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Lady Labyrinth Poem
“The True Mother”
What part of a heart
in another could one trust
when betrayal comes
like a silver bullet, words and deeds
sharp piercing to burrow
bleed out Life’s dreams
rust crumbles to dust
Virulent apathy spreads
Betrayal’s destruction
hand in hand with death
of all that you gave
to your bantam shadow
arrives all too fast, all too fast,
nevermore no waking dawn
nevermore no sleep hugged dew kissed dusk
To wake your bantam shadow
breakfast then protecting
hold hands, walk out the gate
escort onto school bus
Thy empty arms clasp
nothing of the Bluebell’s spell
empty heart now bitter
baby teeth have been replaced,
then cruelly stolen, strung up
by The Papillon Boilermaker
'round a silver bullet crucifix cross
a bitter gutted soul kept empty
in a closed glass jar watches Time’s sands fall
an Autumn body turns to rusk
For a cruel stalker
passive in approach to
sharpen its cur’s teeth on
what you grew in your garden
you should have known better
would never last
the marrow sucked out
swallowed and in the cur’s dirt, passed
A Life is killed
four quartered and drawn
cut out of your life
clean as surgery torn
like a dam crying out for its whelp you are
to a snide neighbourhood with closed ears;
your bantam shadow
is torn out of your life
by a childless green-eyed spinner
obsessively coveting your all
the apple of your eye
Your pretty paper dolls all in a row
all pulled apart
the bantam shadow drugged now
with shiny embellishments
from the singular usurper
seen walking towards you
from the other side’s murky past
arm in arm now she goes
with your bantam shadow
on the false golden path
What part of a heart
in another could one trust?
A slow spreading poison
over the seed that was sown
in the garden you nourished and grew
on your own all alone
the interloper spreads its monstrous weeds
o’er what you cherished
now strangled, blighted and smothered
by a false mother, overgrown
Lies of the faithless
dandelions blown hither thither
legs uprooted wither
Blue Roses with their thorns
pierce the true mother
Black Lantana like barbed wire
strangles a good voice
the sharp thistles
turn their backs twist and roam
Poisonous slugs from
a manipulative tongue
slide over what remains like Corpse fauna
caste and covered in sticky web
true purpose in life now cannibalised
disintegrates your garden, all goodness uprooted,
plucked to steal the flower grown intrauterine
now walks hand in hand with evil, in your stead
out the garden gate
lost in Medusa’s counterfeit countenance
in the bogus golden black time
maggots feast on the alienation
sent from the thief’s covetous mind
Trampled and stolen, what grew
in the Golden Chord Garden
that precious bloom
a decade and five
bantam shadow in time
the garden, becomes barren and dry,
ripped without thought
a tear in the fabric of what was beautiful,
what once was freely mine
now not mine, is without true freedom, bought
The one you once called Home
without a backward glance,
does not hear your silent cry
disloyalty sown
a stringent salt stinging
alienation owned
Through bruised veins unity is stopped still
embedded with falsehood’s fungus like an infection
Medusa, the gold holding great manipulator
turns and she stares back at you
“My child forever, the child is now mine,
‘twas never yours to begin with,
‘twas just a matter of playing nice
sitting at your table,
like trusted confidante
fawning, smiling, biding my time”
The Serpent smiles, it slithers away
with your child in it’s fangs
It slithers away, it closes all doors
Somewhere inside the Lion is silent
it no longer flies on heavens wings,
Aslan no longer roars
Endless Dark Night swallows Dark Day,
all this Medusa has kept secret,
behind sealed doors
she laughs all the way
What part of a heart,
one implores,
in another could one trust?
You see the child in your eyes
turn to stone, your dreams all
crumble to dust
What part of a mind
in another, could one trust?
Your April in her Prime’s reflection
could that one you trust?
When love like a loose loose thread
The Golden Chord,
once true golden and strong
is not held closely,
‘tis now close to dead
slipping through your
bantam shadow’s fingers,
in swift time its sweet lifeline is lost
hatred and the great falsehood is fed
Lessons and warnings all forgotten
The past and rosy future all dead
Truth given freely,
the past now ignored,
disrespected and scoffed
your world torn from your arms
Your Golden Chord cut and burnt for a kill,
then trust, like a burning iron sceptre
dropped covered in blood
Medusa, victorious,
holds aloft your mind
she decapitated just for her thrills
she then takes over your throne
you're handed a bottle of pills
swallowed to sleep forever,
taken swiftly like words
one at a time
On the winds of wanting
what now lies buried to your heart
gone missing in all songs
stands before a mirror
now she moves away from
the false mother, gone is Medusa.
The one missing stands truly free
independent apart
fully mature and unknown
in her eyes your shadow
is called, you hear
your name whispered
while she speaks
to her mirror
on a reflecting wall
she calls Home
she remembers you
a voice from her past now fully known
not forgotten at all
this is where
your good soul finds true home
Your good book is written
then in another time,
when you are long gone
and two ghosts are haunting two homes
sitting in gutted harmony
broken hearts and lost time like a cancer
burns through two ghosts
like a twisting church fire
romancing all necromancers
through nights in your bed
there the truest tears of lost love
visible becomes Golden Chord,
the lost thread Angels sing
all around you in choirs
your madness through turmoil is bled
the phantom’s story
will be seen, heard and read
Love in your shadow’s memory
was severed
Two Ghosts :
The bantam shadow, lost
The True Mother, dead
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
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Lady Labyrinth Poem
"Tease for Two"
“Ein bisschen Zucker
mit Ihrer Sahne, Sir?“
German accent
smoky toned
she purred
Periwinkles suavely winked,
then played with his -
cufflinks
“Not now Schvee Tart”
he said holding his attache tight
looking across the room
grinning Lupine Blues
a slight smile on his lips,
bemused,
“Service calls,
her name is
"Q”
Across the dance floor
all eyes turned
Parting tall bus boys, handsome waiters
matrons with their peach blinis, their tart apple martinis
flustered debutantes
all poetic unsure
first time daters
dilettantes
rubbed their -
eyes again, they blinked
made way, made room,
for Q's
sashaying soliloquy
serious multi tasking
sensual stiletto Hell-on-High Heels
slick Scarlet lip-glossed
VaVaVoom
As it should be
entertaining control,
further into the room
across the dazzling polished dance floor
no pastie tasselling girls
on well-oiled silver poles
The Special Agent
slinked
The Old Boys
raised their drinks
He stands
She sits
"Ist das eine Waffe
in deiner Tasche,
Special Agt Schmidt?"
She glances at her
Bulgari Serpenti Incantati
and in English says,
"This better be good,
Now is not the time to quit"
Like a wolf
Periwinkles
grins
"Q," he low growl says,
"I propose a change in destination,
I've taken the liberty to buy you
feathers for your wings -
tickets Q...."
then flirtatiously adds,
"Simply adore your bling"
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
1. lupine/wolf
2. lupine/lupinus, genus blue flowering plant
3. Libertango
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Lady Labyrinth Poem
"Angels & Demons"
The Soul never sleeps
battered and lonely, the lesson
Life spent in The Hard Sell
Soft-served you become
melting Insomnia
mouth sucking a loaded gun
blue ribbonned and veined
pulsing electricity
from heart to lung to brain
you’re a free bird
flying high two crimes
now swallows two minds
You converse smoothly
while you walk arm-in-arm
the Heckle and Jekyll line
Never now not lonely
there are new friends
the voices inside
Opiate creeps furious and fast
dancing with the shadows
of all your yesterdays' Fausts
The body’s a prison
you try to escape
surrounded by an ignoble past
You are now a ghost hell-sold
that day you made
a pact at the Cross Road for Fool's Gold
You now cling to the
sign post waiting for
9 Inch Nails to be driven
Passing other ghosts
for silent acquaintance
on their forehead is written
"The Unforgotten Unforgiven"
You’ve grown quiet
in your loudness
invisible and comically bold
warm in the cold
with all your
burning indiscretions
No one now
ever
really listens
You are looking for sleep
the final journey
towards Home
ten-pin
bowls you
for meaning
In The Fall of your life
you are tap dancing
soft shoe
barefoot
with all of your
Angels & Demons
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
Massive Attack, Tricky & 3D - Take It There
https://youtu.be/hWSt_q7M3zI
"Life's pulses now with fresher force awaken
To greet the mild ethereal twilight o'er me;
This night, thou, Earth! hast also stood unshaken
And now thou breathest new-refreshed before me,
And now beginnest, all thy gladness granting,
A vigorous resolution to restore me,
To seek that highest life for which I'm panting.
The world unfolded lies in twilight glimmer,
A thousand voices in the grove are chanting;
Vale in, vale out, the misty streaks grow dimmer;
The deeps with heavenly light are penetrated;
The boughs, refreshed, lift up their leafy shimmer
From gulfs of air where sleepily they waited;
Color on color from the background cleareth,
Where flower and leaf with trembling pearls are freighted:
And all around a Paradise appeareth.”
(Faust: II /Goethe, excerpt)
1. Faust
1(a)
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Goethe%27s_Faust
Faust is the protagonist of a classic German legend, based on the historical Johann Georg Faust. The erudite Faust is highly successful yet dissatisfied with his life, which leads him to make a pact with the Devil at a crossroads, exchanging his soul for unlimited knowledge and worldly pleasures
1(b)
https://www.theosociety.org/pasadena/path/v02n09p264_the-theosophical-meaning-of-goethes-faust.htm
2. Heckle & Jeckle
https://terrytoons.fandom.com/wiki/Heckle_and_Jeckle
3. Jekyll & Hyde
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Strange_Case_of_Dr_Jekyll_and_Mr_Hyde
4. The Big Smoke
https://www.thebigsmoke.com.au/2019/06/17/247-million-for-chaplains-in-schools-2-8-for-mental-health-whats-wrong-with-this-picture/?fbclid=IwAR39RAjdbjhvrRLPpY_pInRgWN0bQqwvaGAcZI78g52ZgjSVwPxk7D9lPQQ
5. https://dualdiagnosis.org/mental-health-and-addiction/the-connection/
6. https://dualdiagnosis.org/unfortunate-connection-childhood-trauma-addiction-adulthood/
7. "Take You There" - Massive Attack, Tricky, 3D / Lyrics:
https://genius.com/Massive-attack-take-it-there-lyrics
DEPRESSION/SUICIDE/ADDICTION/CRISIS
Hotlines:
1. AUSTRALIA
https://www.lifeline.org.au/
https://www.gogentleaustralia.org.au/suicide_help
2. USA
http://suicidehotlines.com/national.html
3. U.K.
http://www.suicide.org/hotlines/international/united-kingdom-suicide-hotlines.html
https://www.supportline.org.uk/problems/suicide/
4. Global
http://www.suicide.org/international-suicide-hotlines.html
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_suicide_crisis_lines
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Lady Labyrinth Poem
"Black Cockatoo"
I was white
as pure snow cotton
thread through the eye of God's needle
Black
he was,
not Egyptian, more ancient
he walked
in the Dreamtime
with the forgotten people
obsidian
We swam the
well known swan song
like a diamond river snake long
Swimming naked in a billabong
Light I was, white watching black
He shone, glistening a white freshwater pearl smile
He wrote the song
in Ochre, eyes black ink
slow lines feather light fingers along
the curves of my body
powder white
painted against his shadow
our hands
entwined together
against a grey granite wall
native bush plum ripe
on my raised lips
I stroked white lines
against his walk about hot fire opal skin
lost in the Dreamtime
somewhere found
metronoming
black fingers
stroking a ghost white heart
language running lost in meaning
along a lush sweet breast those fingers ran
towards the long legged
cross road torn apart
emu running
evoking
bushfire burning
lizard tale fingers shorthand painting
scorching the place where
the creek born runs
spits paint all over
charcoal stone heart
a wall beckons
a throat to flow like a river
where the words are trapped
and damned,
he stands
I have delivered
the ransom
caged minds in silence
speak and glow
hard lips kiss
Tongues speak
Love knows
Black Cockatoo Sings
White girl
walking Black Mountain
lost in the Never Return
In the Demons' Land
(LadyLabyrinth/ 2020)
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Lady Labyrinth Poem
"Wishing Well"
Plain Jane blew her wishes
down a wishing well
Lit long white bless'ed candles
dipped in holy water
Brackish
Crocodile tears from Hell
Witches hold hands together
Stand united
show and tell
Plain Jane
knows her subjects inside out
Sisters plain and simple
holding hands
united
standing by the
Wishing Well
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
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Lady Labyrinth Poem
"The Theory of Positivism"
It’s criminal
all theories tie that life
in neat tight black bows
the presents under
that tree of life
wide spread
arms once wide open
now closed
are presence of mind
essence embedded
in a heart shut tight
pumping blood cold steel
silver bullets
tutorial delivers the student
an exercise exorcised
in a class room
all glass barriers
broken
revealed in sharp shards
by observer
with scientific mind
articulated
strings
unravel irrationally
Love is the Key
that opens
and locks all doors
Irrevocably
no tears shed at weddings
future turns it back
on past tensed
were there
weddings
question mark
in time
sealed
official
red wax
stopped
Survival
reflex
temporal
hushed
yet
revealed
Pull the Trigger
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
“Remember Us” / Aqualung feat. Sara Bareilles
https://youtu.be/J5Ecrt96ojo
Assessment, 2.
How can we “cure” deviance when psychological positivism has many
distinct and conflicting theories?
https://openoregon.pressbooks.pub/ccj230/chapter/4-6-positivist-criminology
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Positivist_school_(criminology)
https://www.bartleby.com/essay/The-Psychological-Positivism-Theory-On-All-Of-F3EBSL9CPLL5
trigger.
https://www.goodtherapy.org/blog/psychpedia/trigger
LYRICS/ "Remember Us", Aqualung feat. Sarah Bareilles
https://genius.com/Aqualung-remember-us-lyrics
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Lady Labyrinth Poem
“Something More”
Softly pastels spill
from lips where
crimson speaks the heart
time brushed its coarse
hands along the body
of my work
and like a voyeur
you watched
the romance of it all
never once
being touched
your eyes kissed
the bell curves
as they rose and fell
such dedication
to the symphonic
values of love
you rolled over me
words you
cupped and held
read like a hot wet heart
something
of me in you
of you in me
you heard and felt
the whispered secrets
of wanting,
something more;
I held you
captive
in my hands;
penned.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
“In my life
the piano sings
brings me words
that are not
the strength
of strings
Firey rain and rubies
cooling in the sun
Now I see
that my world
has only
just begun
Notes that roll
on winds
with swirling wings
brings me words
that are not
the strength of strings...”
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Lady Labyrinth Poem
"Neophoca"
I was dragged
out of my ocean
of dreams
when they peeled
my skin, I was broken,
an endangered species
feeding bits of me
to the carniverous
genus species
the genus
and gender
predatory
covetting my
freedom they
lost themselves
in the comforting
arms of my trust
they wore me out
made sleeves
of me, stole
my baby
expensive collateral;
their ownership belittled,
bruised and scorched
victory marks
like tattoos
marched on me
they branded me,
attached
to my life
untruthful labels,
their ignorance
basking
became them,
the sins
of the fetid
patriarchy
such violence, this
devoted dv, the human
seed planted
my baby,
zoo trained
and chained
I became uprooted
stalked, staked and
claimed
I became owned
I drowned in my
mortal dreams
such violence, this
devoted dv, the
imprisoned truth
life blood escaping
the juxtaposed
real me
Selkie
the humble humboldt
priests call me
Neophoca cinerea
they call me
reverently,
they sing me home,
home
to my only
holy See
they call me
reverently
Selkie
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
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Lady Labyrinth Poem
"Scarecrow"
Worldliness
in those
who traverse
poets’
re-edited
edited
re-edited
thoughts;
semicolan, pause
their notes;
Mark a line
crossed black
on a
Poet’s cross
caught still
breeze blowing
through
tightly tied
forgotten
Love Knots
See there,
an entire
field of
a thousand or
more
Scarecrows
nodding
fixed to one spot
Witnessing all
through
footprints
left in
another's
foreign terrain
frozen cold
black footprints
somehow
become
pure white
in the bitter cold,
all invisible, now,
in the unmarked snow -
like ghosts
unseen and
coddled
for a while,
then like
the unrelenting
changing waves
in an Ocean
transpose to their
sullen lake tides
they walk on water
across your
eyes' mind
seen
visible
real
Read
RED
for just
a brief
moment -
just a swift
little while;
A field of
Scarecrows
nodding
fixed to one spot
Then eventually
seen there,
a different
plot -
Not to be
left waiting
like a
battered
Scarecrow
Love uncovered
discovered
for the first time
in a
strange place
Where through
passionate thoughts
a Che Guevara
wind blows
eradicates and
dissolves
footprints
from a burning
past and
closes
the
floodgate
to passive acceptance
of Chaos
Words like
Black Crows
slip their
shiny sharp beaks
through the
slip notes
of horse-haired
solitary jackets
and then to chew
course ropes
cawing,
lifting and
transporting
the trapped
and now free
none
The Story
rebounds
Novocaine Grey
to a shining
unburnished
northern type
Light
Dead and dulled
the unsure
freedom frightened
Confederate Ghosts
remain
hanging in a field
like Scarecrows
waiting to be
reignited by
some kind
of unknown
Love
released by
words that fly
like Black Crows
This then,
is the story
behind the
True
Scarecrow
Only the
soul of a
Child
that remains
in a
Scarecrow
knows
for they
are holding
the
Snowglobe
The Blind
in a random field turn,
lonely, sensating all,
all Nodding heads
packed in straw
instinctively,
they
know
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
gvlm
"Mother
is the name for
God
in the hearts and lips
of little children."
(William Makepeace Thackeray)
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Lady Labyrinth Poem
“The Dissolving Heart”
How many keys
played for seeds
bleeding a life
read, received
cast out
in the left field
planted in the heart
of karma to become
new life reflecting
inwards out to another
holding the echoing
music kept safe
still heard
and felt
for what it is
keys
and notes
found in the heart
played without
the score
separate
but never
apart
love opens
the closed,
the misunderstood
detached
freely
disengages to
all that was war
leaves it
where it belongs
in the past
dissolved.
no more.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“We behold what we are, and we are what we behold.”
The Bhagavad Gita
“The battlefield is a perfect backdrop, but the Gita’s subject is the war within, the struggle for self-mastery that every human being must wage if he or she is to emerge from life victorious. THE.” ‘
The Bhagavad Gita
“Perform all thy actions with mind concentrated on the Divine, renouncing attachment and looking upon success and failure with an equal eye. Spirituality implies equanimity.”
The Bhagavad Gita
“Asceticism is giving up selfish activities, as poets know, and the wise declare renunciation is giving up fruits of action. “
Krishna.The Bhagavad Gita
“When a person responds to the joys and sorrows of others as if they were his own, he has attained the highest state of spiritual union.”
The Bhagavad Gita
“I am Sama Veda among the Vedas; I am Indra among the Devas; I am the mind among the senses; I am the consciousness in all living beings.”
The Bhagavad Gita
“The law of karma states unequivocally that though we cannot see the connections, we can be sure that everything that happens to us, good and bad, originated once in something we did or thought. We ourselves are responsible for what happens to us, whether or not we can understand how. It follows that we can change what happens to us by changing ourselves; we can take our destiny into our own hands.”
Krishna-Dwaipayana Vyasa, The Bhagavad Gita
“The awakened sages call a person wise when all his undertakings are free from anxiety about results; all his selfish desires have been consumed in the fire of knowledge. The wise, ever satisfied, have abandoned all external supports. Their security is unaffected by the results of their action; even while acting, they really do nothing at all. Free from expectations and from all sense of possession, with mind and body firmly controlled by the Self, they do not incur sin by the performance of physical action. They live in freedom who have gone beyond the dualities of life. Competing with no one, they are alike in success and failure and content with whatever comes to them. They are free, without selfish attachments; their minds are fixed in knowledge. They perform all work in the spirit of service, and their karma is dissolved.”
Ved Vyasa, The Bhagavad Gita
“Seek refuge in the attitude of detachment and you will amass the wealth of spiritual awareness. Those who are motivated only by desire for the fruits of action are miserable, for they are constantly anxious about the results of what they do. When consciousness is unified, however, all vain anxiety is left behind. There is no cause for worry, whether things go well or ill.”
Krishna-Dwaipayana Vyasa, The Bhagavad Gita
“A gift is pure when it is given from the heart to the right person at the right time and at the right place, and when we expect nothing in return”
The Bhagavad Gita
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