(A lone voice whispers)
All this talk of the End of Days
Regarding World War Three and The Red Bear
Does it really matter in the end
For isn’t all this
Just living one of Heaven's glorious plays
And aren't we all just born Sinful anyway
So we could learn as we found our way
For in the beginning when your soul's Libido awoke
And started a strange discussion
With your hormones playing on percussion
Did you walk like a curious Charles Darwin
Looking for The Meanings of Sin that your new urges found and loved
Now they wore its golden wedding ring
To dark unknown places and bars
Bedrooms and cars
Where you like Angels without harps
Could gather in secretive groups to sing and drink before committing sin
Did you look through life's tall green grasses
Past as the watching eager eyes Strolled bravely through the masses
Looking to be seduced by new mistresses or masters
Of seduction
By their ever-changing winds of perception or subtle soul-changing rhymes
Did you then ride your pale horse after committing a small sinful crime
In the eyes of your version of God
Through lost timeless biographies of newfound emotions
Back home
Like a promiscuous newly released thief
Always seeking an open door to carnal release
Did you drink from the Matrix’s time machine
As the Cosmic serpent
Always invisible
Slithered around you and tried to seduce your mind
With romantic tales and stunning images
To climax to and to then be reborn by candlelight
Refreshed
A divine invocation
A climax
You wilfully welcomed
Into all your united nations
But do you now dwell in new lands of Gilgamesh
As you wallow in the damp sorrows and raw memories of ill-gotten sins
Linked to the mind and flesh
Like a modern lost Nikola Tesla
Lost in the folds of an unspoken Guilty unseen history
Overwhelmed
Subdued with your life like a
Yayoi Kusama's painting
In a dotted mess
But do you still quietly grieve for that old need for total impropriety and personal gratification
Or even greed
Do you still pray daily for those old invisible fingerprints of a God
To try to save your soul by interceding and showing you a new green door
For isn't everyone a tiny bit sinful though
Forever trying to be good
But can anyone ever truly succeed
For its sweet reach is insidious but so damm inviting
For it constantly breeds
Multiplying
From sexualized television
Music books and films
And even dark delicious lascivious poetry
Creating and stimulating such unwanted additive thoughts
Is there any hope for us all
Will we all stand in the long shadows and quiet bedrooms or hallways
Alone
With lovers
Family or friends
Minutes before the world burns and all its great cities fall
On one of these upcoming days
When those nukes politicians talk about
Descend
And as we watch our own red stage curtain close as our version of one of God's glorious plays ends
Will you hear these lasting thoughts as I will
If I'm honest
For in that dire moment
What's the point of lying and being dishonest
I loved
Liked
Hated
Berated and created my own Fate
Within all I could give
And I'm so proud I lived
Alongside sin for in the end
It taught me what I needed to know
To try to survive to win
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
(A lone voice whispers)
All this talk of the End of Days
Regarding Russia
Does it really matter in the end
For isn’t all this just one of Heaven's glorious plays
Aren’t we all just Sinful anyway
For in the beginning when your Libido awoke
And started a strange discussion
Did you walk like a curious Charles Darwin
Looking for The Meanings of Sin
To dark unknown places
Where Angels without harps
Gathered in secretive groups to sing
Did you look through ancient manuscripts
Books magazines and made treatises
To seek to be seduced by mistresses and masters
Of seductions
By their ever-changing winds of perception or subtle soul-changing rhymes
Did you then ride your pale horse after committing a small sinful crime
In the eyes of God
Through lost timeless biographies of emotions
Like a promiscuous newly released thief
Seeking carnal release
Did you drink a whiskey and coke or another tipple
From the Matrix’s time machine
As the Cosmic serpent tried to seduce your mind
With tales and images
To climax to and to then be reborn
Refreshed
A divine invocation
You wilfully welcomed
Into all your united nations
Do you now dwell in new lands of Gilgamesh
As you wallow in sorrows of ill-gotten sins
Linked to the mind and flesh
Like a new lost Nikola Tesla
Lost in the folds of guilty history
Overwhelmed
With the need for total impropriety and personal gratification
Or greed
As you still pray daily for the invisible fingerprints of God
To try to save your soul by interceding
Isn't everyone a tiny bit sinful though
Forever trying to be good
But can never truly succeed
For its reach is insidious but so damm inviting
For it constantly breeds
Multiplying
From sexualized television
Music books and films
And even dark delicious lascivious poetry
Creating and stimulating such unwanted additive thoughts
Is there any hope for us all
As we all stand in the long shadows and quiet bedrooms or hallways
Before the world burns and all its great cities fall
On one of these upcoming days
Copyright John Duffy
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