Leah Monday Writings

Writings and Illustrations of Faces of a Butterfly

[leahmonday]

Your Sound

Place your sound 'tightly' inside any concept! The range is there

    believe me,  now believe  you!

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Old Days, New Nights

 The old day sank into the new night and whispered dried-up words

 to its disappearing shadows,

 as twisted love was growing and being unequally placed on the

 outer perimeters so much, the intensity was implacable.

 Even the dissolving "rain-shadows" failed to sense any dysfunctional

 expression. Unseen, yet uneven, glances were dropping off from the flat

 smiles, and the familiar, "unfamiliarities", were secretly vanishing

 and all that was ever lovingly kissed was never missed, 

 even when the "new opening night" followed the "old closing day".

   Leah Monday

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Lacerated Light

Oh my God, nothing registers anymore.

It feels like slices of the sky are being peeled off their entrusted

intention and fields of slumber have slipped off their axes.

Now what do I do?

I can't find my direction back to the edge of an old piece of

"rusty, wired hope", that I purchased from an elusive climax,

that was "tearing" its face off, while attempting to breathe inside

a self-induced breakdown.

If I could only find one emotion, to hold onto,

just one fucking emotion,

then I'd be able to stumble back to my reluctant "step of rigidity".

Listen to my tunneling, as my fingers bleed,

through barren levels of volatility that are saturated with layers of

frigidity. I screamed with tenuous confidence, searching for some

applicable remedies, but all the local retailers were "all sold out".

"Let it go", "let it go", those tedious words, were ringing inside my

ears as if they truly shine under a dark sun, however, it's all bullshit,

as the "lacerated light" dripping down, from somewhere above the

final culmination only fosters "motions of pitied meanings and shaded

laughter".

lm

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The Planet Earth Unplugged?

You're constantly stumbling over your own shadow, without even

knowing you are. Why is that wave of conscious activity never

breathing within your chambers of love? I do though, like you for

what you're not, but ought to be! There is such a subliminal

enhancement on the missing horizon, crying to be understood, but

no one stops to look! You do realize, don't you, that your abyssal

thoughts travel alone, along side your impressionable imagination

and those thoughts are gaining depth, but do cry for peace, often.

OK then, let's "go back" and play on an old piece of torn carpet as

we listen to what can't be heard anymore. We all need a healthy

distraction, one that won't cost us a meal. Sometimes, you're not

even here when you are here, so when you're not, where are you?

Maybe, you're hiding inside yourself, with your heart locked up! Well,

someday you'll have to release yourself from your own heavy

encumbrance. The now reality is so lethargically inept, it's become

real in an unreal shape. Hey, maybe, the now reality can "shape-shift"

or maybe it's manufactured! What did you mumble? There are now two

suns staring at the planet earth? How long haven't we known this? No

wonder, you're stumbling over your shadow, maybe cause you really

have two shadows! Let me know if your answers, question themselves

as if they are the only questions. I need to find that out, prior to the

planet earth becoming unplugged! OK?

lm

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Does it Even Matter,when You Don't Matter, if it does?

Everything you did, wasn't really done, cause you never did it!

Your heart is beating faster, but nothing's telling you why.

You're feeling pains submerged in pains that won't communicate.

Hush up your image that senses yourself. You're always kissing

the "end of a day" hoping to laugh, just a tiny bit, but you won't

laugh, cause you can't. Go on, hug your "last convulsive gasp" and

spin it off, like a toy top, into an endless night. Maybe, just maybe, the

eye of the morning will show! You read about love in one of those 

cheap magazines, filled with naked minds that stare at you

without even knowing you're looking at them. You say to yourself, why

can't I have some of their happiness and be like them? Well, you can't

have their happiness, cause there ain't any and if ya give it some

special thought you are just like them. Look at the way you wipe

your mouth. Your polished nails are chipping and the gloss is gone.

Even your reflection is no longer reflecting any cause to respond.

Perhaps, if someone, looking like you, had done, for you, everything

you didn't do, "the needed to be done, would have been done".

Can you feel that conception?

Does it even matter when you don't matter, if it does?

lm

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Having it All

If we don't have what we have, what do we have?  I fell off the bench

next to the quaint water fountain, in the old park, thinking about it!

I quietly laughed with my inner thoughts, knowing, that i didn't have too

much, not to have anyway. So what do I have to do, to have what

I have?

Having what I have, leads me to believe that I have it. So, understanding

my having what I have, I climbed back onto that bench next to that quaint

water fountain in that old park and realized that I do have what I have,

even if I don't have it,  I have it all!

lm

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Farther

So, you were told, at some point in your current existence,

that  "you are who you are and that's as far as it goes". Well,

my still conscious friend, yes, "you are who you are, however,

you can go as far as you decide to go and even further if you

decide so"! Your "self-created" topographic point, lights up your

splendor, as it tosses a zephyr found inside a tornadic wind, into

the essence of your soul. The continued warmth of the divine words will

always be there to fill up your empty cup as needed. Your love is never

damaged, but rather loaded with fresh, resplendent buds spilling

over their manifestations as they embrace the spiritual air of the GODS.

Your 'YOU' is so enchanting, so in line with the inherent flow of 

itself and truly never in question. So, my friend, just "carry on", with

continuity, as you soar through your troposphere to your upper 

atmosphere, perpetuating the innate perpetuation that's depicting

the journey of who you are and will be  farther  on!

lm

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Sweetness

    If "sweetness" was for sale, you--my darling  love,

    would  be  very   "pricey"!

  lm

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CRYING SKIES

We will be standing tall in a small space

waiting in a long line, near the inside of the

"broken end of time".  We're imploring for some

of the "what's left intrinsic light" to quietly shine

and comprehend any of the "sub-contracted" reasons

that shield the authenticity encircling the pale

              CRYING  SKIES.

Toxic winds blowing downward and south from ceilings

of "dead stars",  blow their toxins relentlessly.

We were all searching out each other,

but not one of us were found.

lm

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INNER LOVE

You know, every time, I sweetly kiss your "glowing face",

I see your "INNER LOVE" for me

climbing into my "INNER LOVE" for you!

We do, really, LOVE each other, don't we!

IT FEELS SO VERY NICE TOUCHING SUCH  A CARESSIVE  FIT!

lm

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We Need to Stay Here & maybe Catch Up to the Now, Later

We really need to know about our special

past life together;

It must be soaked with one climax after another.

After all, only we could ever surpass only we. Have we

ever felt totally removed from the we, we knew centuries ago,

during that past life?

Close off the opened ending as the new beginning(from the past)

needs lots of room, and we voyage back to those days and

dance together, once again, as we did back then. Maybe you were

me and I was you and everything was shining under a bright sky

and a normal, clear sun. The glittering flowers were blooming with

such a quiet fragrance as the sweet pieces of a warm day slowly

climbed upon us. We ran together, love-in-love, through the 

cheerful meadows of  "loving life" and enthralled each other with

each other's organic,wet  passion. We were in love and nothing could

get in front of that! We sang in harmony with the comforting, cordial

spring breeze that encircled our precious goals from our

enchanting moments of wide opened desire. It's all just so

pleasantly involved as the artistic air smiles with open serenity

and loving integrity. I do believe we need to stay here and maybe 

catch up, to the now, later.

lm

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Tiny Pink Butterfly Tears

The sweet, Tiny Pink Butterfly flew quaintly through the thoughts of

your secret heart and kissed your most precious moments that were

concealed there. She touched those ineffable feelings, you know, those

inexpressible sensations that will forever dance with their energy inside

your sacred creation of luminous love, that for some inexplicably sad

reason, now sit alone. She viewed your "satin vase" that comforts

every lonely teardrop you've ever shed. She then fell asleep on your 

pillow of archaic dreams. (those dreams full of loving promises

never honored.)

The Tiny Pink Butterfly, as she slept ever so quietly, then sobbed a

multitude of "Tiny Pink Butterfly Tears", for you, blanketing the night

sky softly pink.

lm

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Yesterday with Tomorrow

I don't know what yesterday was

so I wonder what tomorrow will be!

I love to smell the sweet freedom that graciously encircles

my world. The scent of a precious love. To be captured

by the passionate aroma from a bouquet of white lilacs.

Oh, so many fine visions dance openly inside my head

without reserve. So many loving desires, roads to journey,

signing on the line of hope that we all need--it's all directly

in front of us, as well as inside us. Resonate with the pure

energy that nurtures our "being", there's still time to do so,

however, we must all embrace each other on a frequency of

sincere compatibility disconnected with ulterior agendas. We

must all welcome each other with both arms, on an equal basis,

free of unhealthy winds circling the false promotions of stranded

life. We need the yesterday that's gone, to know the

tomorrow that's coming! Yes, a yesterday with tomorrow!

lm

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Fields of Flowers

Fields of flowers have been picked and so stand alone.

Sensitive moments of lost time that had surrounded the open

isolation, cry in a dark sleep.  You have disappeared, thus

generating waves of a lonely sadness. The reality realizes the reality

and only that, as it listens to the inner sound of its own sound!

We all, in such an inefficient manner, try to design and then redesign

our own perimeters that encircle the center of a new reality and then

by medicating our chance, we think we're able to kiss the truth of what's

always not been there.

Hold closely to your heart,

the deep loving feelings that speak to you and worship you, for they

do produce those pure thoughts and without those special feelings all 

just becomes raw and mechanical. Don't suffocate the life of any star,

but instead, inspirit its reason to glow. Let those fields of flowers

be who they are-----healthy, happy  and crowded.

lm

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The CUSHIONED HILL

The passion that sits high on the "CUSHIONED HILL"

runs quietly  through the "shreddable greenery".

Little lost kisses that were never kissed were always

waiting for a returning season which never did show.

The band, under the edge, played "upside-down", thus their

music was always dropping away from their purpose and

when their final "curtain call" arrived, even the "seats of the

theater" had left. So, what really transpired during the sequel

without a screen-play? Was it a hidden feeling lying under

a mattress, never to be rotated to the surface? Why were

"love-songs" singing as if they "knew  love" yet they were

never in love? The wise answers can't be read on "pages of

vulnerability",learn this lesson, eventually prior  to "progressing

inside a regression"! Hey, grab your passion and sit with me

on the "CUSHIONED HILL", perhaps, we'll "know each other"!

lm

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WHERE IS IT?

One should  not have to purchase or earn HAPPINESS.

HAPPINESS should just be there, directly in front of you and

always encircling you!

So, let me ask one,  a question--

Where the fuck is it?

lm

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Wonder What I'll Be Thinking

As I ran down the hill, I was thinking

about running up the hill.

As I ran up the hill, I was thinking

about running down the hill.

I became so confused, I began to shake and cry.

I tried to skip inside the circle,

but kept tripping over the invisible line

and always had to start the game over.

Everyone watching, laughed till they couldn't breathe.

I don't know what I felt at that moment,

maybe I hid in my darkness.

Should I walk faster or just slow down the world?

I can't seem to make it all work,

too many parts are missing,

so, i'll just find another hill to run up,

and then run down,

But, I wonder, what I'll be thinking!

lm