Have you ever or even now, had a pen pal?
Before you answer read the definition of pen pals.
If you regularly exchange letters or read some, (my opinion)
Aren't you exchanging a form of a spiritual letter?
With a stranger like me whose relationship is based primarily, or even solely, on their exchange?
Salute.
Pen pals (or penpals, pen-pals, penfriends or pen friends) are people who regularly write to each other, particularly via postal mail.
Pen pals are usually strangers whose relationship is based primarily, or even solely, on their exchange of letters.
Source: Google
The Pen Pal Letter to Elizabeth Charlemagne
Some whisper and will
In secret occult circles
About these last days of 2024
That
Humanity will fall in unruly petulant desire
Consumed and devoured by a blazing infectious fire
But what happens to you and I
Your mind and mine
Do you still shiver inwardly at the vibrational thoughts
Of my words
Do they bind you
Submissively
To always return
Like Anne Cécile Desclos
Doomed forever
To hovering above my prose
That screams to be heard
With wide eager eyes
Like a love-struck
Hummingbird
Do you still tremble like when we first met
Wanting the warm caress of loquacious re-introductions
Of new verbs
Opening mystical
Golden gates to new
Poetic realms
And their irreplaceable guile to bind us together
Like love-struck Siamese twins
Creating welcomed sins
Of dried sweat and sweet tributaries
Of deep-seated spiritual yearnings
That makes your mind
so damn wet
Tales of the supernatural
Light and darkness
Filled with movement or stillness
Sovereignty or loneliness
New flames of innermost desires
Contained in unspeakable
words or unfamiliar names
As our Zisurru
Poetic stories to be kset asunder
In the footfalls
of Zeus's approaching
apocalyptic thunder
To burn new Hurricane lanterns
in Imaginations darkened
Halls of Fame
To live in the hope
Of a new life
An everlasting dance
With a drop of a wild transmigration
As our new Nexus
To savor in your mouth
Like an intense-tasting holy communion wine
A strong touch of such wantonness
Your
Voracious soul needs
To carry to all empires
You may visit
In the North
East
West or South
As it swallows new
Stories with ravenous greed
Will we survive
Still together in 2025
With such
Intellectual thoughts
You might still whisper
and silently ask
You and me
Does
Will it last
Echo in
Dreams whilst waiting
For the midnight call on
New Year's Eve
When we gather to
Sing pagan songs of
King Solomon
As we fight back
the encroaching darkness
With shining
drunk Astral eyes
as our Athame
Our sacrificial knife
Inwardly praying
to always believe
Under the sharp eyes
of the Winters Midnight Sun
Which for so many lost souls
We know
She will still shine
Ever brighter
As she quietly watches
and grieves
As they collect
their angel wings as they leave
Who knows my child
Everlasting hope and
Peace could arrive as one
So we could conquer this new normal and continue to rise
Or it could all go wild
And turn into a new dark nuclear history
Where dreams and people
Are consumed and defiled
As good and evil
Battle for victory
And apart
we may have to survive
On mean streets
As quantum tattooed vaccinated slaves
Or unvaccinated exiles
In a New World Order
Called a Fool's Paradise
Without
Any known borders
But either way
know this
May your spirit guides
Lead you to continued health and safety
Across all fast-flowing political wars
Waters
Famine or disorders
So in 2025
We can share our much loved algorithms
In all our holy quarters
So mote be it
What will be
Will be
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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