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"Pluto’s Dark Abode"
they say you can feel her
walking through you
it only happens when
the frost and mist is about
where hidden wild things
watch but make
themselves heard
in the half light
they sum you up
they are found
in darkness
they say if you stop
to listen to the brook
speaking its beseeching
babble, you can hear
your name, as if
summoning you, so
you make your way
and kneel at the edge,
as if in solemn worship
what you see
in the glimmering
reflection, is not you,
you suspected this
all along, that what
calls you forward
into lost glades
such as this, are strange
haunted creatures
phantoms from
your abyss
seeking unwelcome
conference
and exchange
of currents
electric
not completely
foreign, this one
she smiles
in darkness
eyes like magnets
she pulls you in
they say you can feel her
walking through you
it only happens when
the mist is about
and wild things
watch but make
themselves heard
in the half light
you are found
in darkness
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“A Hidden Glade” / Mindgarden Rework / Jarp Music
https://youtu.be/oKhUS4TnWG8
“High on a stag the Goddess held her seat,
And there were little hounds about her feet;
Below her feet there was a sickle moon,
Waxing it seemed, but would be waning soon.
Her statue bore a mantle of bright green,
Her hand a bow with arrows cased and keen;
Her eyes were lowered, gazing as she rode
Down to where Pluto has his dark abode.”
(Geoffrey Chaucer, The Canterbury Tales)
The first one broke
When Lauren
ran away
the substance of my soul
hollowed out
in rusted metal
and the bronze
charm fell off
leaving just the word
"luck"
dangling
on a broken
chain
I left
Pearlz Oyster bar
where I waitressed
and drove to Seabrook
to find her
angry at her, and God
I was in love
with Fleetwood Mac
and I listened to
‘Seven Wonders’
on repeat,
the whole way there
tearing through the air
in my 2007
Toyota Corolla
The second necklace
was ivory
with small
metal beads
I found it cheap
and wore it close
when I needed to feel
Lauren
against my heart
That one broke
when I tried too hard
to find closure,
my way
after I resigned
from my previous
school
The beads crackled
and ran
across the cold, uncaring
marble floor
I didn’t pick up many
and no elephants
hit the ground
I spent the night
restringing beads
from that necklace
and added charms
I had kept
from when I was a little girl
and freshwater pearls
from another necklace
I broke on purpose
to rework and restring
into the song of me
I have assembled scraps
and memories
into a new
exquisite life
and necklace
This one
will not break
but, if it does
it will just be
another
opportunity
Some called the radio station demanding they throw them out of the studio.
Others called to brag about their talents, their arrangements, their sass.
Boswell sisters had been singing together since their Vaudeville days as teens.
Connee played sax and trombone,
Vet played banjo and guitar and Martha held down the piano.
They were popular in their hometown of New Orleans, playing with big bands.
Dorsey Brothers, Glenn Miller, Benny Goodman all knew them.
These sisters blended “blackness” and “whiteness”, natural for them.
They loved to rework and rearrange popular songs; they were musicians.
They appeared in a film with Bing Crosby and Cab Calloway.
This led to thirteen appearances on the Bing Crosby Show.
Ella Fitzgerald patterned her style after Connee Boswell.
As did the Andrew Sisters a few years later.
The Boswells had a profound effect; incorporating scat, jazz and swing.
Prejudice is subliminal.
We all have it, even those of us who think we do not.
Let’s say….
Carl is humiliated and embarrassed in a bedroom with yellow flowers.
From now until he reworks the script, all bedrooms with yellow flowers are the enemy.
We loathe yellow flowers his brain tells him, not knowing why.
He never gives a yellow flower a chance.
Each time he thinks he hates one, he programs his brain to agree.
He never gives a yellow flower a chance.
Prejudice is subtle.
We all have it, even those of us who think we do not.
Let’s say….
Kathy is bullied by a girl with freckles, who makes her feel horrible for six school years.
From now until she reworks the script, all people who have freckles are the enemy.
We hate people with freckles! Kathy’s brain tells her, she does not even know why.
But she never gives a freckled person a chance.
Every time she says to herself, I hate people with freckles she reinforces her cell memory.
Prejudice is subliminal and subtle.
If we can figure out who wronged us or where we were wronged
And rework the script, we might be able to eliminate it.
He looked beyond those flaws
To gain the needed
understanding which was
Required to fix those flaws
That made the sound of a
Great song more perfect,
More defined and more
Liked, loved and needed.
His study of natural things
Like animals, streams, and
Storms, lead him to look
At making the song more
Rythmic and flowing.
Wanting each instrument
To compliment the other
And not having an audience
Miss when certain instruments
Weren't used in certain spots.
He would have the string accompany
Each exit and would have woodwinds
To introduce each rythmic change.
Bassy enough to move you
And treble enough to invite you.
Loud enough to mean business
But queit enough to allow
The songstresses and singers
To be heard.thus to make perfect
The intro beganing and the
Exitiously end..A pause to
Start each stanza, momentously
Enough to let the persucions
Perseade the need of a new
Beganning.
This must be done to create
The perfection needed to rework
Lyrics from interpret scripts.
And needed to allow a smooth
Flow in each translation.
Time is a consumer of
lives and souls and thoughts and love
The world that once turned yesterday
has forever gone away
Was it not good, what used to be?
Was it not sweet for you and me?
Remnants of the golden past
bring tears for times that couldn't last
Photographs are sweet sublime
handheld bits of frozen time
Miracles kept within a book
for anytime you wish to look
* This is an actual excerpt from a larger and older piece
that I am trying to rework. I hope to get it where I
want it, and if so I'll post the entire thing here. I hope
it was okay to share this just little snippet.
The interactions are electronic, life far from the paper world
Put your word on digital to meet them at the Web gridlock hold
Monitors replace friendly greetings, high in the corporate sky
Assets being insight, capacity to deliver and never asking why
This grip is pulling our nation, I’m not sure if we will learn
Pushing funds and building bridges someday we're going to burn
Grab the rope nearest your hands, and swing away while you can
Think beyond you, what you need to do, rework your entire plan
There are also worries overseas about who is making their call
Many will never forget that others hope someday this will fall
Help yourself in many ways, best start to eliminate your pride
Believing in the golden rule, “don’t get on if you can’t ride”
lately
i have been seeing you in a different light
honestly
you have become even more beautiful throughout the years
unexpectedly
you make me nervous like the very first view of you
actually
that is a good thing
i have not been showing you the attention that you deserve
i let my being a bashful introvert block the Blessing right under my nose
this routine that we have been stuck in needs a laxative with a sincere heartbeat
i know exactly where we can rekindle, revisit, and reignite
lately
i have been seeing you in a different light
honestly
you have become even more beautiful throughout the years
obviously
i have been dropping the ball in a freefall to a potential hell
needfully
we gots ta get it on again like that old song goes
please take my hand for a date back to our natural roots
i would love the honor of that smile that more than won me over
please accept these flowers as a token of my appreciation, gratitude, and love
from here, let's rework the art that was once so beautifully made
Could our verity be any unique?
Whenever the twenty-first century is antique,
Links are the best way to deal with everything
When even the pencils will betide self-replicating,
The whole would be vastly improved
And, the fortune of the rich would be approved
Would remove those in requisite thoroughly
There will be no grimness when there is no infirmity.
Autos would be entirely electrical
Fuel and diesel would behoove skeptical,
News and journals will be made ready on digital
People react to move visions by a flash signal.
Parcels won't be uttered for a long time
Besides, astonishingly swiftly and in prime
On voice order, pencils and pens would work
Baring, scribble down all that we would rework.
Everybody will include a robot in their house
That will perform anything, including catching a mouse
It will cook meals and neaten the home, with no screams
Additionally, conceive all your expectations and dreams.
The earth will deem even as sole leader
A man with odd propensity and backbone neater
We might glean the option to dwell out in the cosmos
And we'd stray out on rockets to shop for blue camos.
How slightly does the world treat spot our sacred history?
Purvey future posterity with a canvas to our glittery
Sober-mindedness is the best way to crumble in terror
Indeed, pens will be automatized to abject horror.
Written: February 06, 2022
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Yesterday I had a short circuit
So, I just had to go sit back
And just rework it
Been writing for more
Than a week a half
Boy this download did come real fast
Yeah with the music
Man it was blast
I then had a quick reload
And hear
Clear beyond sound of one's ear
Is what here in deed did come
Laying back and leading my mind…on om
Now I will explain it to you some
Here to you this new encode
The next day the sun did rise
Coming to no surprise
Thinking a day to rest my mind
Truly would be the best and the wise
Laying head upon northern star
Opening mind thoughts whatever thou art
Electric spark spoke these words that are
I speak in a tongue
Even to thee you young
It’s about the Universal One
So, Lets take a journey
See vibrations in light and sound
Even when it appears
Absolutely none
Around
The explanation of the FORCE
So, listen up and you can learn from me
Frequency of Orientation in Rays of Circuit-light Energies
Now about that
The Jedi Situation
Well hear Ye thee interpolation
Yoda…Ye the one Alpha
Qui-Gon Jinn…Quickly understand I Great Officer Known Namaste General
Mace Windu…Makes wind do
Obi-Wan…All be I THE ONE
Anikan…Any one can
Padme…Place made in thee
Darth Maul…Dark Master of all the Underlords
Darth Vader…Darker Vampire demon rising
Count Doku…Conniving, obsessed, underling too does kill ye, you
Supreme Leader Snoke…Sinister Underlord, prince Ruthless Evil Maser eternal leader Sin I Satan cross hater
Wow what an ego man
That name does runs all across this great vast land
So, that’s the 411 on this here download
And now that you know the tongue of the code
Go have fun with it and don’t crash the mode