. Poetry from The Great In-Between: The Monologue of William Shakespeare the 4th

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The Monologue of William Shakespeare the 4th











It's 5.15 am, on the 6th of December, 2020. 

Listening to some glorious, evocative French music. 

Press plays as he speaks to you. 



If your technology allows you to read as it plays.

Salute. 


This whispered into life as I visualised a new scene. 


A dark stage swimming in total darkness.


A bright white spotlight suddenly appears, and a man, wearing a white shirt.


Tired looking and unshaven. 

Steps into view. 


His eyes are wet with tears and filled with anguish.


Will you listen as his voice speaks? 



Am I attracted to the darkness as you eloquently so

Quickly state 


Do I need God’s salvation

To truly find ways to try to set me free


Well 

Shall I begin before you tar and feather me


With hate


Amongst such carefully crafted tales of embracing the soft contaminating hands 


Of your perceived ideas 

Relating to primordial sin


Just because I like to explore all themes

Known to mankind


As I peel back their many sometimes invisible layers 


The Darkness

Love and the glorious Lights


And everything just

Hanging in-between

That I sometimes see


An old biosphere saturated with every known plight


I willingly visit to explore 

At the stroke of midnight 

Each and every night 


The Metaphysical

Wild stories of the Spiritual


Entwined with the raw emotions of humanity at their very core


The rights and wrongs

Ups and downs


Does that make me more at risk spiritually 


Of being attacked by low spirits and corrupted

As all my emotional energies


In doing so


Gets occasionally

Deeply interrupted 


Perhaps more likely than most


But doesn't it also identify and qualify me

Amongst God’s always-watching Angels 


As being someone worth saving


As I'm more willing to delve into all those unspoken realms 


To create and share new posts

Whilst enduring a bout of the 90s


Whilst cohesively word raving


I know I push the metaphorical white envelope

Spiritually wise 


More than most


But I'm afraid I cannot be that mundane man

You wish to own


For to do so 

To my own higher self


Would be telling

Such a deep and eternally soul-destroying lie


One from which I could never ever bare to carry 

Deep inside 


For it would condemn me and this brave white and black fearless horse 

I ride

Gattuso


So if you still want a man


Who blindly follows your religious vows and unbending rules 

And perceived ideas


Relating to your illuminating visions of heaven and hell


You'll just have to seduce another 

And put them under your mysterious seductive spells


Don’t we all have an inherent right to explore all we see 


Like when we were once young

Just like a curious innocent child


I am not attracted to the darkness 

Or the ancient words or phrases


That drive secretive occult tribes irrevocable wild


I just use them as a theme 

When creating more evocative mazes


For curious minds to wonder and stumble through


As they add a more mysterious feel


When they choose to transmigrate 

Right out of the blue


In my opinion 


To a mind unaccustomed to hearing or reading 


Such strange themes

Or visually simulating memes


Is that wrong of me 


As I peel back the Realms of Humanities 

Many layers


Or shall I simply write more safe stuff


Blessed by your ideals of the Holy Ghost


Some say the Devil appears unexpectedly like a silent player

When you call him the most


But doesn't also God


I call to the Almighty more than you'll ever know


You are more religious than me 


My dearest Amélie


Due to your deep biblical knowledge and church affiliations


I am only a poor soul whose mother was once a priestess

Of a new age of such uniqueness 

  

We are such a world brimming with profound fluctuating contradictions


A wild juxtaposition of raw values at the very core


Like the magical stories of paganism versus the righteous beliefs


Held rigidly by the indomitable Vatican


God speaks to us in so many different ways.


Maybe it’s in my fast-flowing bloodstreams 


Is that why I was saved so many times in my early life 


Because I was foretold to write about The Eternal Dream 


To finally find myself standing beside you


One dark and mysterious night


Who knows


When we first started exchanging love letters

So long ago


Did I break something so sacrosanct between us 


By making our exchanges more visceral in nature 


Which my inner voice always said was so wrong

And

Fate would turn our beloved relationship to eventual dust


The vigorous sides of our exchanges broke that innocence 

We once found between ourselves


In the early morning


Serenaded and heralded by a beautiful silence 


And was that the devious corruption 


I unconsciously invited into my life 

As I now reflect 


By reading and writing about so many deep and dark controversial 

Hidden subjects


A long while ago

As our corresponding conversations got slowly deeper and deeper


I was warned this would happen 


By Guardian Angels

Sent to watch over and teach us 


That you would need something so much more 

Which I couldn’t give you 


Even when you demanded it 

To earn your trust


I was only 

Trying in the beginning 

To be a friend


To someone who through words

I could see was so lonely


Should I be ashamed of anything 

Now this house of beautiful cards 

We once built 


Falls and descends and we can no longer 


Enter that White Room of no End


We created to hide within 


So now as we part ways 

When you eventually hear this 


Since we are no longer 

Friends


Will I miss tasting the soft tones of your name 


And all those dulcet sounds 


Which once helped to transcend 

Those painful strands of emotions 


Which still linger and dutifully 

remains


Only I will know the true answers 

And will never reveal them 


As they may show the outskirts and deep centre of my inner realm


My red statues of my true vulnerabilities and everlasting pain


Well as I speak 

As this beautiful French singer 


Devours my very emotions with such earth-shattering poise


This is my final goodbye


My only muse

My old broken world

 

A new realm beckons 

And I will carry you gloriously into it 


Like a mystical red rose


To illuminate 

The encroaching darkness


Wherever my new boat sails

Over the dark oceans of life


That continuously

Flows 


Even though my soul train now travels so fast on blacken rails


That now glows 

For all its once strong brakes have blown


I'll hold on to those pocketful of memoirs


Once written and composed 

Wherever I go


To help transcend so many dark nights


And when those beautiful memories of you


Suddenly re-appear

at random


I will always feel blessed


To have once had you as mine


A soft hand to hold


Which once helped 

To lead me out of the darkness of loneliness 


With love as your white burning candle


Un jour, les brumes se sépareront

Et nous ne ferons plus de mal


One day the mists will part and we will no longer hurt


*End of monologue 


With a long look at an invisible audience with painful eyes overflowing with tears 


He retreats slowly back into the darkness 


The spotlight then fades into the blackness 


A monologue for a new piece.


I hope you enjoyed the emotional journey. 

Salute. 


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 




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