaming behind the mist and noise,
the Washer kept watch with silver poised,
for the cleaning. Her layer is steaming hot
and her eyes scream know me not... but,
I befriended her anyway.
Because she plays. There in the Passage and
framed in the Gates our eyes met Lights in a
beam of water and steam our eyes, both gleam.ing
Sounds of the machine are screaming and Time
isn't moving as we See. You are Me echoes
two in recognition in Vision, In Number. Old
schooled and humble in silent knowing we stood
passing the dishes to and fro in and over the
flow of water, eyes burning with a knowledge of
the Ancient Great Fire.
And we hug in exchange of a glance
.... called recognition. Little dish of a wish
I made came true when she called me by
a friendly name too. Then we shook hands
knowing that we'd speak again.
Our arrangements set firm.
The Washer faded Way then.... her eyes pull
back into the Myst and the dishes bang. Only
silence now from the machine...
Good work began...
In a Great Friendship, Just. Beginning.
~In Universal Understanding~
~There Came a Great Land.~
Maid of the Myst
I lie in repose
Under the falls
In a tranquil pool
Of turquoise blue
He left me for another
This I could not suffer
My pain already drowning me
I fell from the falls
Spectacular was the news
Young girl with the blues
Dives to her cherished death
My lover left me for I was on meth
I was confused and skin so bruised
Misused and tears seeped from my veins
No one at all could know this enduring pain
So now under the falls I enjoy the rain
My soul lies deep
Under waters so very steep
I wait, and I wait
To be alive again
From the skies
Not another… but I see a phone that dives
Floating downwards upon my weary breast
A chance you see, finally I was blessed
I call from the depths below
Like a spirit I begin to glow
Daddy daddy is that you?
From below I call to say a proper adieu
Found inside her pocket
I miss you daddy
I love you so much
Forgive my wild youth
Remember me as I was in your arms
Long ago with my pony tails
Your little cuddly pumpkin
Love you daddy
And arose whence
Up she goes and arose whence a misfit
My thyme rosemary and my bay leaf delight leaves a pulpit
A patsy outskirt arose a pinnacle up to zenith sky underneath Bethlehem
A fanciful misfit hue staid in outspoken twilight until alone Eden sank in grief grieving for a leaf
A fanciful Myst of a song soared along the flight of a mundane delight upon a cosmos and a white lily
A sunlit raisin croon and the flight of the song a spell along , o'er the mundane and the cosmic hymn
Up she goes!
And arose whence a soul kindled a verse and the fanciful basilica temple as kismet wills on in wilmette and in jolene!
Ingratitude
Tagoreweb
Raga : Behug- Keertan
Taal: Dadra
Composition time (Bangla) : 1328
Composition(After Christ) : 1921
Composition place : Shantiniketan
Man has to many problems, you see
How can he solve them, he's all be
Forever and a day, struggling trying ... no way
Can he hope to survive, although he tries
Man he us
Man is
He's s up and down
And no one comes around
To help a man who's down
But God but Gid be the glory
He's right there He's right here
O but God He's the glory He's here He's already here
So
Man with your ups and downs
Man you must turn them around
God is right here He is already here
And He will just turn it around
My God will turn it around
Mankind has his faults
How can they hope to bear them or even come close
Forever and a day struggling trying no, no, no way
Can he hope to survive is each one a lie yet he tries
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2003
~A Pyramid has 5 faces, 8 lines, 5 points
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~The foundation is always Our Earth~
"...vous basculez mon monde, mon amour..."
~And from there, we grow again~
~we play to know again...
nous jouons pour savoir encore
~Via the Nature and then...
µ?s? t?? f?s?? ?a? ?pe?ta
...jugamos y seamos amigo….again.
echo...
~we are friend.
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A pair about the myst,
Under the cover of tree and dust,
Five by five they stand in Love,
Waiting for the Sun.
Under the cover, they hid.ed One.
1440 are ‘minutes’ in One.Day…
1872000 = Maya Great Cycle Days, 5125 years, there are five of them
1440 x 13 00 = 1872000
13.00 . .
M.OO.N s
N = 14 (1 + 4) = 5 x 5125, five cycles of 1872000 'days'
A Maya Baktun = 144000 days
13 x 144000 = 1872000
18 7 2
R G B color = all 000 as 1.
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1872000 / 52 = 36000 / 25 = 1440 'minutes' in One.Day...
1872000 / 520 = 3600 'seconds' in One.Hour / 25 = 144 'ADD' they said.
1872000 / 5200 = 360 'One.Circle'
Form:
I. e., this unfortunate
mere erred reflection,
aye re: zine
(pronounced Syne),
cuz you Matthew Scott Harris
act like an old curmudgeon,
does nothing but whine...
this one dimensional mere silver,
copper film and multi layered shine
of waterproof paint
on back surface doth deign
as merely superficial float glass fine
visualization cannot detach itself
(analogous to a Siamese
twin engine eared ensign)
sullying for all the
world wide web to see mine
capricious, facetious,
and inglorious rotten chine
(vis a vis via,
sexually seedy, Nein
dynamic, salaciously scabrous,
spicily shamelessly pine
ning sultry rhyme
(without reason) attempting
to wax eloquent as nonpareil poetry
by futilely try'n
to make a silk purse out of swine
(actually a sow's ear), meanwhile dine
'n high and mighty trump
petting haughtiness hoping to line
up ducks in a row at mine
(your poor reflection), hmm...wondering
mebbe I can latch unto a stein
way praying for some means
to become divine
very aware that
no mirrored reflection can exist
from a corporeal entity,
who cannot ever hurt or kill me,
but,...yeah go ahead,
and take a fist
also aware nothing can undo
that banal, carnal, and offal dreck,
which materiel could be ideal grist
for erotica such as Hustler,
and/or Penthouse, where prurient
Lady Chatterley's naked lunch evocations
conjured behind wordy myst.
There are monks marching to Washington
Enduring; they persevere, their perstience
long'
There actions to me echo.' Back maybe my call..
For a peoples peace day, they will arrive on the twenty eighth of Februrary before the power halls, just over a month and April will arrive..My indication is the second day.'
For requesting worldwide, that people make a call fir peace, fools days myst be put behind us, Jesus grant release, are these minks a sign of a deep desire? A world of longing, kindling this small fire.?
Anyone can mark the day i note send a card recognising peace.' Cast your worthy
Vote, have a psrty..You do not need me.'
Just a heart for change, that some
good may be.'
( invest in peace it cost so little" yet enriches
Us all )