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Leanne Lovejoy-Burton Poem
"COMMUNION"
You speak to me in tongues
I hear you with my heart
I feel you with my mind
Like a Spring bloom, I am slowly unfurling
Like a ripe plum, you taste me in my rhymes
You touch me black ink injected drug potent
Red Poppies between lines
I sense you in your dreams
They are swelling next to mine
Like a drunk, I swallow all your delicious words
You turn into endless Golden Chalices of Altar Wine
I see you through your mirrors
COMMUNION - You see me, walking now through mine.
(Lovejoy-Burton/2018 EASTER)
communion
noun
1.
the sharing or exchanging of intimate thoughts and feelings, especially on a mental or spiritual level.
"in this churchyard communion with the dead was almost palpable"
2.
the service of Christian worship at which bread and wine are consecrated and shared.
"Communion was celebrated once a month"
synonyms: Eucharist, Holy Communion, Lord's Supper, Mass
"he believed in Christ's presence among the faithful at Communion"
3. The Bible
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bible
4. KJV
https://www.bible.com/bible
5. Scientific Explanation of How the Image was formed on the Shroud of Turin.
Part 1
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pdwnTpWXi3M
Part 2A
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=efEDb2jHyMY
PART 2B
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=0mK4ImwiJ9g
6. The Spirit, The Blood and The Water
6a
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=LTF6vDtvH0g
6b
https://wyattmuseum.com/ron-wyatt-chromosome-count-in-blood-sample/2016-11862
6c
https://jonah135588.wordpress.com/2008/10/22/deathbed-confession-of-ron-wyatt-discoverer-of-the-ark-of-the-covenant/
6d
https://youtu.be/B8TRoQk6WUE
6e "The Truth Adds Up"
https://youtu.be/9oJj6S5wByM
"The Golden Way", David Sylvian (Lyrics)
https://www.flashlyrics.com/lyrics/david-sylvian/the-golden-way-63
Song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w-TGWewQcaQ
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Leanne Lovejoy-Burton Poem
"Captive Deep Blue Je Reviens"
I walk beside you
in your dreams,
you are always in me
warm and pounding,
twin heart,
burning bright flame,
beautiful addiction
captive deep blue je reviens
Sun igniting,
I stand with you, invisible
we are haunting
the deserted
French vanilla streets,
where time stands still
I am always holding your hand,
fingers entwined
the warm breeze caresses skin,
lingers like lips
your after scent hidden on me.
Undressed
my deserted garden
waits wild, abandoned,
growing lurid pinks recklessly
stranded impatiens
they are waiting
lying open
in beckoning lush wet valleys
of pungent violets, wild primroses,
erin lillies and oriental orchids
serpents climbing
thick green wooded trees
wrapping legs, bare feet
“K.I.S.S.”, you whisper to me.
I never leave you
throughout my days
you are always in me
warm and pounding,
obsessed my dangerous
possessed ruinous twin heart,
burning bright flame,
beautiful addiction
captive deep blue je reviens
and the nights I sleep
breathing in and out
in crushed velvet dark
your name speaks mine
whispering sweet longings
sliding hips our hands
drawing new cartography.
Awake
I am searching for you
while scrying mirrors
it’s not my eyes I see
Yours are the windows
of another soul
staring back at me
Somewhere
on the other side
worlds away from me
Confederate Ghost
bewitching familiar
haunting passionate
down to a sunless sea
my spent obsidian
clandestine Coleridge
My absent Valentine
Split in two,
living in another time.
I walk
beside you
in your dreams,
you are always in me
warm and pounding,
twin heart,
burning bright flame,
beautiful addiction
captive deep blue je reviens
My absent Valentine.
(Lovejoy-Burton/Jan 2018)
“And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced:
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail:
And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river. “
"And It All Began With You" / Gary Numan
https://youtu.be/fM265RXVxLw
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“Die Another Day”
“Your mission, should you so deem it,
Is to infiltrate ALL Fluff Clusters in K.A.O.S. Headquarters
And bloody well steam it!”
“The Place is a hazardous mess of a trap
Over run with Double Agents, ulterior motives
Amorous Nuns-on-the-Run drooling ardent dreams
of swimming naked
in buckets of Blood Red Roses
69’ers come 96’ers with rapturous missives
Requiring decoding –
And their artillery compares to none other in this world -
Containing the most dangerous pensive locked-up emotions!
Written superfluously with more than likely Nootropics,
Toadstools (sic) Toad stools and
viperous inebriated poisonous frog posing lotions.
The place itself dear girl, is infested with Love Potions and
Lust boats rocking furiously on Saga-full
swelling erotic and Sensual oceans.
The place needs fumigating, too many damn birds!
They breed lice! Not to mention the droppings
Full of ‘sweet nectar’ brings in all the
Rats and the mice!
You are required to go in there dear Agent Petrova
And blow it apart with your Vixenish explosives and coat it
In mind numbing black and white Zebra striped run away train words
in subterranean doses.”
M barked in clipped soft tone staccato and contradictory whisper
Eyes like a Hawk watching the shadows while tickling her cactussing
hormonal whiskers -
A viperish Tongue that could lash and deliver one such hell burning blisters
To recalcitrant Frenchmen Stinking Frogs and
Germans, dismissive.
“This should be fun!” S.A.P. processed the new Dossier nonchalantly,
Clicking her sharp stillettos down endless corridor mazes with glee.
Dress-ups, disguises, nom de plumes - this thought She, was
definitely SHE.
Elegant, eloquent, Walk-the-Talk, machine gun ‘em down
Special Agent Petrova
Very Special S.A.P.
Is in town!
Not loose, never for free
Spray the room with her intoxicating perfume and
her Che Guevara
Che SHE
Pursuing (sic) perusing
the mission with loaded quill in her hand
She'd stroke and smoke out the big guns
Morphing her guises, transfiguring
Speaking in tongues
Pinning their tales all over her
“favourite” walls
All agents on the run, what a Fluff Cluster Spree...
Captivating Foreign and Homeland
Corral only the best
Capture them all
Arrest and divest
Subterfuge forays were her forte
This she thought was apt
Analysing the Attache
She had it down pat.
To hell with all Pernod Swilling French Men
Run amok and astray…
To hell with the Toads in their Dark Green sordid sortie
She was on with the mission
She’d
DIE ANOTHER D. DAY
(Lovejoy-Burton/2018)
1. :)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UWr_1uLjqic
2.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3S65u5qK6dc
3.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NDhhdG-nslg
4.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=isAUOa50wdA
"There are some agents who don't end their sentences with a proposition"/Jan Morrow.
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"Thy Beautiful Heart : The Blue Faerie’s Baby"
'Tis brave the heart of a lionhearted cub
When Butterflies aren’t pretty
Aren’t all what they seem
Monsters that do steal teeth
from the Blue Faerie's Baby
A glass jar full of plundered precious
Pearls of White Ivory,
not sweet honey bees
The cub must remember the magic strength of
LOVE
Stand firm clasping it to
thy beautiful heart
thy beautiful heart that was borne from pure love
all of her beautiful dreams
to believe to dream real
“Walk with courage”, she heard her say
Soft footsteps always follow
They’ve never walked away
Guarding her from wolves and monks gone astray
Both are walking in Light beams the two from the Fey
All will come good on the morrow
For the Blue Faerie’s Baby
There is to be no more Black Sorrow
Love, Time is tumbling
Love with all of thy beautiful heart
Time, 'tis no more to be borrowed.
Love's kiss from a mother's heart
breaks the Papillon Spell.
(Lovejoy-Burton, August 2018)
for my daughter, Georgia -
Close your eyes when you listen to the music...it adds more power to the spell.
Symphony for Eight/Philip Glass
(Original music video removed from Youtube, replaced with current, "Conjunto", Symphony for Eight Cellos, PeterRudolfi/Youtube)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cKEq56mDLg4
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"My Daughter My Nation"
The climate of Georgia
is diverse,
considering the nation’s
small size.
She walks with her head
held high,
ultra dignified
My daughter,
whom I love “Most".
I am her Black Sea,
her West Coast.
Familiar, yet -
uncharted territory
a foreign country drowned,
a mysterious
unconquered frontier.
Always close,
my tides touch her shore,
then recede.
She dips her toes,
considers which boat
to launch off in,
which adventure to seize.
Waves of a Mother -
calm then stormy seas,
low tides, high tides,
cool deep waters,
then LOVE's blistering
burning breeze.
In water’s introspection
A natural evolution
from station to station,
perfect reflection, an observation -
“TAKE LIFE!”, Ocean calls
to her Nation,
without hesitation.
Courage of Child-no-longer.
Independent, clever
Woman now, she’s “BECOMING” -
Stronger and stronger.
Familiar, yet -
Uncharted territory
a foreign country
a mysterious,
unconquered frontier,
that's My Daughter,
My Nation.
Georgia.
No maps required,
straight to the HEART -
Simple, pure magic vibration,
this my celebration,
My Daughter
Queen of your own
Evolving, Stronghold Nation,
GEORGIA.
(Lovejoy-Burton/2018 Jan)
1.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v6wc41N-GYY
2.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QSJfOLLE0Fk
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“Next Chapter”
There will always be a next chapter
Written or not, this is of no matter
What matters is the colour forming in your world
Black is not a colour, it dominates, shades and swallows other colours up,
It exists to be blended with White, a vacant aberration one can easily fill in and colour over
What one is looking for is the colour in the spectrum, not yet found
To be newly created with all available emotions to hand and heart and mind
There will always be a next chapter
Written or not, this is of no matter
What matters is the colour forming in your world
Beginning
End? there never is an end
What matters is the colour forming in your world
(Lovejoy-Burton/2018 March)
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(Best read with this poem's theme music playing)
"BLACK SWAN THEORY"
Free Agent
Black Swan Theory
White Pearl rolling in
Some kind of Black Pearl World
Black Swan Theory
Decoded, Fragile Love Songs Broken in
Some Kind of Black Pearl World
Red Shoes Dance Home with the Witch-Way Girl
Decoded, Fragile Love Songs Broken in
Free Agents' Escape Dossier, you’re handed free tokens
Red Shoes Dance Home with the Witch-Way Girl
Vapid Vanilla Kisses, Black Marzipan my Villain's Secret Kisses Unfurl
Free Agents' Escape Dossier, you’re handed free tokens
Love’s Bullets melting Hot Ice Heart
Vapid Vanilla Kisses, Black Marzipan my Villain's Secret Kisses Unfurl
Diamond Hieroglyphics My Windows on Your World
(Lovejoy-Burton/April 2018)
"rara avis in terris nigroque simillima cygno"
"Subway"/Peter Murphy
https://youtu.be/iiUOUNubUW4
https://genius.com/Peter-murphy-subway-epilogue-lyrics
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“The Swoon Hypothesis” - Part 1
“Come, take my hand”, you say, “I will show you a story”.
So, I place my hand in yours, we walk barefoot cool, in scorching sand.
Strange I think, no footprints, no burns, no shadows, as I hold your hand.
The desert winds whisper your words to me, your eyes clear and blue as the cloudless sky.
So, I place my hand in yours, we walk barefoot cool, in scorching sand.
The silence in your eyes speak secrets, a chapter hidden away, not for all to know.
The desert winds whisper your words to me, your eyes blue and clear as the cloudless sky.
Not one word from your lips, but I listen to you, as we wander through the Silent Years.
The silence in your eyes speak secrets, a chapter hidden away, not for all to know.
As a boy you learnt your family trade, then you dwelt in Roman Judean caves learning in the Library of the Essenes rebellious, brave.
Not one word from your lips, but I listen to you, as we wander through the Silent Years.
Twelve your favored number, the missing final scroll you hand to me, “Take note of the story I deliver, you will soon see”.
As a boy you learnt your family trade, then you dwelt in Roman Judean caves learning in the Library of the Essenes rebellious, brave.
A strong and loyal ally you made in your friend, the rich Merchant from Arimathea.
Twelve your favored number, the missing final scroll you hand to me, “Take note of the story I deliver, you will soon see”.
You take my hand, we walk out of the desert down to the Sea, we are on a Ship, you softly sing to my mind, Blake’s “Jerusalem” as we journey far out to another land beyond our ocean, you laugh, “It’s an adventure, a great mystery”, you smile like an old friend, at me.
A strong and loyal ally you made in your friend, the rich Merchant from Arimathea.
He stands next to you and I on the deck, soon we alight onto dry land, the Scroll becomes parchment, ancient Pali you hold in your hands – there in it’s script, your name recorded in the Vedas’ Bhavishya Purana.
You take my hand, we are far from the sea, now we are in Ladakh, in the majestic Mountains of Kashmir much higher and closer to the One sometimes felt not yet met.
You are far from the One I know, smiling and chanting with holy monks, your loyal brothers in Tibet.
(Lovejoy-Burton/2018 April)
"The Sacrificial Man should be closely tied to the sacrificial pillar." (Sathapathabrahmana 3.7.3.1)/Vedas
"The Sacrificial Man should return to life after the sacrifice." (Brhadaranykopanisad 3.9.28.4,5)/Vedas
1. Om
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8sYK7lm3UKg
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“ANTE BELLUM”
BEIGEBest served where it can’t be seen
On Stirling Silver platters
With redruM narcotics
Delivered by sharp Blood-Red
Well-mannered talons
Strutting in sleek wet rolling tight-skirted
Long French Silk Stockinged legs all the way down to
Lethal Six Inch stilettos -
Manolo Blahniks -
Shiny Pearls of cream glisten
Around the Chanel Milk White necks
dripping Manuka-honeyed smiles
Ripping eyes out of the
bent-back sockets
of the Board-men’s heads,
A contingent of seasoned
office sex and politics
Bullet-busted Fembots
that bend just-so and flex.
"Just a"
Nubile serving wench
delivers
Beige redruM
Served best
- “Chilled” -In Wedgewood Crystal Goblets
to the
Old Boys
with their over-sweeps, Orange tans, Viagra
and their assorted
kinda-Liquorice-All Sorts
Rainbow coloured
Bags of Candy
popping Pretty Pink Heart Pills,
Gluttonous, arrogant and unaware
Sitting "stiffly"
in their Pucci underwear
and vintage Cardin
and saintly Laurent
knifeline-pressed suits that scream
"J'ai tres tres debonnaire!"
Moving pieces on the table, their version of
Monopoly becomes
Truth or Dare,
Their countenance smoothly conveys,
“I am your Over Lord, Beware”,
as they swap business cards from their fat and
overflowing wallets while
sitting like Supreme Beings in their Lair,
chortle vociferously unfazed,
"the women are 'just' trollops",
they compare,
who has bigger guns and
troops that pack the best
Hell of a Chlorine Gas skin burning internal organs Whollop!
As they play their little games,
Pumping Masonic “G” fisted
Greasy milk from their lubricated, soiled and fetid pockets,
Swapping innocent lives
For lethal chemicals, blood spray, tumbling heads and hellfire
A cheap deal for Black Liquid Gold and
Bolshy Atomic Rockets.
There they sit, puffed up, superficial
Poisonous and salivating
consorting silent, sophisticated, bestial
Around an ancient table (metaphorically speaking)
they all are orderly, noxious, and sublimely fecal.
Drunk on power, they are inebriated
It shines and reflects in the faces
Of these Narcissisitic dead-eyed
Lupine Grinning
Fork-tongued hissing
False Phrophets
who think that they are
“Winning”.
They are Slender Man
each and every one -
As they maim, murder and taste the blood
Of all God’s children,
Lambs to the slaughter.
Yes they are Slender Man
Well hidden in the beat-up
They are the ones,
The True Forgotten -
They think that they are
hidden.
While from their view at 666
Across the Harbour
That is really Styx,
Ishtar wears her Crown of Seven Thorns
The Shining Whore of Mystery Babylon
Tres tres adored...
The Fembots lean in seductively
With just the right amount and
slightest hint of cleavage.
They serve their trays of
BEIGE,
While the Old Boys
Grin at their sweet dewy melons
And wish for Younger Days
and hot sex with
shame 'n fame
street walking
hungry-cum-centre-folding-Greenbacked-felons.
Who can say, is this scene all too late to summon?
Before the War is come?
CODE WORD:
Ante Bellum.
BEIGE.
Best served where it blends in, can’t be seen
Po 210, an excellent year.
(Lovejoy-Burton/April 2018)
New York?
17 'For in one hour such great riches came to nothing.' Every shipmaster, all who travel by ship, sailors, and as many as trade on the sea, stood at a distance 18 "And cried out when they saw the smoke of her burning, saying, 'What is like this great city?' 19 "They threw dust on their heads and cried out, weeping and wailing, and saying, 'Alas, alas, that great city, in which all who had ships on the sea became rich by her wealth! For in one hour she is made desolate.'
Whore of Babylon?
The Whore of Babylon is described as a harlot who sits on many waters in Revelation 17:1. The Hudson, Harlem, East, and Hackensack Rivers empty into New York Harbor, and many rivers in Connecticut also empty into Long Island Sound. The place where the East River meets Long Island Sound is called Hell Gate. On Long Island, there are suburbs of New York City called North Babylon, West Babylon, and Babylon. The Whore of Babylon was the Babylonian goddess of war and sexual lust known as Ishtar, whom other Semitic peoples of the ancient Middle East knew as Astarte, Ashtoreth, or Asherah, and who was called Aphrodite by the ancient Greeks and Venus by the Romans. The Statue of Liberty itself was modeled on the ancient Roman goddess of Libertas.
1. Owls/Bilderbergers
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fEbI5OUcD4M
2. David Rockefeller's Chilling 1991 Speech at a Bilderberg Meeting
http://www.collective-evolution.com/2017/03/21/the-new-world-order-david-rockefellers-chilling-1991-speech-at-a-bilderberg-meeting/
3. Is the Statue of Liberty the Whore of Babylon
http://www.ardentseeker.com/Whore%20of%20Babylon/statue-of-liberty-as-ishtar.html
4. Ishtar
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inanna
5. Spys, Intelligence
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poisoning_of_Alexander_Litvinenko
6. The Manhattan Project
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manhattan_Project
7. The Plutonium Files
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Plutonium_Files
8. Putin predicts global 'chaos' if West hits Syria again
(MSN.COM.AU, 16/4/18)
https://www.msn.com/en-au/news/world/putin-predicts-global-chaos-if-west-hits-syria-again/ar-AAvUo9z?li=AAgfYrC&ocid=mailsignout
9. Trump and The Storm
http://www.bbc.com/news/world-us-canada-43334326
https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/the-fix/wp/2018/04/15/why-the-lewd-trump-russian-prostitute-allegation-is-a-distraction-and-we-should-all-be-careful/?noredirect=on&utm_term=.d3307abe648c
10. The 666 Fifth Avenue Address
https://nypost.com/2017/04/18/the-scandalous-history-behind-kushners-ritzy-midtown-building/
http://www.slate.com/blogs/moneybox/2017/04/07/kushner_s_666_5th
_avenue_is_a_perfect_metaphor_of_the_trump_administration.html
11.Chemical Attack,Syria
http://www.bbc.com/news/world-middle-east-43697084
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“Winter’s Journey” (Part 1b)
Your mother's Universe resounds inside you
where you are every single sparkling star
in every planet’s sky, the Galaxies are vast you see,
in you she’ll never die.
You are all the pearls in all her deepest azure oceans,
every minuscule grain of sand,
all the coal shining precious diamonds in far away mysterious lands,
and the perilous ocean ice-packs where she stood so strong for you.
You are all the treasures in her treasure box, spilling out from
bulging lid,
lying quietly in your very own ocean for you to discover when you're
not a kid.
You must remember Little Bear, you're never really
alone nor apart.
Mother Bear is crying out her messages loud and very clear
all over strange clouds and distant airwaves to you,
that she is always very very near.
It rings mercilessly out it’s message
like a toll bell ringing in a raging ocean storm,
remember this message always,
nothing could ring more clearer -
What you think is “easier”
is never,
usually the norm.
Believe what she has taught you, the Truth will always steer you Home
when your inner map is foggy,
or your caught pinned somewhere perilous
beneath this expansive Dome.
Listen and remember, keep faith in what she imparts,
this is your shield to deflect all that will burn only for a little while,
it’s just a slight nip, a sharp sting,
but will never be the Fire that will ever destroy your heart.
You take your lessons from her, an elixir full of love,
you fall over, you get straight back up again, put on your special gloves;
you’re made of her strong stuff you see and it is made from unbreakable
LOVE.
The TRUTH is Baby bear,
a Sea Leopard never changes it’s spots.
This is what you must remember, never forget,
not one jot.
I know it is hard to fathom, let it sink where it belongs.
The Strongest Kindest Polar Bear would forgive, learn and reflect,
but the Strongest Kindest Polar Bear, will impart to you now,
one must never ever forget.
Little Bear, you must get back in the Ocean
swim through all that flotsam too,
follow the other Polar Bears, your like-minded stalwart brethren
to pristine crystal water views.
Have no fear
you will make it through all that wash,
they are the ones you want swimming with you,
not the other shallow dross,
the ones stuck in a Zoo,
the ones caught in steel cages
standing in their own poo.
Follow the Sea Birds, the Albatross too,
for they are good luck to bring a
Mother HOME to you.
(Lovejoy-Burton/Dec 2017)
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