. Poetry from The Great In-Between: Mario Speaks

Monday, December 27, 2021

Mario Speaks



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(A lone voice whispers)


The reason I still breathe is you


My missing old Italian  lover


Lost somewhere away from me in here


Hidden in one of the many blue portals


In this 

The Great In-Between


But when this dreamy yellow sunset before me


Cries its last daily breath


As it's truly spent


At the end of this 


One of my long rigorous days


Of being stuck climbing over lifes many memories 


Which seem covered with so many sharp barb wires 


Lost

In a recurring daydream that's all mine


Which causes my heart to beat like an orchestral drum on fire



Hypnotized with a spinning mind filled with whispering


Spellbinding enchanting inspirational words



Pleadings from my Guardian Angels to try to take me higher



To help me put out all those painful old familiar desires


I always think in these quiet moments 


In this silver silence about why my unbearable paradigm 


This one I currently struggle to walkthrough


Created by the Great Collector of all Divine Revenues


Are we 

Me and you 


Isobel 


My missing love


Simply just two of the many silent prayers


Blowing like tragic lonely snowflakes



Lost in the vastness of Eternal Endless Night Sky


Infinite cries of broken songs carried by invisible soft hands 


Upwards


Tantalising sacrifices offered like emotional shining dimes 


To the everlasting  Light


As they spin like golden Autumn leaves in full flight


Borne aloft in the tempestuous whirlwind 


Of Father Times swirling grey dust


Joining the symphonies of millions of hearts


Calling out in unison 

In written or spoken rhymes 


All screaming for just someone in which to love and trust


Rapturous but maybe beating blue


Does my heart still sing our now forbidden love songs and heartfelt prayers


Loudly like those unbearable screams once uttered 


At the Great Battle of Waterloo 


You may ponder as your soul wanders


Yet know this as a taste of my lifes sweet kiss


Inside I'll always know


We shared an extraordinary moment of such divine bliss 


As long as we quietly live apart or even die


No matter where we both venture or go


For as long as the days are filled with life and the tired Sun still rises


Sending out golden rays to energize


I hope my God-given prayers


Will be answered with my eventual spiritual rescue by my Spirit Guides 


And Guardian Angels when they stand before me


Free of all their earthy disguises


And even if all my lifes sunsets have all disappeared and gone and died 


And an exotic dark night stalks all the new lands


I might then live within


As those, I leave behind 


Stand by my graveside and cry as my soul glides by



When those low drums of Heaven rumble and when my heart no longer burns


As that old piano within my mind begins overflowing with poetic melodies 


And loudly sings


If that familiar eerie noise of lost love blows its silvery horns


Once again and that drumbeat of fire that once burnt


Pleads to return


Announcing the arrival of the Dark Man from Depression's many farms 


Who one should not mourn


Wearing his fake crown of thorns 



I’ll dream this illustrious daydream

I still treasure 


Of walking 

Hand in hand with you


On yellow beaches at midnight


With the blue waves of the Pacific rolling in


And as we stand looking deeply into each others eyes 


With you as my eternally baptised queen


Isobel 


Married and living together forever 

In a beautiful dream


A safe place I can only pray to dwell within 

 

Where my broken heart can heal as it no longer yells or screams


Copyright John Duffy

Painting by the super talented, Sal Jones.

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