. Poetry from The Great In-Between: When Johnny met Amber

Wednesday, June 29, 2022

When Johnny met Amber


Created as I watched. 

 

When Johnny met Amber
It 

(A painful voice whispers, as it speaks to itself in a guided mirror. Alone and confused. Happy and sad. Just completely juxtaposed)

 


The last time I saw you 

Triggered the tragic cataclysm of 

An unquieted mind


As I tried in vain to decipher my own Codex Consecratio


To overcome 

And conquer 


My own self-deprecating 

Code Red


For You seem to be my dangerous solo mission 


My one-way ticket 


To Loves dark side of its many crimson prisms


And snarling Wolf Moons


Empowered by that ruby ticket

I once prayed and dreamed to manifest 

 

Dreams filled with thoughts to wait until the End of Days 


At your much-sought-after side as time flew by


For I have been metaphorically 

Blindfolded 


And willingly coerced and dragooned


For I’m now but a naive hostage

To you 


My penance 


To serve my own red devil on Earth 

In human form 


My happiness and dark majick

Contained in but one


My Scarlet Lady 


Without any notions of fears

Or that human weakness 


Betrayed through wet tears


Am I but a pitiful man 

Some may say 


In hushed whispers in familiar secret backrooms and penthouses


That I'm tied and lashed to your never-ending burning Crosses Of Gaslighting

 

And infernal 

Damnation's 


Overflowing and drowning in deep rivers of tribulations 


Forever embroiled within lost lunacies of Dark Confessions


Centred around and circling love


Do I speak in unfathomable tongues

Am I indecipherable


Is that why you leave me lonely 

Always


Soaking in this painful red symphony and tributaries 


Filled with feverish octaves which ambush my weakened soul in endless waves


Awaiting the much sought-after glory days 


That you always promise 


When I'll finally be allowed to appear as your own Red churches


Self-imposed 

Crimson 

Altarpiece's


Only 

Epiphany 


All these things I cling onto but who knows what the future brings


But know this


I'm much stronger than I look


For I'm like the fiery Phoenix from JK's books


I'll rise majestically like an angel


 When my beloved reputation is being tarnished and overcooked


Copyright John Duffy


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