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Domme (Part 9): your theory
Being that I am who I am, I’ll ask you then again, domme morrigan, what am I? When also, people in rage let out hatred in honking – “I’m not even gay,” nothing Makes any sense, disorients, some ticking within me is just what theory wants, Yelling domme morrigan, she is what she is, in…
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Domme (Part 8): the Lovers
What is the idea of Form, is’t in the sound of a birds call, Ah, but, I hear you in’t Sit and listen, what will the sound tell me of Form Ah, but tell me I’ll hear it What am I meant to think, but Form gave you honey lips For you to speak it
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Domme and freaks (2)
The struggle of crazy laughter A they’ve already won Put you under their spell,A magnificently pathetic and even less powerful Hee-haw Crowd as shallow and meaningless as their lies and donkey tales Hee-haw They walk that lie A they’ve already won Put everyone under their spell Sham, anyhow, that’s why they talk, Like pinnocchio The…
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Domme (Part 7): a way out
It’s not really hell, domme morrigan, you see a fiery rain of speech craft, A crown bursts from a bush, being locked there it’s breath for society’s cursing, Bush of crowned colours – orange and green – take colour as a point, To which I give this meaning, in mine eyes, dear, yourself colourful Grew…
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Domme (Part 6): Being in communion
I dont know where or when or if I was born Or if the universe is pregnant with me And I’m being continually born but never was born …and everything is being born around me, as I look around me at everything being born out of the universe Was I not born, but was born…
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Domme (Part 5): gliding ecstasy
1 Middle of suburbia, what is wrong, and what is right? Can I venture, g, it’s Love decides? Enough of fear, and darkness, wrong or right, Love has arrived, only ever, Love – that’s who decides Birds come alive, swaying, Love dancing with trees Makes her way across Earth, spreading her leaves 2 Nothing to…
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Domme (Part 4): walking blessing
Beautiful to see you, majesty! Beautiful to be walking the earth of blessings Down the street God/dess in my walking feet God/dess walking with me God/dess bless the earth, goes walking Feeling the earth bless her feet Earth and god/dess walking with me, as you approach On a wish, ain’t life sweet?
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Domme (Part 3): where meet
I would have said, God resided, neuter within me, AND THEN You believed in God, and I believed in you, When you stood up for me, domme morrigan, What is true and good, you proved to me, and I found God inside you, because what you did, God would do You earned your place in heaven,…
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Domme (Part 2): and the tree
I sat there sitting there was this tree standing in the middle of Clayton. I watched this tree, and many hundreds of birds circled her and sat in her branches. And my hope circled round her, my mind a bird, sat among her pink leaves, offering me respite from the street. I thought you passed,…
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Domme (Part 1): bird’s call post Beltane
A bird is inspiring this song, coming from the dawn, tells me A meaning, the lyrics that stir in my soul, then flies off in silence Flies off whither songs go, and my own song breaks opens a call Attenborough asked how many songs has this world lost As the birds fall dead to earth,…