Press play before reading. Salute.
(A lone voice whispers)
I once met my true love in Down Town LA
In 1987
By the Palace Theatre
A place she loved because she said she was there when it opened in 1911
To watch the third home of the Orpheum Vaudeville
Come alive with all sorts of wild entertainers
When my soul called out for it needed her
While at some rich place in Bunkers Hills
After watching the Lakers
And now every 15 years
She still all appears even though she still goes to meet new takers
And every night when she chooses to suddenly appear
To the chosen few like me
Stories abound in darkened rooms online and secret circles
Called The Hidden See
That causes all her restless slaves
To try to raise their weary heads from their feathered pillowed pews
Enchanted beyond all belief
Pleading telepathically to climax and find some sort of mental release as her new or old muse
Praying she'll she stand over their ramshackled lonely beds
For she's deceptively beautiful as every single spoken or written human rhyme
Some paint tapestries of her beauty through any worthy words they could find
Secret ones uttered down through the Ages
Clever Poets
Mystics and so many unknown Mages
Some speak of long leather-clad legs
All men cry to touch and pray inwardly to caress
Ravish me red lips
Women say they forever daydream to just taste
Emerald eyes they all speak of
Orbs to invade and conquer your eternal soul
Until the very end
Whenever it's time for your human life to be laid to waste
Has she entered your room and watched you sleep
As your soul wandered its many inner spaces
And unspoken keeps
Her name
You may ask
Well, her occult name is simply **Rèn nan vle**
**The Queen of Want**
For we all deep down crave something
Be it fame
Power
Money
Friendship or even Love
Amongst many others
And only our occult Mother called Want can guide us to provide
Or so she said
Over the years
Regardless of the price of wet tears
It will cost us in the long run
As we struggle to survive while she still lives
Lingers and thrives
Feeding off our inner suffering
As we sustain and strengthen her
With our foolish needs and self-defeating lies
That in the middle of any given night can always make us cry
As our mortal time flies
I send this out as I await her return
Sitting and drinking in the rain
For I don't think I'll make our fifth anniversary at The Palace Theatre
For the doctors say I'm too ill to leave my home in Beverly Hills
Years of need and greed have given me a disease
Now my time is short and my message to you
Be careful what you wish for
For Rèn nan vle could appear to open new doors
To old lands of want and greed
And if she comes tonight to see me in my room
My only want
My only need will be
To sink slowly to sleep and wake up new by the Silver City
Somewhere by its blue seas
Where the mythical pink and green flowers bloom
Free of this life-changing disease
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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