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

(C)
Copyright John Duffy 

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