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“Go BANG!”
"Is that a gun in your pocket?"
She said
"Careful, I recommend
you need to be undercover,
and soon, call it Espionage M
You’re so disjointed
It's exasperating
but endearing"
He said
"Danger is Your Middle Name
You’ve been decoded!"
She said
"But rest easy, so far
not defrocked
We need you triggering
pistols, and playing
Russian Roulette
and Shuttle Cock -
it will assist me
if your outcome is
alive not dead"
He said
"Dear Badminton,
Is that the same as
being decrypted in bed?
Of course, if you prefer,
we could -
tread water naked
with sharks instead"
She said
"I love it when you
split hairs over slang
Special Agent,
leave the Latin for Corsica,
Confessions remain
secrets left unsaid -
Let’s go vesper
riding full monty
with the high priests of
soliloquy instead...
By the way, you failed to
answer my question -
Is that a gun in your pocket?"
She said
He said
"Come here and pull
the trigger, it’s a
lethal weapon
consider it a
suave kind of
special Agent thing...
Your mission, dearest Cabin Fever"
he pushed the envelope towards her,
"should you so wish to proceed here…."
"Go BANG!"
She said
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"Go Bang" / PNAU
https://youtu.be/PIn4SCgeHsw
"Chameleon / PNAU
https://youtu.be/s2pp_ZAk6Uw
Lyrics:
"Chameleon" / PNA
https://genius.com/Pnau-chameleon-lyrics
"Go Bang" / PNA
https://genius.com/Pnau-go-bang-lyrics
I'm slowly evaporating from this verbal tennis match
For some reason we continue to give breath to these vapor windy circles
Brewing a coffee tornado that is going to spill all over my shirt
And they say don't cry over spilled milk, but there's a river of rain I've been holding back
And I'll be damned if I let this game end at 40 love
But is victory really as sweet when blood sheds from pain and not perseverance
I'll keep painstakingly swimming even when the water is above my head
Because when you take that 1 second to notice everything around you
The dirty food tables are eventually going to be clean
The question isn't who is going to do the dishes
But when will we stop acting like goldfish fighting in my dishwasher
And look outside the glass to see a whole world needing just one person to keep swimming
p.s. you don’t have to tread water when you can float with your reflection...
Grab me by the hand
And let me show you a world
Of earth and sky blanketed
In a dream of night and snow
The snowflakes were thick and heavy
And caressed in the gentle glow of the streetlight
One boy alone in the coldest of nights
Staring wide-eyed at the snowy lights
A lengthy night was washed away
Swept up in the crimson tide I'd prayed for
My arms and heart went numb
Learning to tread water for the first time
The ocean evaporated under the light of the Eclipse
As I rapidly sought to refill it from my wrists
My Full Moon Queen cast a shadow over the Sun
And I reached as far into space as I could
I launched myself through time
In order to hear those crimson echoes
They danced across three screens
As the sword I relied on rusted away
The Eclipse faded away
Yet the ground was as cold as ever
I shied away from the harsh light of the Sun
And sought solace under the light of the Moon
The woods and cars passed in a blur
As I spent those weeks on the road
Alone with only my time machine to save me
And my dreams of possibilities
I cast my voice into the infinite expanse
Shaky, unsure, yet full of hope
Two children, one of viridian, one of crimson
Set out to carve their names in the annals of time
The Full Moon faded entirely from the sky
As a New Moon hovered ominously
A flash of pink entered my dreams
And vanished as soon as I realized it
Smoke rose in the air
As I lived the many dreams of dying men
Setting a future in stone
As the one who would tread uncharted territory
In a dimly lit room
I called out weakly to whoever would listen
A figure clad in pink grasped my hand
And vanished as soon as I realized it
I found myself thousands of miles from home
In a small room in Shibuya 104
Caressed in the gentle glow of the streetlights
I raised my hands to the night sky to embrace the snow
It starts as a ripple
barely noticed
a hesitation
a pause
in the flow
a ring around
a shallow
imprint
a mark
in the
surface
a wrinkle
in the mirror
where sky and water
used to agree
a faint distortion
of reflections
with clouds no longer
quite where
they belong
should be
kinks the surface
with negativity
deepening
encircling
revolving
gathering more
of the surrounds
shadows
sticks
leaves
dust
debris
feelings
unreturned
pulling
them down
harder and stronger
spinning faster
and faster
down
a funnel
forms
drawing down
further
it's creased
on the sides
now become
walls
hard to
climb back up
the drag
so sublime
smooth as silk
slippery
in the clutches
of gravity
faces lean over
the rim
peering in
as the plughole
below
gurgles
whispers
stop fighting
rest awhile
let go
glug
let go
each reach
outward
bends inward
each breath
withheld
expelled
quashed
sucked
into the
void below
where
even hope
must
tread water
to keep
head above
the undertow
of the
whirlpool
gathering
more of you
less of me
less of sky
less of reason
all directions
pointing
downward
into
submission
until the circle
becomes the world
and the world
becomes a single
darkened
full stop
"Pulmonary"
Revelations burn pulmonary
when all the bees no longer roar
life drowns in blue-green
Clairvoyants dance in time
with prophets to flux events
Light folds Dark inside out
Lizards Popes and Politicians
tread water in their black oceans
looking for an open door
Revelations burn pulmonary
when all the bees no longer roar
life drowns in blue-green
(LadyLabyrinth/2020)
llb/gvlm/mlb/klb/jk,ak/io,to
"Dance of the Clairvoyants" (Mach I) / Pearl Jam
https://youtu.be/xJwuP5wPCLQ
“You don't need an ocean to feel like you're drowning.
You feel it, between your chest and your throat,
the weight of it stretching you outside your self,
like a dead fish on the shore.”
“If the bee disappeared off the surface of the globe,
then man would have only four years of life left.
No more bees, no more pollination, no more plants,
no more animals, no more man.”
“The bird, the bee, the running child
are all the same to the sliding glass door.”
Rev 8 (NIV)
Zeph 1:3 (KJV)
1. Fish
https://www.msn.com/en-au/news/australia/murray-darling-thousands-of-fish-have-died-in-nsw-in-past-two-weeks/ar-BBZylHg
2. Bees
https://alumninetworkhungary.hu/magazine/blogs/yes-bee-extinction-could-mark-end-humanity
3. Bees/Wildlife extinction
https://www.wsj.com/articles/australia-fires-imperil-populations-of-green-bees-honeyeaters-and-potoroos-11578997803
4. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pulmonary_circulation
Lyrics/ "Dancing with Clairvoyants" (Mach I) / Pearl Jam
https://genius.com/Pearl-jam-dance-of-the-clairvoyants-lyrics
some souls can’t be reached from here.
It isn’t planned that way,
it just becomes.
doors are opened, doors are closed
we seldom see a fish swim backwards
more than several feet.
perhaps they just tread water
until their stream rolls by.
bells never stop mid-swing,
mid-ring, mid-everything.
rain falls upward
in weeping dreams
souls fall down
awkwardly awakened by
what many call their life.
I want to paint a broken cup,
to make it whole
but flowers don’t un-grow
they simply die
or maybe not so simply after all.
We’re all caught up in the wiggle and grin
of lives held together
by what’s called a “safety” pin.
when there’s nothing really safe
about you after all.
I desperately gasp for you to save me,
as your indifference begins to remove all remaining traces of oxygen from my searing lungs.
Asphyxiation becomes more imminent.
Cortisol burns through tearing muscles,
ripping the marrow from aching bones, flailing to tread water.
Exhaustion floods in; saline-soaked clothing weighs heavier.
A siren’s call pierces through obscured waves,
crescendoing under a stygian sky,
tempting me under.
Dread replaces pleading.
Hope of survival is now beyond any comprehension.
Your voice no longer lingers;
it’s superseded by forceful whispers:
“If to love you, I must drown.”
Realisation hits like a tsunami crashing upon an unsuspecting ship.
To truly love you, I must love myself.
You were never my salvation.
So I must drown in this sickening sea of anguish,
let all the trauma pull me down into sheer oblivion.
Feel my body thrash as the light leaves my submissive eyes.
In order to be reborn, I must ascend way below.
"The Flow"
I walked into the Ocean today
the Wind was wild whipping up the waves
like lemonade white horses riding into shore
I tread water, the Aquamarine was a washing machine
While someone else’s kids raced by me out to the break
the wind bit my face, I submerged myself then resurfaced
I became sad when I thought about the Fraz
I swam out to the deep I was very brave
forgot about monsters with sharp teeth
dreamt they were all fast asleep
bellies full of other dreamers
Sharp Teeth were nowhere near my feet,
They were lying supine snoring at the bottom of the deep
Balmoral was a breeze I was free
feeling guilty it was me in your sea
I floated on my back and just went with the flow
had a little cry, the Ocean took all that salt in
there was nowhere better for it to go
the Sun burnt me up 3rd degree inside real slow
The Seagulls circled above grinning
Yellow crested cockatoos in the big Moreton Bay Fig
like tiny pterodactyls screaming, water crystal clear
angel fish, puffers and blue bottles spinning always near
One can only love
One can never save
But there is the grace of forgiving
I walked into the ocean today
I thought about being brave
Thought about visiting
the Mermaid’s Cave
another day another night
Finding starfish hiding under treasure rocks
Find Silverfin and take his fin
Fairy Bower and swim in your Fair Light
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)"HOME"
"Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is HOME."
https://youtu.be/cbnS-1ZQPD0
https://youtu.be/lf_b_OCKL6I
https://youtu.be/b6d3ghgZuMI
"The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned." Maya Angelou
(gvlm-scm)
Silverfin
https://youtu.be/eai_6DXKXtA
Spring passed
here is Summer
at last, not her last
lasting grief, summer’s relief
cool waters flow
seasons surpass
dictates of time
as we tread water
especially her spouse
he finds slight smile
in a bottle, birds
nibbling seeds
his kids calling
on him, expecting
not too much
he is a gentle soul
supposed to be
with his other half
Summer sun
will ne’er be
a comfort
nor sea nor sand,
a shovelful or grain,
sifts through his fingers
starfish in the sky
interest his gaze
missing arms and legs
seasons will come’n go
beachcombers will bum
the sea’s in his eyes
the sun burns
immemorial
no June*
6/21/2021
*mom’s name
It’s going to blow.
The saxophone sexuality
of a volcanic slumber
has become a thundering in our hearts.
We feel it in the thigh of being
and in the strung valleys
of elbows and knees.
Olives groves and vineyards
tremble in their green dreams.
Village churches stumble
over their stone steps.
Black bedecked widows
plead their prayers under the clamor
of evermore strident bells.
Forewarnings rumble everywhere,
molten threats menace,
hazards hover,
hang and heap upon our heads.
The quaking cone seems nearer.
We tread water upon fretful tracks
the land leans,
is less latched together,
leavers and the lost
move more slowly
wading through
the darkling dust of history,
Imagining now the terraced hills
already sliding to the sea.