Your Sound
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@leahmonday
Your Sound
Place your sound 'tightly' inside any concept! The range is there
believe me, now believe you!
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
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
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
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
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
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
Sweetness
If "sweetness" was for sale, you--my darling love,
would be very "pricey"!
lm
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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