(A lone voice whispers)
Am I cursed like poor Orpheus
The son of Apollo
To just wander through life
Wasting my time
Cursed by the Three Crones
To now write rhymes
For just you
Who I silently
Follow
Writing about love and sorrow
Whilst hid in my hollow
For only
Two invisible pennies
Or dimes
Because my Goddess
Divine has called
In all my sins
To be tormented in every way
Like Orpheus by the Maenads
To play
With this as punishment
For all my eternal crimes
Every night
Or at the break of morning
I'm now doomed
To write
Sometimes
In darkness
Sometimes in light
Writing for my soul
For my freedom
To really see
Unlocking old mysteries
Hidden deep within me
To take back control
Using secretive newly found keys
To mysterious occult doors
To traverse through
Strange literature about inner kingdoms
As I now speak to you
The silent viewers
Hiding cleverly amongst life's many moors
Hidden in the vastness of The Universe or simply forgotten kin
Or quiet fallen watchers
Parading silently
Through my paradigms of words or simply perusing
In my inspired biosphere
Am I but one of the many cursed
Maybe like you
Too
To walk at the front like a brave foot soldier or simply following
Like a loyal Bannerman
Coerced beyond belief
To seek continuous relief
Is that why I
Perhaps like you
Always now write
For sleep doesn't come easy to us two
Walking these precarious tightropes
At midnight
Filled with such unknown delicious and sometimes devilish mysteries
Now cast me
My two invisible pennies
Or dimes
By reading on with those eager eyes
As I serve my penance
For all my own earthly crimes
Urging you to absorb all my otherworldly experiences while you read
With unrestrained greed
For know
All our mistakes and crimes
Are to be judged by our own
Head Watchman
Our own judge and jury
When it's our time
No matter what you've got
Or where you go
And it’s why I now saunter through life
Perpetually seeking salvation to be un- dammed
Spreading inspiration through through words
Painting tapestries created within carefully selected adjectives and verbs
Before I meet the primordial and eternal king and prepare to be judged as I pray and hold my nerve
In the apex of the all the universe
Where used up stars fall like molten snow as golden bells sing a soft melody
Who the faint whispers tell me is called the Tall Man
The ruler of all
Who are tainted to live within realms of neverending jeopardy
Copyright John Duffy
Confessionalism of The Soothsayer
(A lone voice whispers)
Am I cursed like poor Orpheus
The son of Apollo
To just wander through life
Wasting my time
Cursed by the Three Crones
To now write rhymes
For just you
Who I silently
Follow
Writing about love and sorrow
Whilst hid in my hollow
For only
Two invisible pennies
Or dimes
Because my Goddess
Divine has called
In all my sins
To be tormented in every way
Like Orpheus by the Maenads
To play
With this as punishment
For all my eternal crimes
Every night
Or at the break of morning
I'm now doomed
To write
Sometimes
In darkness
Sometimes in light
Writing for my soul
For my freedom
To really see
Unlocking old mysteries
Hidden deep within me
To take back control
Using secretive newly found keys
To mysterious occult doors
To traverse through
Strange literature about inner kingdoms
As I now speak to you
The silent viewers
Hiding cleverly amongst life's many moors
Hidden in the vastness of
The Universe or
Simply forgotten kin
Or quiet fallen watchers
Parading silently
Through my paradigms of words or simply perusing
In my inspired biosphere
Am I but one of the many cursed
Maybe like you
Too
To walk at the front like a brave foot soldier or simply following
Like a loyal Bannerman
Coerced beyond belief
To seek continuous relief
Is that why I
Perhaps like you
Always now write
For sleep doesn't come easy to us two
Walking these precarious tightropes
At midnight
Filled with such unknown delicious and sometimes devilish
Mysteries
Now cast me
My two invisible pennies
Or dimes
By reading on with those eager eyes
As I serve my penance
For all my own earthly crimes
Urging you to absorb all my otherworldly experiences while you read
With unrestrained greed
For know
All our mistakes and crimes
Are to be judged by our own
Head Watchman
Our own judge and jury
When it's our time
No matter what you've got
Or where you go
And it’s why I now saunter through life
Perpetually seeking salvation to be un- dammed
Spreading inspiration through through words
Painting tapestries created within carefully selected adjectives and verbs
Before I meet primordial and eternal king
In the apex of the all the universe
Where used up stars fall like molten snow as his golden bells sing a soft melody
As it's eyes glows
Who the faint whispers tell me
Is called the Tall Man
The ruler of all who are tainted to live within realms of jeopardy
Copyright John Duffy
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