One day we all die. All that remains are the photos and memories. Perhaps a person could write it all down and leave something of themselves behind; their thoughts, their memories. And in their written thoughts, perhaps "Love" is eventually understood and found. One day we all die. We all die one day. I shall ghost with the best of them ... a very ghostly ghost.(LadyLabyrinth/Leanne Lovejoy-Burton)
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One day we all die. All that remains are the photos and memories. Perhaps a person could write it all down and leave something of themselves behind; their thoughts, their memories. And in their written thoughts, perhaps "Love" is eventually understood and found. One day we all die. We all die one day. I shall ghost with the best of them ... a very ghostly ghost.(LadyLabyrinth/Leanne Lovejoy-Burton)
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Some things can never be forgiven. Forgiving yourself for not forgiving, is enough forgiveness. (LadyLabyrinth/Leanne Lovejoy-Burton)
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Some things can never be forgiven. Forgiving yourself for not forgiving, is enough forgiveness. (LadyLabyrinth/Leanne Lovejoy-Burton)
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Witches were once burnt at the stake for being something other than who they truly were, at the hands of people, who were less than noble in mind and more sullied. (LadyLabyrinth/Leanne Lovejoy-Burton)
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Witches were once burnt at the stake for being something other than who they truly were, at the hands of people, who were less than noble in mind and more sullied. (LadyLabyrinth/Leanne Lovejoy-Burton)
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Love cradles Sorrow for a while, comforting it in its arms, stroking it like a pet to be controlled, adored and loved, until Love realises that Sorrow needs free range to express itself. Eventually like all wild things, Sorrow needs to be released, to be transformed into something higher and more hauntingly beautiful. (Leanne Lovejoy-Burton as LadyLabyrinth)
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Love opens the door to and for Sorrow. The choice is Sorrow’s direction. Of course, interpretation is also poetically open, dear Poet. From observation, like Love, Sorrow adores company, like Love, Sorrow is not averse to sharing its cage with numbers of other Sorrows, all requiring to be fed, they eventually have their fill and leave, spreading their wings for Lighter realms.(Leanne Lovejoy-Burton as LadyLabyrinth)
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Love invites Sorrow in, to feed its hunger, quench its thirst...Sorrow has been sorely deprived of succour and unconditional nurture in most states of distress, sadness, betrayal, rejection, hurt, loss, grief (are only but a few called by name)...when Sorrow is well fed, and transfiguring into its better, higher lighter form, the captive/s eventually are let loose - it is Sorrow's choice of course, whether Sorrow stays or goes. (Leanne Lovejoy-Burton as LadyLabyrinth)
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"I will never murder my little darlings. I shall put them on a pedestal and feed them LOVE." (LadyLabyrinth/Leanne Lovejoy-Burton)
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"I will never murder my little darlings. I shall put them on a pedestal and feed them LOVE." (LadyLabyrinth/Leanne Lovejoy-Burton)
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Life and death. We are on loop. Many of us are surviving our own breech birth, after initial entry, in mysterious ways. Eventually, whatever the play or cost, light appears in one form or another. Much Love. Because Love is all that matters in this world for humanity to make Light, see Light. And that is what this world and humanity needs most. (Leanne Lovejoy-Burton as LadyLabyrinth)
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Love always calls us in. Unexpected, abrupt or not - the exit...the entrance, Love always calls us back in. (Leanne Lovejoy-Burton/aka Lady Labyrinth).
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"'Choices' are the tokens that take us to places perhaps we never wished we'd visited, but we leave with greater knowledge and a firmer and clearer understanding of ourselves and the truth of it all. We are a book of life constantly re-editing our pages and at the root of it all, we rely on our internal compass - for some, this is an elusive marker to locate, but eventually it is found. Never judge a book by its cover." LadyLabyrinth (aka Leanne Lovejoy-Burton).
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"Competitive, you bet. Life is about survival and survival is competition, but sometimes you must lose to win." Lovejoy-Burton writing as LadyLabyrinth
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Competitive, you bet. Life is about survival and survival is competition, but sometimes you must lose to win." Lovejoy-Burton writing as LadyLabyrinth
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"The more the journey inwards, the further the journey outwards."
(LadyLabyrinth/Leanne Lovejoy-Burton)
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What makes a man or woman, human? What makes a human put thoughts into words into stories? Surely, it is the Soul, the Higher Self that has the wish to convene with other souls. Is LOVE not the truest form of collaboration? When love transports a human out of the story into real life, then souls truly do meet. (Leanne Lovejoy-Burton writing as LadyLabyrinth)
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What makes a man or woman, human? What makes a human put thoughts into words into stories? Surely, it is the Soul, the Higher Self that has the wish to convene with other souls. Is LOVE not the truest form of collaboration? When love transports a human out of the story into real life, then souls truly do meet. (Leanne Lovejoy-Burton writing as LadyLabyrinth)
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"Perhaps, there is one thing that can defeat the Poet's heart, "Truth" in Love, because trust in Love is fallible without truth." (LadyLabyrinth, aka Leanne Lovejoy-Burton)
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"Perhaps, there is one thing that can defeat the Poet's heart, "Truth" in Love, because trust in Love is fallible without truth." (LadyLabyrinth, aka Leanne Lovejoy-Burton)
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"Poetry is the unveiling of all things beautiful, ugly, and real under ectoplasmic gauze and glamour mists or raw and in your face, presenting an underlying hidden truth, but always with passion and an underlying presence of truth." (LadyLabyrinth, aka Leanne Lovejoy-Burton)
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"Poetry is the unveiling of all things beautiful, ugly, and real under ectoplasmic gauze and glamour mists or raw and in your face, presenting an underlying hidden truth, but always with passion and an underlying presence of truth." (LadyLabyrinth, aka Leanne Lovejoy-Burton)
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"Even the mind fades with time . There’s no escaping it. One has to make the most of it (the mind) while they still have time and some youth left. What stays beautiful is the soul." LadyLabyrinth (Leanne Lovejoy-Burton)
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"Purple is swallowed regal royal and read, the Jade Green shallow ponds of wading tidal pools silently investigated, inquisitive slender fingers turn over smooth rocks and hard shells, eventually surprises - Asteroidea - in the oceans of a distant Turquoise harbour are found and kept; in the pages of dreams, saltwater mirrors fed and treasure boxes opened and plundered." Leanne Lovejoy-Burton
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ah, what happens to a man when he reaches the middle point, stasis turns inwards towards the future; ah, what happens to a man when he reaches crescendo, he drowns in her waves of bravado, each season humbled " Lovejoy-Burton (LadyLabyrinth 3rd Dec 2019)
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"ah, what happens to a man when he reaches the middle point, stasis turns inwards towards the future; ah, what happens to a man when he reaches crescendo, he drowns in her waves of bravado, each season humbled " Lovejoy-Burton (LadyLabyrinth 3rd Dec 2019)
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Some people breathe magic, some people don't. But know this, LOVE, is in all of us, dark and light. In the Light, it looks over us as a loving parent. In the Dark, it reaches out to us as a child. (LadyLabyrinth aka Leanne Lovejoy-Burton)
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"Surely, the Reader, is the writer of their own story and we are all kept in cages until our muse is let loose." Leanne Lovejoy-Burton
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"HONEY," she smiles,"life ain't all butterflies, bluebirds and perfumed rooms full of sweet peas and roses...Kiddo, more times than not, you're the knight in shining armour." Leanne Lovejoy-Burton
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