Poetry from The Great In-Between: May 2023

Wednesday, May 31, 2023

A Sacred Voice Whispers

If today

You feel so lost

And endure so much pain

In just living

If today

Everyone looks down on you

With unkind eyes

That seems so black

And filled with total darkness

That appears so unforgiving

If today

You swim against persecution

Strong currents created by politicians

And dictators

And been labeled as

Homeless

Disabled

Redundant

Too old

Poor

An addict

Useless

Or just one of the many

Hidden

Nameless

Living below the rim

In the shadows

And deemed to be unworthy of any Baptism of success

Because they label you as living within sin

Remember this

I too have felt your pain

Walked along those same dark long roads

I too have lived through and fought

All personal battles and wars

Until I got too bold with all I preached and knew

Until I too was crucified

Look up my life's story

It's still so well told

My advice to you

Is simply this

Keep up the belief

That it will be worth all those painful struggles

For in the end

Eventually, good things come to all those who truly believe

For in the end

You will find some form of happiness

And when you eventually die

You will see God and he will embrace and forever remind you

He has always walked beside you

Whispering

Trying to give you so much strength

For you

Him and

Have always been together

For we were always forever baptized to be simply

Eternal friends

Now say after me

Amen

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The Blues Busker Sings

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Some day

I can only pray

You'll see

The light we shared

Was meant to be

For within me too

As time shadows fall

I know within you

I’ll stay too

Until I

Hear the call

To walk beside you

Before the Fall

Hold your hand

To fight the cold

To keep

That spell

Alive

Wherever we dwell

As lone souls

Yell

Some day

I can only pray

You'll see

The light we shared

Was meant to be

To set us free

Some day

To set us free

Wherever we dwell

As lone souls yell

For within me too

As time shadows fall

I know within you

I’ll stay too

Until I

Hear the call

To walk beside you

Before the Fall

Hold your hand

To fight the cold

To keep

That spell

Alive

Wherever we dwell

As lone souls

Yell

To keep that spell

Alive

Wherever we dwell

As lone souls yell

Some day

I can only pray

You'll see

The light we shared

Was meant to be

To keep

That spell

Alive

Wherever we dwell

As lone souls

Yell

To keep that spell

Alive

To set us free

Wherever we dwell

As lone souls yell

I can only pray

Some day

I can only pray

You'll see

The light we shared

Was meant to be

To set us free

For someday

All I can do is pray

(C)

Disclosure - Finding Sophrosyne in The Off-Limit Zone

(A lone voice whispers.)

Like wild Autumn rivers

Flowing down Williams Hill

In a midday storm

Here in Illinois

We once ran carefree

Over mountains

And all we could see

But before we could reach the deep ocean

Of binding emotions

The Dark Well of all Creation called you home

When something crept in and destroyed our devotion

Love I now know

Is such a fickle thing

A spiritual joy

Held in two golden wedding rings

The Devil just loves to destroy and rejoice

Like a cheap altar boy

To separate love

Like it did

When destroying

Paris and Helen of Troy

But now that I have found sophrosyne

I no longer wallow in suffering but now let hope in

I miss you, my love

Like the Sun must miss the Moon

For you were taken too soon

Before our love could open to bloom

Cut short by something cruel

In that hospital room

But I know we'll meet again

For The Lady of Providence read my cards

And said

I'll soon be back in your tender arms

So until then

Goodnight my love

Until tomorrow

For our true love

Transcends all sorrow

(C)

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Sophrosyne is an ancient Greek concept of an ideal of excellence of character and soundness of mind, which when combined in one well-balanced individual leads to other qualities, such as temperance, moderation, prudence, purity, decorum, and self-control.

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The Preachers Voice

(A lone voice whispers.)

The Secret Council

From The Nine Choirs of Angels

Sit on the Sacred Astral Seats

Of The Holy Hyperdimensional Inquisition

Angels from Everywhere

Even from The Lands of Kem

Gathered by The Most High

To guide all women and men

To try to live for a higher glory

For in the end

That's all they'll be

Just another brief story

In an endless sea

Of Earth's sometimes painful history

Now will you

Listen to me

For when we embrace God's grace

Tune our thoughts

To Gods thoughts

Abandon living

Hypnotized by societies

Crazy race

Where we feel coercion to live willfully in sin

And selfishly

Consume all with casual whim

But to strive to reach the light

Live day and night

In kindness

To earn the good life

The Lord wants for your

Transform how you act

For by being given the gift of life

You're under a social contract

Now go and be blessed to

Live well

Don't just be another

Accessory after the fact

(C)

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Tuesday, May 30, 2023

Saul's Monologue

(A lone voice whispers.)

As divine gifts from so high above

Cherish

Love first and foremost

Repentance

Faith

Obedience

Purpose

Fearless, and Prayer

The Seven Keys to Entering the Great Kingdom

As from below

Look to the stars

For hope and freedom

Wherever you go

For within each breath

You take

Each step you make

Time

Passes

As you slowly enter

Lord Leviticus Invisible

Gates

And like a white feather

From Fates Golden Bow

Share your love

With all you know

But let not your love be weak but firm

As your soul slowly learns

Let it be bold

To flourish

As you grow old

For three times

Twenty and ten

Will go so fast

In the blink of an eye

So leave some love

Behind

Before you die

So memories of you can last

To be embraced

When remembered and told

For Father Time will soon come

Calling

Sailing

On his ship

Of Grey Skulls

Like a thief in the night

With Death

Riding high

Steering

From the Bridge

From here

In The Great In-Between

To gather souls

For the Endless Cull

From every mountain ridge

So don't be one of

The lonely who lacked

The Courage

To embrace

Just something

Be it big or small

To help their soul sing

Even though life

Sometimes seems to sting

(C)

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Monday, May 29, 2023

The Call to Uriel

(A lone voice whispers)

Michael, Gabriel, and Raphael

Angels more perfect than the setting sun

Hear my immortal song

And teach all children

From all Gods

Of every nation

The virtues of

Right from wrong

Yoruba and

Tsovinar

Nar of the Sea

And all that

Which sleeps

Deep down below

Tell them what they

Need to know

And show them

The way to go

Father of All Things

Unseen or undreamed of

Show them eternal mercy

With your blessings of love

With

Something they'll cherish

Forever

And never wish to dispose of

I call to

Archangel Uriel

Guardian

Of The Elysium Fields

Protect us all

Before the midnight sky

Falls

With nuclear war

With your heavenly shield

As new dangers are revealed

Amen

(C)

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The Apostle of Sin. Seeking freedom.

(A lone voice whispers)

Watching the old world through my rust

Encrusted Scrying

Mirror

My blood

If I had any

Would be green with envy

For when I see couples happy

A Baptism of Souls meeting

The lividity in me burns

So slow

Like an inquisitor's cruel act of Abacination

Surrounding me within a lone cloud

From the Darkness of Hell itself

And with a long night of

Squeals of demonic delights

Ahead

A legion of guttural voices singing out like Beniamino Gigli

Under meager skies

Chanting dark spells

I now know this place

I'm in

Resembles Hell

A heavy breathing consciousness

Where the heartbroken live within

Especially us

Baptized to greave

Through acts of Self-immolation

Caused by the dark temptations of sin

Destruction

in which there is no love

Left

But only green envy

The price I now pay in Purgatory

Now I've gained entry

As my eyes remain open

With my soul praying to break free

Now just cursed

To just pray

With frenzy

She doesn't forget me

But remember

No one alive is pure

For we are all born

To be corrupted by love

For no one is one hundred percent

An Innocenti

For even you

Beyond the sacred shores

Of The Ferryman of Hades

River

You'll sin too

It's not an accusation but a confession

And it's why I speak

Hoping to gain resurrection

(C)

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Sister Mary Whispers

Will you open up the brass gates

In your soul

To the experiential awareness of Being

Through prayer

To explore a Sumerian Vision of Eden Revisited

To absorb the eleven tasks

For a Post-Covid shattered world to survive

The Long Shadows of Black Rock

The purveyor's doomsayers

To condemn mRNA Vaccines Transhumanism

In the Battle for Your Soul

With silent weapons

Created underground

For the Secret War on You

The Event Horizon

Prophesied

Where seas open up

For the skies

To cry

Will you pray with me

O Mighty Defender

Bathe us in the blue waters of salvation at all times

Keep our souls holy

And guide our daily thoughts

Toward you

So that we may be shielded

From the dark clutches of the enemy

(Now say after me)

Amen

(C)

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Avalon Dreams

Although
I've now ridden on the back

Of the mystical White Stag

Over the steep crest

The final green hill
Of Avalon

To a new country
Down that old road

Although the Moon
Riding high in the night sky

Surveying the stillness

To now thinking
I'm where I belong

And you're there
Just somewhere

Lost to me

Fear not
For in another lifetime
Soon to come

We'll drink some more red wine from the Sacred Jue

And swim in Father Times

Neverending sea

Where there are no farewells

And no goodbyes

For nothing is taboo

For the power of our circle
Never lies

It binds us
Eminently in two

By an obligation that cannot be broken

Once spoken

Into a niche

A place of serenity

Between all worlds

So hold strong

As it pulls us together
To renew

For in the silvery mists
We will be reunited in time again

With a walk through the fallen down leaves

Of the Grieving Groves
Just you and me

To then walk into the bright glorious sunlight

Smiling and singing

Together
Forever and ever

As St. Peter's
The Eternal Toll Keepers

Golden bells
Start ringing

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Sunday, May 28, 2023

The Daltikia

(A lone voice whispers.)

If your hope fades

And the world seems unrepentant

Look for me in the stars

Call to me

For even though

Where I am now

Is too far to cross

Whisper my name in any given mirror

And I will come

For my envoys

The Metikia

Are within the scrying glass

Old ones with broken hearts

Patroling the Demarcation Zone

Between your world and mine

Black crows

Hiding in the dark winds

Of the

Great Who Knows

For in your loneliest moments

Looking out of your life's window

Whenever you feel left behind by the world

Call to me through my envoys

The Metikia

So I can appear in the shadows

To hold your soft hand

And together

Endure any storm

As the depressing winds

Of humanity blow

(C)

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The Babylonian Weeping Willow

In an emotional transitional state

I danced inside

Eyes aflame
With my synapses

Sending electrical soul kisses

Up and down my sinuous spine

Like bites from the Australian Acanthophis

My own Fleur-De-Lis

Blew
High
In my secret library

Representing the beauty of life

Purity
And Holy Trinity

Infused with the light and power of the Virgin Mary

And like a familiar name
Carried like a secret parcel in the winds

Of change

Like a sweet butterfly
Kissing my skin

Wearing a beautiful coat of stunning Summer colors

I remembered our time together

Even though it was ephemeral

Surrendering myself
Like a fallen general

Thinking

That's why love can never be cerebral

For intelligence always gives way

To emotions and instinct

Like a white feather

And it's why I always return

Surrendering at the ebb and flow

Of Memories rivers

Until
The Universe closes its huge doors forever

For true love will never be extinct

If you're brave enough to see

Where Memories Rivers
Goes

To reach the place of rainbows

A truly magical emotional bordello

In the strange lands

Of The Babylonian Weeping Willow

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Saturday, May 27, 2023

Luna's Last Letter

A theme centered around wrongful persecution.

(The Spanish Inquisition.)

Can you imagine the horror of seeing the baying crowd approaching, ravenous for their version of justice?

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Title:

Luna's Last Letter

(A shaking hand writes)

To anybody

I can hear them coming for me

With their lit torches and dirty pitchforks

In long queues of smelling degradation

A poor woman in the dim woods

It wasn't my gods and goddesses who stopped their rain and ruined their crops

Bringing pain

Hunger and destruction

I am not ashamed of my faith or my resurrection

I write and leave this note

Under this floorboard

So my name saunters on

Over this crazy threshold

Watched by Achelois

She who washes away pain

My beloved moon goddess

Who always hangs on the horizon

In the cold

But one day

Under this cavern

Six feet underneath this world

Where I'll soon lay

Today

When they break-in

In a place where sun or light

Doesn't reach or play

I'll rise up one day

The sun will shine again

My breath will be short and sharp

On Judgement Day

Especially

When I kiss the dry soulless mouth of Brother Persecution that stole me

And sent me into the Grey Sea

I can soon see

Appearing

For me to swim in

Before me

But when I return

We'll sit together

Side by side

As memories of my old world

Burns

Like crimson tumble reeds

Glowing and

Blowing

As the ashes of more of his newly condemned

Float by

While my beloved

Achelois

She who washes away pain

Cries

As I once again

Whisper her name

(C)

Thursday, May 25, 2023

The Writers Monologue

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(A lone voice whispers)

We and all

Our kin

Are like the many unknown names

Courageously written and weaved

Into

The Secret Books of History

Many would never believe

Souls

Mysteriously walking upon wet shores

Of a fourth planet

Spinning in the deepest of space

Our devotion holding us

Knee deep in rivers of love or hate

In the human race

As if we were nearly buried alive

And with newly empowered adrenalin-filled eyes

We witness daily

The stunning emotional explosions worldwide

And like worshippers of rediscovered Old Gods

We try to create a new written

Golden Age of Byzantium in words

Filled with only fine art and poetic pieces

The word shapers who hide in the wild woods of our keeps

Where we sleep

By firelight

Until the moon rises and kisses her lover

Father Sky

Announcing us to wake

To then slowly write on soft pages

In our own

Books of Red Pleasure

Stories

To be perused and used

By soft fingertips

And lonely hearts

For their own inquisitions

And at their leisure

We will write about seeing the true face of the world

As the Wolf Moon rises

As we lie sated

Upon the ever-flowing Sands of Fate

We will record

For historical footprints

In Digital ink

How the new forms of circumscription begin

We will create unique raw

intuitive insights

In the longest of nights

Creating Legacies

Which may ignite minds

To be then lit up

Like Guy Fawkes on Bonfire night

Heralding a new vision

Of a twisted version of a place

Corrupted by the Father of Temptation and the power of the pound or dollar

To invoke sin

And as we look on

As old empires fall

We will pray to the skies

Like primitive tribes

For we are but some of the mythical narrators

Eternal Scribes

Who'll never grow old

Who create a millennium of hidden stories

In time

Simply to hijack any inquisitive minds

They can find

For

We are just reborn endlessly as poets

Writers and

Singer-songwriters today

No longer

Residents of any known time frames

That can seduce

And lead you into

The Brown Fields of Disarray

But just souls sentenced again

From The Purple Story Houses

In The Great In-Between

To feed curious minds

Which are perpetually ravenous for shorties

Just like you

To explore these few words

With an overwhelming need

To consume

Short enchanting new glorious stories like these

Written by firelight

In my holy room

Thanks for reading and until the next time.

Remember, it's great to à deux!

Readers and writers

Do it all the time

(C)

Circumscription

In this context:

Restrict (something) within limits.

A Deux

Adjective . : involving two people especially in private. A cozy evening à deux.

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The Wise Words of the Eternal Boatman. .

(A lone old voice, whispers.)

At the very end

When I ferry you over

To the overrun shores

Of The Great In-Between

All that can save your soul

Before you cross the Red Barrier of The Judiciary

In the middle of the waters

Of that endless Black Sea

Will be

A once in a lifetime taste

Of Mother Loves

Sweet kiss

And all those

Intrinsic moments

Of profound

Unselfish kindness and bliss

That even in death

You will always miss

Want some advice

Do more good

Before you enter

These wet shorelines

Endless raging dystopia

While your Life's purple door

Is still open

To help circumvent any pain that will appear

When you stand broken

Since there are no more chances to let hope in

(C)

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Tuesday, May 23, 2023

From Gaslighting to Freedom

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(A lone voice sings)

Did you believe

I was going to

Leave

Just one of life's

Many lost souls

Always on patrol

Full of indecisions and strange decisions

But when constantly pushed

Full of new wisdom and newer transitions

How I bet you wished

You hadn't pushed all those buttons

Told me strange stories and convincing lies

Said it's your imagination

You're seeing things that aren't there

To help me make those

Seemingly conquerable revisions

To finally find the real strength

To see through the mists

Maybe now

That I'm free

I can grow and bloom

For those old chains are now broken

Lying on the floor

In our old bedroom

And I'm no longer living

In your own Medieval Inquisition

I'm now free from your Gaslighting

No longer unhappy or constantly fighting

No longer delusional

But walking

With peace and happiness

Reunited

My future's bright

For I've seen the light

You're now never

Welcome

For with this song

I finally cast you out

Now go

Walk out of this room

Take all your suitcases

And gaslighting

And watch this red rose

Bloom

(C)

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Do emotional poems resonate more?

I think so.

Inspired by Gloria.

Monday, May 22, 2023

The Voicemail left for Monica

(A lone voice whispers)

I know you're listening

So don't disguise your profound love for me

With such acts of disdain

But later tonight

When it gets late

Let my mind

Reach out as I send it

To touch you

Through my supernatural senses

To soothe any pain

That may still remain

To reach out

To gently touch

And caress

Your inner core and silhouette

To unlock

That secret lock

To the very doorway

To your soul

So I can walk past all the strutting catwalks

Filled with figures

From years and years

Of so many well-built defenses

Until I can see the real you

So you can give me

That look

That feverish look that whispers

In an unspoken language

Of a sensuous love

That will come

Calling

One that can pull you up

By your shoelaces and coattails

If you're falling

One look that

Anyone

Who sees it

Could ever

Forget it

One that paints a fascinating tapestry

Of contrasting images and whispering emotions

Painted with such striking deft brush strokes

Capturing incredible longing and intensity

Pierre-Auguste Renoir

Would surely

Dance in the Country

A tapestry vibrating with a symphony of well-orchestrated bodies

Two

In slow motion

In late-night acts of fingertips and devotion

For true love only comes around

Once in your lifetime

Like when Adam first found Eve

At the Dawn of Time

In The Garden of Eden

In Zero BC

So Monica

Here's my number

07753210

Call me

(C)

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Sunday, May 21, 2023

Saul Speaks

I once knelt at Saint Paul's Cathedral

And prayed so hard for true love to appear

And

When the sunshine finally came and lit you up

Like a shimmering lake of bright moonlight

I knew deep down inside

I'd found some real magic

To carry me through

All my long

Upcoming

Summer nights

(C)

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Saturday, May 20, 2023

Samuels Monologue

Like a lonely
Helpless castaway

Walking
Lost

Amongst inner indistinct stars in my deep sleep

I opened my green eyes
Yearning

To gaze upon the blue
Undulating

Seas of Tranquillity

Beyond fear
Reason or hope

Looking for a new freedom

Beyond irreducible traces

Of all known possibilities

To try to cope
With this thing broken in two

But instead

When my emerald eyes opened

I saw I had ventured

To soft sandy shores

Illuminated by magnificent

Sparkling red candlelights

A place where lost souls travel to

In The Off Limits Zones
When feeling lonely

Or depressed
At midnight

And
Within this beloved sleeping state

With a sharp crackle of unearthly thunder and lightning

You appeared
And I saw you

The only one
Bequeathed

Who I had been summoning

And as we met and embraced

Upon those lucid imagined Shores

And held on to each other so
Tightly

I wondered down deep spiritual paths

Mentally

To the Nexus of all Eternity

Past the crying Banshee
Queens

The spellbound soul keepers of all Humanity

The Archons

Past the forgotten
Pagan Ages of Dark Shadows

Once so long ago cast by The Wing Makers

From The Black Holes of Bastos

And
Thought

As the world around me spun

Like a revolving glass kaleidoscope

Will she still love me tonight

Wherever she is

This ageless beauty I always

Seem to chase
To run to

In full flight

The one I once wished to live with

Until my last night

Who still leaves me lonely and

Drowning in cold wet tears in

In the middle of this plight

Or am I just another nightly
Visitor

To that magnificent seashore

I visit

Just past the Merovingian lightning

Solar Storms

As I dream

Always appearing to walk

Its twisted dark pathways

Towards

A dark place filled with self-ruination

With so many others

To that dam place
I am cursed
To revisit

And dream about

On the stroke of every midnight

Shamballa

The Wetlands of the Unforgiving

The Island of the Lost
In the Great In-Between

Where Ageless Elementals stalk and hunt the living

As they wander around
In the 5th Mystical Realm

Of the
Unseen

Looking for their preordained

King or Queen

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The Red Rose

(A lone voice whispers)

What in more sensuous exquisite pleasure

Can ever be summoned with such a small act

An incantation spell

Of only spoken eight letters

Called

I Love You

To create such life-changing endeavors

To make you feel better

What's beyond all earthy countermeasures or oppressors

What stands valiantly

Perpetually bare and naked

Before all lost souls

Whose essences pleads and

Cries for its devotion

Its

Affection

Appreciation

Fondness

Friendship

Infatuation

Lust

Passion

Respect

Tenderness

And its other pheromone-linked spiritual yearnings

Have you too been before its alabaster ancient altar

Said all you wanted your version of love to be

When you felt some unfamiliar virginal stirrings

Then prayed to disappear within its congregation's sway

To hold onto its secret handshake

Through its gift of a single free spiritual Red Rose

That it always gives away

Or did you oppose

And return all its regal advice

And dismiss all those soul-changing stirrings

And cut up its freely offered Red Rose

Its invitation and gateway

Its secret handshake

With your sharp judgemental knife

To put out any fires which may have started burning

Did new lies or old emotions

Lingering like limpets

From old relationships afar

Cause you to then

Fall

Like a wounded soldier

In one of the world's many civil wars

Did a new chance at

A Greek Goddess's

Exotic taste of sweet

Redemption

Bring no

Much needed salvation

Did that new prize within reach

Cause

Old tears of guilt or hidden suppressed pain

To rise like a typhoon

Without resistance

And fall like rain

Or did you embrace that

Beautiful new gift

That unexpected surprise at sunrise

A priceless Red Rose and caught all those old tears

In motion

And bade them froze

Before they became an ocean

Does the sentence

Love appears when it's most needed

To supersede all emotions

Even if it's once been cheated on

And will try to stay forever

If welcomed and greeted

Create something in you

A stirring that you will never oppose

As you accept the chance of new love and eventually

Embrace

Its secret handshake and free gift

Of its exquisite Red Rose

(C)

John Duffy

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The Song of Simon

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(A lone voice sings.)

I am abandoning

My post today

Leaving

Outpost 4

And walking through

Another door

To a new place

To stay

Throwing away

My scrying glass

Back into

The grey rivers of

The Dimitri

No longer afraid

To step

Into the deep blue

Sea of Dreams

Brave enough

To swim past icebergs

Of prosecution

For absolution

Of all who see

Going beyond

The Carpathian Mountains

Past burning vortexes and fountains

Away from lost souls

Who come at me

With lit torches and pitchforks of calamity

Away from

False gods and goddesses

Who sow paths of destruction

To find resurrection

In the bright lights

Of accession

To be eternally free

I am abandoning

My post today

Leaving

Outpost 4

And walking through

Another door

To a new place

To stay

Throwing away

My scrying glass

Back into

The grey rivers of

The Dimitri

No longer afraid

To step

Into the deep blue

Sea of Dreams

Brave enough

To swim past icebergs

Of prosecution

For absolution

Of all who see

Going beyond

The Carpathian Mountains

Past burning vortexes and fountains

Away from lost souls

Who come at me

With lit torches and pitchforks of calamity

Away from

False gods and goddesses

Who sow paths of destruction

To find resurrection

In the bright lights

Of accession

To save me

(C)

Thursday, May 18, 2023

The Song of Jericho

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Oh Jericho

Sing your song

Sing it strong

Don't be denied

Oh Jericho

For your heart knows

Where you belong

By our Lord's side

Oh Jericho

Baptized by all those painful tears

You've cried

Oh Jericho

Wherever you go

Sing your song

Sing it strong

Oh Jericho

For The Almighty provides

Like an immortal guide

With arms

Open wide

In which to rest

Tired eyes

Oh Jericho

And in that silence

Reflect and confide

Oh Jericho

Will you let him in

To reside

And help combat sin

Before you join

The so many other Faithless

Who's died

Oh Jericho

Only to be hunted down

By the Devil and his kin

Oh Jericho

Take faith

Wherever you go

To combat sin

Oh Jericho

Share your light

Even though you've cried

(C)

Tuesday, May 16, 2023

The Lylak Queen

O, my love

A potent power of living

Breathing carnal sin

Borne from the Babylonian bloodlines

Freed once more

By the Deep Well

To entice

All in view

Who dare pine

To be put under

Your spell

When you arrive

Like a new Cleopatra

Dressed to the nines

In gold and diamonds

It's why I always wait

Like a faithful follower

Forever in the shadows

Hidden on the sidelines

For how can I win

Against such a goddess of potent sin

Elusive

So intoxicating

Seductive

I feel blessed by Pāgānus

If Pāgānus was a god

For I'd walk the two hundred miles of

The Four Pillars of Zanzibar

To see your smile

Swim in the hazardous Pele Waters

At dusk

Just for a taste

Of your sensuous hypnotic musk

For obsession is a crazy horse to ride

To dark places

Where low men scoop fire into their laps

Praying their clothes will not get burnt

As they wander

Lost

Like Bedouin Prince's

In the deserts of the mind

Walking the wet shores of the Lylak

Looking forever

For your silhouette

Never to ask for help

Or to go back

It's why I wait

Here

In The Great In-Between

Fearful of abandonment

Since the first day

We met

For chasing love

Is like playing a crazy game with Diablo

Like Russian Roulette

Sometimes as I hear

The footsteps

Of another arrival

When the Great Golden Trumpet blows

In that moment

I always wonder

Is that your omnipotent power

With one kiss

Is one doomed to chase

And

Cursed to crave

To never forget

To then ride to

The wet shores of the Lylak

To dark places

Where low men scoop fire into their laps

Praying their clothes will not get burnt

As their souls

Cry out in thirst

(C)

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Monday, May 15, 2023

Lyrics of Life

(A lone voice whispers.)

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Hosanna

Composed

Cn every falling raindrop

Embraced

By all the world's many

Illuminated natives

From nearly every rooftop

Is freedom

Hosanna

A song

Sung in every wet embrace

From every treetop

The greatest symphony of all life

No matter how much this life hurts

When it sometimes

Cuts so deep

With its emotional knife

Hosanna

Run wild my child

They each sing in every teardrop

Before your time comes

Hosanna

Try to say

I truly lived before I died

And all my love

I willingly left behind

I gave

And helped so many others

To survive

Like it was my only state of mind

Hosanna

To all

I could find

Before my flickering candle

Blew out

And from this beautiful life

I resigned

From mankind

Hosanna

I truly lived before I died

And all my love

I left behind

I gave

And helped so many others

To survive

Like it was my only state of mind

Hosanna

To all

I could find

Before my flickering candle

Blew out

And from this beautiful life

I resigned

Hosanna

(C)

A faint whisper

If you once felt and experienced something

Truly magical

Really spiritual

A connection like never before

Don't burn that memory bridge back to it

Leave that door

Open

Slightly ajar

For those days

One day

After all the pain has been extinguished

Will still be some of your good days

Memories linked to relationships can be painful

But in the quiet hours

Alone

And with music playing

Or maybe enjoying the silence

You too will still remember

Those you once loved

From childhood through to adulthood

Those once beautiful souls

Who were brave and strong enough

To smile and beguile us

Even though the sad moments

Like a golden ritual Athame knife

Still cuts

Deep

And maybe will make you weep

When you realize

Those golden days may have died

But they can still live on

If you're courageous enough

To let sweet memories and pain

Collide

(C)

Big Stan's monologue

(A grieving soul whispers)

Tonight

I pray to dream

But here I lay

Feverish

Pitched in a grey tent of fatigue

Like a weary soldier

Suffering from PTSD

Laid out

Like a green funeral wreath

Begging for eternal

sleep

On mountains

Of sweat stained white sheets

But sleep never comes

To climb to the summits of my peaks

So here I am

Just another lost

Soul

Crying for mercy and salvation

Bleating

Amongst the insomnia masses

Like a weary grief stricken sheep

(C)

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Sunday, May 14, 2023

The Monologue of Father Bartholomew

(A lone voice whispers)

If I could reveal things

You've never seen

Which is to come

Visions

Gained from The Black Books of Secreta

Here in The Great In-Between

I'd have to burn my sacred oath

Made to Saint Malachy

A pledge made

In The Grand Theatre of Sper

Visions so heavenly

So celestial

But dark

To speak of such things

Would be treasonous

Would be to break it

But know this

The Black Books of Secreta

Here in The Great In-Between

Whisper of Darkness

Coming

The Fall of All

You know

But also of a glorious light

To push back the darkest of nights

So wear your faith

As your shield

Pray and never be tempted to yield

For the Four Horseman of The Apocalypse

Have started to ride

In the lower Dimensions Fields

Find a holy place

Fill it with grace

Deep inside

To prepare

For dark water rises

For strange things

Grow in power

As the Veil of Aquarius is slightly lifted

Even if you know

What's changed or shifted

Even if you're gifted

Dark gods have taken over the minds of some men

Now dark souls

Who shun the powers of prayer and amen

But there is still

A light to be found

A candle to be lit

A voice to soothe

With its profound sound

Peace to be shared

If you're open to give

As you still live

The Black Books of Secreta carries your name

You know

Lists all you do and say

If I can read it

So can the Principalities

Hidden

Embedded in the world's many shadows

And sideshows

So do more:

Eph. 6. [12]

For we wrestle not against flesh and blood,

but against principalities,

against powers,

against the rulers of the darkness of this world,

against spiritual wickedness in high places.

Do more

So I can help you to

Amare Vita (L)

Love life

(C)

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Saturday, May 13, 2023

The Rainbow Bridge

In a deep dream

I saw an old wooden bridge

A bridge of green and blue

Filled with yellow flowers and red roses

At the front of a huge crowd of watching blinking eyes

Stood a regal black Dobermann

He seemed quite confident and approached

You may not cross here yet

He spoke

Within my mind

These lands are for those who never forget true love

The companions

Of mankind

This is The Rainbow Bridge

And over those ivy mountains

Are the golden cities

Filled with happy owners and their sidekicks

The brothers and sisters of the Watchers

Who you now see

Before you

Called

The Bellagio

A sea of eyes

Filled with love

Who'll follow you

Wherever you go

Waiting patiently

In this rain or snow

For their beloved owners to show

Above you

If you look

Is a mirror

So we can see the other side

To know when their time Too comes

To prepare to be reunited

When our true love

Say their final goodbyes

For true love never dies

Only fluctuates

As one walks

Through a new gate

We are now at peace

No pain

No anxiety

Just happy to sit and wait for our soulmates

To cross The Rainbow Bridge

For there is no time

And no such concept of being late

Now go

Astral traveler

And recount our meeting and greetings from me and

The Bellagio

And with a low bark

He turned and walked back into the sea of smiling eyes

Who all blinked in unison

Seemingly smiling

And disappeared

As the dream started to fade

He appeared once more

Briefly

In the trailing smoke

And whispered before I could answer

It is I

Caesar

I have always been waiting for you

And as I woke and wrote

In my dream journal

The beloved memories of Caesar returned

Making me smile

That he was waiting

Now at peace

Amongst his happy brothers and sisters

Beyond The Rainbow Bridge

(C)

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Monologue of The Dream God

(A lone voice whispers)

Will

Tonight be the moment

We hold hands

Will the Sabbath

Sunday monsoon

Call together

Our depressed bodies

Like the eclipse of the eternal lovers

The Hot Sun and the Cool Moon

Will tomorrow

Drown our sorrows

As early-morning sparrows

Sing and

Dance to a crescendo of sonnets

That rings out

Like Town Cryer bells

Throughout the day

Until tomorrow

For when true love wanes

And desire causes you pain

Call to me

Speak my name and I will listen

Whisper those words we once glistened

With our sacred oaths

For I know you've never forgotten

The ones hidden in those glittering glass shards of your shattered heart

Now that I'm gone

And in daylight

We are apart

For the air

Particles and atoms

Are my envoys

Above the noise

My voice lingers in the side winds

Of the temporal frequencies

From here

In The Great In-Between

For when it seems you are all forsaken

Always remember you're safe in my embrace

Until you awaken

For I'm The Dream God

The Shadow Walker

Majesty of all the UnderLands

Stalking your dreams

Like..........

The Lord of Darkness

Just call to me

Morpheus

Deus Somnia

Visita me nocte (L)

(Morpheus

Morpheus

God of Dreams

Visit me tonight)

And I'll appear

To hold your hand

(C)

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Friday, May 12, 2023

Have you heard the call?

(A lone voice sings.)

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Salute.

Hey

Sister or mister

Can you feel it in the tiny spaces

In your soul

That low vibration

Calling out

Into the middle of the night

With a low whisper

If you do

Look to the Wailing Moon

It will guide you home

To my Red Sky

Where some of my purple doves fly

And low shadows

Roam

Underneath and in

Their locked rooms and catacombs

Follow the whispering trail

Of my falling golden messages

It leaves

Walk past

Lord Dagu

In Spring

The leader of Those

Who Deceive

When their bells

He rings

Follow that incredible feeling

In Winter

Like it's your life's only reason

Hear it in your heart

From now

So you can start

Whatever the season

For your audience grows

In our woodland groves

Mother

Daughters

Fathers

Brothers

Sisters and

Sons

They

Ancestors

Old lovers or

Kin

All watch

How you run

Standing or dancing round

Our huge burning pyre

Waiting for you

To crossover

When you retire

To take your place

In the dancing circle

By the Endless Fire

And embrace the magic

Of Omaru

It's endless power

As you dance forever

Under its Dark Tower

As lost voices

Ring out in joy

Like golden summoning bells

The Eternal Winds of Lauter

As they dance and yell

In all weathers

Now we live

In happiness

Forever

Purple Rain

We only want to dance round the fire

In the rain

No more pain

Now

We only dance round the fire

In the rain

Purple Rain

(C)

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P.S.

Prince is still making music, somewhere!

Salute.

Thursday, May 11, 2023

How hearing voices in the dark, began.

Press play before reading. Salute.

Well I know you're here

Dear listener

For I know you can hear my

voice

That inner one you use to read

Like all the of the living

As your hungry eyes linger on each of these intriguing lines

Ignoring your life's many compelling noises

As they for attention pine

Shall I'll begin

So before walking and crossing over like one of the world's last wild cowboys

Through the metaphysical blue portal

To here

Sheol of secret place filled with those who once sinned

Before being summoned like a loyal servant by a mysterious spell

A never seen ringing bell

In my soon-to-come precarious dreams

To hear unnatural voices

Hailing from The Great In-Between

One wet night in late September

If I remember

Right

In the maelstrom and swirling darkness

We foolishly sometimes call sleep

A beautiful angel called Lady Poetry

Crept into my view

As I slept

She whispered such enchanting tales to my higher self

Of how many would visit

And pass on stories of their lives

As they reminisced

Since those lost souls need this process

As a form of catharsis

They needed a friend to express their thoughts like you

About why they still grieved and wept

She continued and whispered

That I was simply a new conduit from an old place

We Angels called The Abyss

And with a parting soft kiss

She disappeared, and then the many voices appeared

From sleeps swirling grey maelstroms and mists

Voices from new and old disciples

Trying to plead and bargain their way home

Speaking to memories

Or of people left in their old world

Through whispers

Spoken to me in the middle of the night

As they tried to atone

How do I hear them I was once asked

Well

Within a year or so, of those strange ethereal dreams

And being tasked

By Lady Poetry

Strange unknown visitors

Suddenly started appearing within my lucid deep streams

Long-deceased ghosts reciting poetry of love

Grief

Heartbreak

And all other emotions one could ever feel

When they once lived

In the breathing spaces

In The Great In-Between

And so it begins with tonight's voice in the dark

As I sit lonely here

In my private writing booth

My darkened room

My den

Illuminated only by my beautiful Tiffany lamp

With my black Remington typewriter for company as my pen

In my mind’s eye

A shimmering electrically charged stage has suddenly appeared

As it always does

All black save for a type of bright white spotlight in the middle

Like a striking beam of lightning

A figure has appeared and stepped into the light from the shadows

Into view

Rugged

Bearded and wearing a white shirt and a dark Mac with piercing blue eyes

He speaks

My name is William

John

Will you recite my stories to the world

Oh narrator from the lands of the living

Who am I to say no?

I whisper and so it begins as always

William speaks

Will you listen

I just want my Lucinda to know these words

I never got the chance to say

Before that car struck me down and I died in that early morning ambulance

On that so busy motorway

Just still know

Lucinda

Before you got that fatal call

I can now express better what my soul begs to confess

If we were worth nothing or rich beyond compare

I would still stand beside you and just try to love you

If you were scared

Frightened or just weighed down with life and all its intense baggage

I would gladly rush in to help carry all your burdens

If you were mad or just simply sad

I would quickly reach out with empathy

Overflowing with an electrifying passion

To just embrace you in a hug of complete compassion

If you needed some love and light

In the middle of a lifetime

I would just simply appear through inspired lines

Like this prose to hold you tightly

Simply to remind you

All your feelings of guilt or pain are also mine

If you needed anything profound

Beyond my care or abilities

I would just try to simply love you

From afar

For ours

Lucinda is but a silent union

Free from physical excesses

But now entwined and spinning endlessly

Lost in the spiritual cosmos

Beyond time and space

Until we meet again

I'll always watch over you

As you with our beautiful children

Alastair and Erin

Run your race

Goodnight my love

Sending so much love and light

From here

The Lands within Lands

Only found in The Hidden Places