Mirror Mirror In the Skye Who's This Woman In Your Eye~

~sideways up the rabbit hole and through the hundred acre mirrors~

 Mirror mirror on the wall

and mirror in the sea of squall

do you love me on my knees

or prefer me standing proud and tall

looking glass embedded deep

against my fragments sold so cheap

to the man behind the owl mask

who fell through stains against my glass

where I unlatched a golden box

bit him through with paradox

uncurled his bow tie with my fingers

nimble women caught to linger

pressed against the stone mirage

of my self~inflicted sweet demise

because you see they killed me then

beneath cherry blossoms in his den

when the ball spun dervish devil lightning

and the horses ripped their bodies, fighting

against the code that pushed them down

into the hoofs, breaking ground

and the wolves were caught in daisy chains

of old grand woman draped in blame

as she struck him thrice and yet again

to the sound of music ‘gainst the bed

and cherry wood, it shattered crying

as the wolves rushed through to eat my bindings

but the blossoms rained down cherry pink

though they nursed me through the days of sin

the songs were beaten from my ribs

a nightingale torn from my throat

on the highest, sweetest silver note

 

Mirror Mirror in the skye

the boys look up and fall inside

but who's this woman in your eye

is she the thorn deep in your side

is she the cup of golden ale

that sent the king down to his grave

the barista with the swagger hips

as she hands you coffee like a kiss

the b***h in heels with whip quick tongue

who cut your throat with brandy love

and blocked your kindness with a smirk

when you knelt and gave her diamond perks

 

Mirror Mirror in the dark

what kind of ink could leave this mark

so deep embedded in these eyes

that witches covet, angels hide

mirror mirror tell me so

am I a story to be told

by others' lips and others' hope

as I wind myself in inner ropes

and tighten round my glass of shame

slip on gloves for velvet games

that open every curve of bone

like petals in a spring time prose

mirror mirror will they see

how I delight in being me

how pain is like the sweetest wine

how I crawl it through the dirt of time

with joy like flowers through my hair

my teeth inside a golden vein

mirror mirror how I dream

to one day shatter your extreme

and eat the glossy fragments down

until I'm cut from inside out

until the mirror mirrors me

my reflection back at me

and then and only then will I

know the woman swimming through my eyes

 

 

 

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Reviews

[Pax Analog]

Another richly mythic imagistic ride.

It's all just energy and consciousness. The wild ride, the crazy wisdom is when radical simplicity encounters convoluted phenomenology. One licks the honey-coated razor, noting the blood-honey mix on one's tongue dispassionately. An equal facility w/mad embrace and discerning release recalls stillness-in-the-cyclone Reality.

"mirror mirror how I dream/to one day shatter your extreme/and eat the glossy fragments down/until I'm cut from inside out/until the mirror mirrors me/my reflection back at me/and then and only then will I/know the woman swimming through my eyes"

I'm reminded of a few things. Borges' "Everything and Nothing," wherein Shakespeare communes w/a Voice out of a Whirlwind in a search for identity, having been everyone and no one -- just like God.

The very fact of vision, of imagery, of search, obscures that what we seek looks through our own eyes, that it is not the reflection, but the spacious intuition that liberates.

Everything reflects everything else -- all out of a Void.

Of course Shakti's mad phenomenological dance is a great delight to ineffable Shiva and they are always already One.

[Larry Dyson]

Nah on Saint Andrews Cross prefer..."do you love me on my knees
or prefer me standing proud and tall"..I see you fixed by Binds of Chain and Rope that fixes from inside......"by others' lips and others' hope
as I wind myself in inner ropes
and tighten round my glass of shame
slip on gloves for velvet games
that open every curve of bone
like petals in a spring time prose
mirror mirror will they see
how I delight in being me
how pain is like the sweetest wine
how I crawl it through the dirt of time"
Deliver I the thrice bound flogg.
I wouldn't curse the mangy hound
Who on the Word of Red resounds.

[StoryPosterShane]

Really Good Job :D

[AlieahRose]

IT WAS SO CONTADICTING FROM THE MIDDLE TO THE END...
I REALLY LOKE HOW YOU USED A LINE FROM AN ANIMATED MOVIE...
IT'S REALLY AMAZING...

[No regret]

wow !! you are a great writer !!

[Bard Constantine]

Life is a trip through self examination as well as self expression... an endless cycle as we seek to understand who we are and why; a trip expanded beyond ourselves to the heaving, roaring sea of Others who like us are on the same course, all those fragments that collectively make up the whole of Humanity. The key to understanding them is understanding ourselves; all the purity and evil within us that come together in warring parts... the most complex social study ever constructed...

[Claws Of Fury]

Extremely powerful. This was absolutely wondrous, I can't even believe how well this was written.

Great idea for a poem, and because of it's length, I was nervous I would be bored of it. I didn't. It was beautiful.

Love!

[Sean M. Addams]

very cool piece .. loved the imagnation in this alot ... you had some awesome lines in this piece ..overall I thought this was a brillant write from you... imagery was great !!! you did an excellent job on this ..

[Amy Bumpas]

Love this line:Mirror mirror on the wall

and mirror in the sea of squall

do you love me on my knees

or prefer me standing proud and tall

looking glass embedded deep

against my fragments sold so cheap

Of fantasy, arousal to looking at death in the eyes
Teasing, taunting, and yet we want more, to loo upon
the mystery of your words:))

[Jonathan De Elvira]

"do you love me on my knees

or prefer me standing proud and tall"...cool line....

yep, I got the impression of living between fantasy land and reality...

[Bubo]

mirror mirror how I dream
to one day shatter your extreme
and eat the glossy fragments down
until I'm cut from inside out
until the mirror mirrors me
my reflection back at me
and then and only then will I
know the woman swimming through my eyes


A tide of exploration, the mirror seems everywhere, as always such a giving piece, for you are in there, and I see you talk of breaking free from this mirror, becoming strong and you, you are more real to me than those I see face to face each day, I wonder if you mirror my thoughts too........you are just such a powerful writer, with emotional giving, and read carefully lessons to learn.