. Poetry from The Great In-Between: Santiago the Seer speaks to you

Tuesday, January 25, 2022

Santiago the Seer speaks to you


(A lone voice whispers)



A long time ago



With some blindfolded or tied to old green wooden stakes



They loved to stone or just burn us



Blinded by pure jealousy or incredible hate



Such a tragic mistake 



Just because they thought we were different



Since they lived in an unseen primitive world



Overflowing with such shameless mindless ignorance



We who once danced and sang to Old Mother Moon



Or just spun carefree under the mystical Sun



Maybe in our own woodland grove



Celebrating how our life was run



Or simply around luminous fires on secretive moors



As the cycle's of the world



Slowly ebbed and flowed



Always staying hidden from all



On the mainland's busy main roads



We the old and new singers or poets



Music makers

Authors and storytellers



Or just folk pushing through the mud of humanity to bloom like the Lotus 



Well known or still unknown



But still brave enough to stand tall and courageously



In front of all the world haters



For we are all representations of The Old Seducers of the Hive Mind



For we are all world shakers



We who have always fearlessly walked



All those strange roads



Wherever our Fate took us



And today we are all reborn



But now unafraid to live our true way



For all our ancient ancestors



Now just live and stay beside us in the fast-flowing flux



Leading us forward to celebrate our impulses



Like one of my old friends called JFK 



Is there a wild light within you too my child



A strange beacon which is always lit



That whispers to never quit



No matter how you feel for your God-given talent is real



Driving that deep need to write



Sing or just produce something special that can be constantly reused



In the face of groups who might gather and chant abuse 



Using all those all remembered God-given talents to truly seduce



To help others sailing in paper boats across humanities ever-changing and dangerous oceans 



Which around us all still flows in perpetual motion



Which could easily drown you 



In its many deep and conflicting emotions



For we are all human not sealed up shells



And so we are all baptised to feel that we are real



No matter how loud the brutes in society yells



So maybe one day you'll remember 



That you once with strength and conviction



Willingly kneeled 



To be blessed and baptised before Apollo's altar



The Greek God of creativity in but another distant lifetime



To then stand unafraid before all to see



As you turned the key to set your soul free



Bravely standing in a straight line



Whispering Blessed Be



And is now like many years before



Your right time to shine



I think you know all the answers



Now go and play a part with freedom



In this

The greatest of all games ever designed in God many kingdoms 



Copyright John Duffy 

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