The Mage Speaks
(A lone voice whispers)
Hello dear reader
My silent old friend
Have you returned to read my translucent hypnotic thoughts again
The one's I write here sometimes
With my favourite black and white pen
Stories and poems collected from when I'm sleeping
When I listen to lost souls when they gather and slowly start speaking
Stories of how they miss walking in the rain
And touching their loved ones who still in the realms of the living remain
Especially now in 2021 with this virus
Lost in poetic visions we converse in silence
Walking through some streets
Filled with love or political violence
To narrow green fields or side roads filled with yellow cobblestones
As newly elected dictators try to run the old asylums
It's usually at three o'clock when those quiet friendly voices suddenly stop
That I then see a brief flash of crimson light
Lighting up the early morning night
Then they who shall not be named always appear
Standing on my right
Maybe twenty-five or more
Just hiding behind a shadowy door
More voices but louder
Pleading and always talking without speaking
As I stand spiritually in the Astral Realms
Quietly listening
They talk of dark things I could never share
For if I did they said they'd haunt you too
Since they just love stalking the unprepared
I'll now go and no more disturb your sounds of silence
For even fools knows like cancer trouble grows
Hear these words and when they try to call
Knocking to tempt you up at three o'clock
Before the early morning cock crows
Like quiet raindrops which echo in white noise
As they hide hidden from view
From a strange place that no one knows
No matter how hard they beg or pray
Like the many fallen idols, they have already made
Use these words as flashing warning signs
That I send
Before they try to get you to play
While pretending to be a friend
Listen to these words as they are forming
And heed them as a carefully spoken warning
Those that walk like lost prophets
In between the many dimly lit subway walls
In complete silence
Always avoid them like the plague with defiance
For they'll only bring damnation
From their secluded islands
Like seductive but sinister sirens
For they are mankind's hunters
Who stalks the living like Enoch's biblical giants
Who wants to license your soul to pledges and passports
Where there is no hope for guidance
For they wish to rule and be your new tyrant
As you are seduced by their old supernatural magic
You now believe to be based on just science
Copyright John Duffy
Hello dear reader
My silent old friend
Have you returned to read my translucent hypnotic thoughts again
The one's I write here sometimes
With my favourite black and white pen
Stories and poems collected from when I'm sleeping
When I listen to lost souls when they gather and slowly start speaking
Stories of how they miss walking in the rain
And touching their loved ones who still in the realms of the living remain
Especially now in 2021 with this virus
Lost in poetic visions we converse in silence
Walking through some streets
Filled with love or political violence
To narrow green fields or side roads filled with yellow cobblestones
As newly elected dictators try to run the old asylums
It's usually at three o'clock when those quiet friendly voices suddenly stop
That I then see a brief flash of crimson light
Lighting up the early morning night
Then they who shall not be named always appear
Standing on my right
Maybe twenty-five or more
Just hiding behind a shadowy door
More voices but louder
Pleading and always talking without speaking
As I stand spiritually in the Astral Realms
Quietly listening
They talk of dark things I could never share
For if I did they said they'd haunt you too
Since they just love stalking the unprepared
I'll now go and no more disturb your sounds of silence
For even fools knows like cancer trouble grows
Hear these words and when they try to call
Knocking to tempt you up at three o'clock
Before the early morning cock crows
Like quiet raindrops which echo in white noise
As they hide hidden from view
From a strange place that no one knows
No matter how hard they beg or pray
Like the many fallen idols, they have already made
Use these words as flashing warning signs
That I send
Before they try to get you to play
While pretending to be a friend
Listen to these words as they are forming
And heed them as a carefully spoken warning
Those that walk like lost prophets
In between the many dimly lit subway walls
In complete silence
Always avoid them like the plague with defiance
For they'll only bring damnation
From their secluded islands
Like seductive but sinister sirens
For they are mankind's hunters
Who stalks the living like Enoch's biblical giants
Who wants to license your soul to pledges and passports
Where there is no hope for guidance
For they wish to rule and be your new tyrant
As you are seduced by their old supernatural magic
You now believe to be based on just science
Copyright John Duffy
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