In this silken meadowland
By Lady-Bathsheba
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Have you ever woke
with the illusion?
That today you’ll fuse with fusion
Thus everything is sweet
But ….
By the time
The sun goes down
Into your cage
You will retreat
Moments of lucidity
Plague the true validity
Of a mind maligned and broke
Quick …
Catch the
Keeper of the Key
Omniscience for all to see
For this here life is
NOT
a joke
I
Poke
I
Choke
I sometimes stroke
But all to no avail
The monkey chatters constantly
In his universal veil
What to do?
Where to go?
How to fight his hold
Maybe …
In another life
My existence will be told
I know you see my weakness
As a blanket
Safe and warm
But…
Have YOU been in monkey’s meadow?
When the bees begin to swarm
Humming
Buzzing
Humming
Bedlam in my brain
Frantic and frenetic to board this honey train
Traversing peeling papers
Unconnected on the floor
I now accept what fate beholds me
I am a prisoner of war
Please ….
Take my hand
Please …
Soothe my soul
Please …
Keep me safe from
ME
And when I live my brand new life
I will be your constant devotee
I will pick you flowers every day
Born of wild stock
We will live and love so merrily
Our souls will interlock
And if you feel a little down
I will gently take your hand
Soothe your soul
Keep you safe
In this silken meadowland
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I like the way this poem is
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Love this one Lady B, really
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