The Watcher Speaks

 Are we watched by entities from another realm? 

A great question which inspired this piece. 

Salute. 

Press play and let the music wash over you as you read.
Salute.

Do we live forever many of your kind has asked

Since I have heard you whisper in the dark

Are we, immortal souls

You question

What would we do with all that time if it was bestowed to us

Well here's my answer

In here

Where I now live and love all alone

I create poetry

Like Celine Dion

Singing the night on fire

Dressed like good old Bob Dylan

Facing his faithful hurricane

I sometimes dance

To the king of pop

Michael Jackson

Whilst moonwalking in the occasional falling rain

My lines grace minds

Like Hugh Hefners

Playboy’s pictures

Sending the cerebral cortex

Libidos totally insane

Like Thandie Newton

Finding strength self-worth and power

In Westworld 

Whilst being

Reborn again and again

My words serenade

Marlon Brando's

Emancipation and eventual apocalypse

In Cambodia

As he boarded that fateful flight from

The Seventies in a doomed

Air-plane

Am I a sceptic

Or just a viewer

A majestic soother

A beguiler

A brother

Mother

Son

Or

Daughter

Can you feel me

You ought to

For I'm simply giving you words

Soon to be gracing your eyes

Movie screens or mobile streams

Maybe some new books and novels

For I'm just a beautiful old beast

Steamrolling through with golden keys to all the Wet Brothels of your minds

As you sit

Watch

And sip these sweet-tasting words

Now addicted to my cheap

Bottles of poetic mead and exhilarating red wine

You see

I'm just a non-living fossil

A mesmerising soul

From bygone days

Going into humanities new future

MK Ultraing

Your mind

Forever

As I program you

Like a cheap computer

For I'm a priceless mixture of all of life's sweet-tasting essences

And damaged baggage's

Can you feel me

Am I just behind you

Or watching and walking

Just in front

And standing hiding 

Beyond the doorways to all your dreams

Can you feel me like Old Nick

Everlasting

Stalking like an ageless Marquis

For I'm just a once unvisited world

Of words

Slowly just consuming your time

Can you feel my bony fingers

Stroking those secretive rooms 

As I stimulate your

Mind

Copyright John Duffy