Press play before reading. Salute.
(A soft voice whispers)
Are you carefully scrutinized by undiscovered forces from another realm?
**Do we in the mist, live forever**
Many of your types I pass daily but especially at midnight
When I sit on the edge of their bed
Have always asked
Even though we're all invisible
We still hear you
As you struggle to confide in the forbidden silence
Especially in the last dregs of sunlight before dusk
**Are we, immortal souls**
You continuously question
**What would you do with all that time**
**Would it drive you right out of your mind**
Well, here's my answers
Just for you to read before you turn to dust
**In here**
This dark place known to the enlightened few as The Shadow Lands
Where I now exist and drink almond ambrosia to worship and pray alone
Commissioned until eternity to strive to excite lost souls
To confess as a penance
I've been anointed with as my chance to find a means to atone
**Sacrificed deserted lonely souls who stumble and end up my way**
**Through random long or short legions of linear sleep poetry**
And like a drunken James Brown
I gather them around to listen to what my words and conjured dream states
Really mean and say
While high on whiskey and singing
Papa's Got A New Bag globally
Dressed like my prototype
Good old Bob Dylan in black
When he once faced his own faithful hurricane
I sometimes entertain them by dancing wildly and singing
Lyrically adept in a smoke-filled circle with the all-time king of pop
Michael Jackson
Whilst moon-walking in grey skies
Watched by others and the occasional falling star
**My** **agastopia** **of** **delicious lines grace their minds**
**Like a new friend I was recently introduced to**
**Hugh Hefner**
The one famous for all those damned but hot
Playboy’s pictures
**That still send adolescent and immature mind's cerebral cortex's**
**And** **l****ibidos totally insane**
**I sometimes stand in the half-light**
Smiling wryly
**Telling them** **I'm so strong and powerful like that heroic Thandie Newton**
**The one who once found strength**
**Self-worth and power** **in a new Westworld**
Whilst being reborn again and again
**My words are softly whispered enchantments you see**
**Spells sent just to serenade your tired bored five senses**
**Filled with a crescendo of rising fire like when Marlon Brando**
**Embraced emancipation while causing total carnage**
**Death and eventual apocalypse**
**In Cambodia**
**As he boarded that fateful flight 707 from The Seventies**
**Dreaming of his girl next door he left home**
**Called Sophia**
**Am I a sceptic like some say or just a wide-boy spectator**
A majestic soother like an out-worldly philosopher
Or just a beguiling collaborator
Can you feel me
**You ought to**
**I am simply giving you a mixture of my powerful prescribed words**
Which are imbued with the power to grace **your insatiable eyes**
**Through those cheap or expensive plastic movie screens**
**As I hide in the dangerous deep depths**
**Of the twenty-first century's fast-flowing mobile streams**
**For I'm just a beautiful old beast**
**A heaven-sent narrator**
**Steamrolling through with lustrous glossy keys**
**To all the so many wet lesser brothels of your mind**
**As you sit watching and casually sipping these sweet-tasting letters as you read**
**And just like so many**
**I already know**
**You'll soon become gloriously addicted to my cheap bottles of poetic mead**
**You see**
**I'm just a non-living fossil**
A mesmerising essence from bygone days
Mentioned only once in The Great Golden Books of The Byzantine
**I celebrate on Tuesdays and Sundays**
**By going knee-deep into humanities new future**
**MK Ultraing new intellects forever**
**To live just to love me**
**As I program them**
**Like an expensive computer geek**
**I'm a mixture of all of life's sweet-tasting**
**aromas and scarred sacred baggage's**
Can you feel me yet
**Am I just behind you**
**Watching and walking**
**As you stride out bravely in front**
**Or am I standing hiding**
**Just beyond sight and keeping firmly closed**
All the smokey doorways to all your dreams
**Can you feel me like Old Nick**
**One of my dearest buddies whose everlasting**
God that guy loves stalking you all like an ageless Marquis
Me
**I'm just a once unvisited world of beguiling words**
**Just conceived into being by the**
**Elemental unspoken old Gods from mystical** **Talen**
**Tasked to slowly just consume your earthly time**
**Of three scores and if you're lucky, ten**
**Can you feel my bony fingers stroking those secretive rooms**
**The one's barely visited when you're awake and drunk**
**With this plane of existence many addictive potions**
But the secret ones you always use your golden keys to open and visit
**When you dream**
**and it's then and only then**
That you'll see me
As I appear before you
Dressed in black and blue
To stimulate your mind to carefully unwind
All those old sometimes painful threads
And through finding your own for of catharsis
**The freedom to write**
**Sing or just to express yourself to be free**
It's why I was birthed
To help you find your inner soul while you live here
On Earth
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
I wrote this a few years ago.
Watching, The Sandman, made me revisit it.
It's a strange old world.
Have a great weekend you talented readers.
Salute.
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