Poetry from The Great In-Between: September 2024

Monday, September 30, 2024

Darkness to Light

(A lone voice whispers)

In these dark times

Of bombs dropping

Keep your faith

Some politicians and countries

In hidden

Silence

Gather to

Pray for war and violence

In uneven lines

With a version of Caiphas

The dark priest

From the mythical Lost City of Dis

In The Far East

Praying the world

Tastes a Malebolge sour kiss

But what the sowers of scandal and their many followers

Of the Three-Headed Beast

Will soon know

They risk

Living by The Great Lake of Cocytus

Within the gateway to a soulless Judecca

Floating in the dark wells of fire and ice

To be with their God

Who pays with cursed gold

In the form of all you desire

Only to entrap those into sin

To burn

In the eternal fire

As the Great Battle

Continues

Into eternity

As the bombings

Begin

While angels

Of Light

Led by Archangel Michael

Slowly

Win

In long nights

So jeep your faith

For the Darkness

And its followers on crusade

Will soon

Fade

(C)

The voice of the Mytakiia

Press play

( A lone voice whispers)

Are you good in spirit

Kind and filled with compassion

Or do you want to join the horde

And beg for an epiphany from our lord

For I've seen

The newly indentured

Stand

Crying

Like forever

In this endless rain

On this unhallowed sand

In this no man's land

When they realise their holy dreams have died

In pain

In reflective wet

Puddles

Seen hearts once made out of stone

Torn out of cold sides

And laid

By the wayside

As lost souls

Daily

Struggled

As the Watchers

Beyond the Great Shadows

In their hundreds

Smiled and chuckled

At the newly condemned

As they suffered

Seen Antediluvian Kings

Of once great renown

Fall and kneel

And curse the black sky

Using every known verb to implore how they feel

Watched cities

Of the wailing

In their numbered caves

Plead for forgiveness

Like the 72

Imprisoned by King Solomon's seal

All this I've seen

And so much more

But amongst these mists

A new seat

In one of our caves

Always awaits

Its number for the

Newbie

On that door

Is always eight

Covered in a million old etched in names

It could carry your name

Like mine

Into oblivion

But if you still feel the compulsion

To do what's right

To walk the good walk

Who knows

We The Mytakiia

The followers of the slow path to salvation

Might never see you

On any given night

In these grey land

Of wailing and pain

To stand like

Those lost

Like us

Before the centuries of pleading our case

The wailing multitude

We call the Profane

Who stand still crying into the endless rain

Asking for forgiveness

From a higher power

Of no name

(C)

Sunday, September 29, 2024

Sunday blessings

(A lone voice whispers)

In this maelstrom of life

There's always a way to help sad times end

Just ask for help from family or friends

So don't just wander lost

Loveless and forgotten by your version of God

That self-indulgent cognitive deep-seated emotion

Has never been a prerequisite

Bestowed from strange unvisited realms

From so high above

You just need to embrace all of your carefully camouflaged deep

Compartmentalized scars

To try to find your own Philosopher's Stone

Where it's just brimming with hope

Within your own hidden spiritual development

And maybe forgotten divine love

For it will help to support you

Whenever you are stuck

Wallowing knee-deep

In your life's own ever-growing mud

Saturday, September 28, 2024

The Song of Eeeooo Eeeooo E

(A lone woman sings)

With your last breath

Of the fading midnight hour

Will you hear with all your powers of the auditory

The musical call of my mystical senryu

Eeeooo Eeeooo E

Eeeooo Eeeooo Eeeooo E

Eeeooo Eeeooo E

From my Bacchic Celebration Towers

Will you join my unashamed company

In the swirling dervish mists

Who go past each midnight

From another realm

Singing and chanting

Eeeooo Eeeooo E

Eeeooo Eeeooo Eeeooo E

Eeeooo Eeeooo

To join a new world

Of never-ending pleasures

That will forever last

Where sensuous music with wild voices

Will put your soul

At risk

With its seductive noises

And make it your Fate

To enter and close its rusty old gates

Forever

Would you join

As they passed

No longer to lament

But to be courageous

To welcome me

To pitch my tent

In your soul

With powers of enchantment and pleasure

That will seem

Heaven sent

A contradiction

Of above and below

For I know

When all lascivious dreams must go

So shed your hubris and pomposity

As you

To me

Are led

Chanting my musical

senryu of

Eeeooo Eeeooo E

Eeeooo Eeeooo Eeeooo E

Eeeooo Eeeooo

We pray to

The Golden Goddess of Exiles

Eeeooo Eeeooo E

Eeeooo Eeeooo Eeeooo E

Eeeooo Eeeooo E

To go to a place

Where purple butterflies live forever

And people never

Die

Eeeooo Eeeooo E

Eeeooo Eeeooo Eeeooo E

Eeeooo Eeeooo

(C)

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Thursday, September 26, 2024

A whisper in the night

Even though

The night is mine

Like the African doe

Who hides behind

The bushes in the nighttime

In the Kigali

Every breath you take

Every step you make

Even if the moon longer rises

Or the sun goes out

I will be at your side

If you lose hope

With nothing left to cope

I will be at your side

If your life seems empty whilst others seem to have plenty

Pray to me to appear

To wipe away those tears

For I will be at your side

If you need space and time

To clear your mind

If you need to feel pain

To be reborn again

I will be at your side

If Fate brings you SAD gifts

Like seasonal affective disorders

From all known states

Or borders

Or people filled with and preaching hate

Call to me

And I will be at your side

For your life is but a brief whisper

A quick ride in my Ether

A tiny dot on my ethereal map

A made-up wheel

Created by the Babylonians and Egyptians

That can steal all you feel

So know

Your life was never made to live alone

Driven by a ticking wheel

Call to me

To atone

And I will be at your side

In a flash

Before your world turns to ash

So my Keeper of the Sacred Keys

Peter

Can welcome you home

To a wonderful land

Where you're never alone

But with all your family and beloved friends

And free spirits as all animals roam

Remember to call to me

So I can be at your side

I'm sure you know my name

For I'm also a child

A son of a God sent to guide

All things in his Ether

Which collide

Even the sinful

Who have lied

But more so

For those who souls

Who have cried

Call to me

For dear reader

Faith always provides

(C)

The Monologue of the Dagartha

(A lone voice whispers)

To you all

From childhood to adulthood

We the Dagartha

Have been with you

Just standing hidden unseen

Whispering advice from The grey shadows

Of the Great In-Between

Sending words of hope like much-needed sounds from ringing golden bells

From the Eternal Spring

Praying

You'd see the light and turn away from what's not right

Or deep sorrow you could awaken

To suffer with

In endless sleepless nights

Under its spell

To get lost in a maze with others

Blindly walking the path

Of the Forsaken

So if you want to live in peace and avoid the clutches of hell

To avoid the forsaken pathways filled with grief

Listen to those voices and mine

and embrace their tone

And know

We follow and you're never alone

From the dawn of childhood to adulthood

Through all mysteries which may try to bind

We guide

For we are the Dagartha

From the Rock and Harbour

The Hidden Wood

Sent to guide

Whoever we could

(C)

Tuesday, September 24, 2024

Brigid

(A lone voice whispers)

Spellbound

As no more fields are ploughed

Lost in a Cretan labyrinth of the unspoken and untold

Stumbling like a blind man or woman through love's now empty barren playgrounds

As Winters long reach starts to unfold to breach Autumnal walls

While wild valley blackbirds and starling flocks

Scream and call out in unison at the lack of the rising sun

About the impending icy cold as they fly in the autumnal equinox

With Death lingering

Around

Like black mold

With bony fingers

Rattling without a sound

Awaiting Wintersonnenwende

As daylight recedes

Like one of the Devil's Island

Condemned

Spring

The Exalted One,

Awaits for her rebirth in a green pod

Created by her beloved

God

Trapped deep beneath the cold earth

Lost in a Cretan labyrinth of the unspoken and untold

Before once again

Being released to

Rebuild the pillars of the earth

With her rebirth

(C)

Wintersonnenwende translates to “winter solstice” in English.

Creativity

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Foundation of the piece:

Do poets write, regardless of an audience, but just for the privilege of eliciting a response, in just someone?

Title:

Creativity

(A lone voice whispers)

Is poetry like hearing drums

Announcing your stories which must be spun

Even if only

Your readers

Numbers

Are just

(C)

Monday, September 23, 2024

The Monologue of Mr Grief

(A lone voice whispers)

Some people I know

Like to wear their hearts on their sleeves

And smile at the world

Wherever they go

It's so much more courageous and revolutionary

Then I can ever conceive

I like to keep mine under deep cover so it can recuperate and try to breathe

From all the subtle Kübler-Ross wars, I've recently endured

As I seek a means to quell all these tragic sensations which must be cured

For I know deep down they need to run their course

As I lay tapping my feet listening to the bustling wind as it blows yonder

I always ponder

The why's and the what for's

The means and themes of all that depressing pain that eventually follows home

Each time that so delicious memories' tablet I delicately swallow

For I know

Things will never be the same and I take my hat off and bow

To all those who suffer in silence but smile

Wherever they go

As they wear their hearts on their sleeves

For to little old me

It's just a crazy concept and one I can never believe

For inside now I'm without you

I'll just wander in solitude

Living on my own and some nights when I'm sat alone

In our old home

Sipping lemonade and gin

Thinking about the last time I saw your beautiful face

Touched your soul as we rolled around playfully

Wrapped up together in twenty-five minutes of sin

We thought would last forever

Until illness came creeping in and called you home

I'll forever just grieve

Walking around

With my heart hidden

Carefully

Under my sleeves

A secret one named Yato Norogato Speaks

In the eternal battle between the Light and Dark

To defeat the metaphorical slugs that surround you and wait so quietly and patiently

In black uneven lines

Who pine

The slow but sure followers of a second eternal Father called Darkness

Who hides behind the worlds worst headlines

Trying stealthily to invade your Circle of Happiness

You must use whatever your Allegiance as an unspoken Magical Charm

To protect your Angelic Stillness

By wielding your Devotion as your Salt Circle

In an unbreakable Sword of Conjured Silver

To hold back the Dark Hordes

Imbued with your Virtues as your Mighty Defender

To protect your Family

Friends

Hopes and Dreams

For at the Core

Stripped bare

That's all

Whatever your calling

That's been already planted as a Trinity of Divine Seeds

Within us all

That we'll ever need

In which we can trust

Before we turn to dust

And return to the Universes never-ending cathedrals

Of ever-expanding atoms

As we are once again forced to kneel in submissive acquiescence

When Death visits and we are then crushed

(C)

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Risk

Press Play

Spontaneous poetry

A dash of fun on a wet Monday

A lone guitarist sings

Are you

Picking pears

From the poetry tree

Are you

Picking pears

From the poetry tree

Expressing

All you could be

Are you

Walking through life's wild woods

Embracing all you could be

As you

Pick pears

From the poetry tree

Sharing your love of words

For all

Who could read

To see

(C)

Sunday, September 22, 2024

Is your soul waking?

(A lone voice whispers)

Every day, do people look for a life-changing truth but has it become commercial

A new rehearsal by an old hidden hand

For that truth,

The real truth

Is it hidden throughout the land

And is the soul indentured at birth to conform to its new norm

To never see it

But is the human experience

Stripped down to its essential form

Does it have its own unique voice

Light and sound

A soul

Not indentured to wander around self-blinded

If it pauses in a commercialised world to look around

Not indentured to not

learning to read or speak its own inner language

For a lifetime of reading thousands of books

Will not give us the truth

Some are looking for in a quest of soul reshaping

We can only be guided by living life through better eyes

Before we all die

And is that why you're here

Because you love writing or reading poetry

Because it's your soul speaking and expressing its true inner language

As it overcomes indentured barriers of fears

For some say the greater part of the soul lies outside

Not inside the body

In a simple truth called soul waking

Experiencing all we meet

Before our time as human beings is retaken

(C)

Have you undergone Metanoia?

Press play.

(A lone voice whispers)

From love

Friends and many levels of relationships

Sometimes destiny

Destroys us

To embrace metanoia

(C)

Metanoia.

A Greek term relating to a profound, transformative change of heart or an intellectual conversion of the mind.

Memories of Lucinda

(A lone voice whispers)

There's a hidden secret room I go to

In my cathedral of dreams

Whenever I sleep

Where a white candle burns

In The Great In-Between

As Yesterday lives wild

Fed on memories and crawls up and down

The broken walls

While favourite ones

Stand up tall

And in amongst the grey clutches of Yesterday

There in the middle

Amongst the cobwebs and ivy

The weeds and bits of creeping moss

Is my old shrine

To all I've lost

A long time ago

That shrine once as white as snow

But now grey

It shines and gleams

With mystical glee

As Yesterday

Crawls up and down the walls

Like a banshee

Wearing a black shawl

In its centre

Made of now dull silver

On its table

Is a black and white picture left by Yesterday

For me to remember

The only love who kept me stable

Lost in December

And as I pause

And Yesterday

Feeding on memories

Stop's climbing the walls

I hear her sweet husky voice over the top of my beating heart

It breaches the weed filled nooks and crannies

Cools my fast flowing bloodstream

Then in that moment climbing through the atoms of that sparse air

Comes her perfume drifting

From somewhere

A much loved fragrance from the past

Filled with sweet moments as I remember I prayed would last

Then Yesterday moves

And the scent is gone

The voice disappears

And in that room of no living creature

Where I sometimes appear

To remember

Yesterday's memories

Which I hold dear

That white candle

in its centre

On that table

Burns brighter each year

On the 28 of December

When I return to remember

My beloved Lucinda

Who I lost

One fatal day in winter

(C)

Saturday, September 21, 2024

Cataclysmic Dreams

Foundation of the piece:

Have you met someone special, but circumstances prevent you from taking things, forward?

Cataclysmic Dreams

(A lone voice whispers)

Sometimes in the early morning breeze

As the world is slowly

Waking and yawning

In deep delicious dreams

Dressed from head to toe

In blue and green

You come strolling in

Wearing glorious white satin

Appearing

Through a portal

From The Great In-Between

Walking in

Like a beautiful young Cleopatra

My alpha and omega

Where we then

Hand in hand

Lay in a field of yellow hay

As wild horses around us

Neigh and play

Looking deeply into each other's eyes

As twin

Eagles above us

Circle and play

As the watching the world goes by

Slowly

Fading away

Thinking

Why are some circumferences so unfair

That you can't have some fun

With your heart's true love

But only in dreams

Before your real life is run

(C)

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The Eulogy Letter

Press play.

What would your eulogy letter say?

Although I leave

Behind

So many to grieve

Please don't cry

For I have loved my beautiful life

And have no fear to die

For through faith

I know

Angels with bright wings

With turtle-doves

That sing

Will find me

To guide me

Beyond the clouds of this world's largest sky

Way past Saturn Rings

For my heart is clear

And filled with all the wonderful things

I hold dear

Like you all

My family and friends

So hold on to your sad tears

This is not the end

For I have danced hand in hand with love

In the early morning rain

And sunshine

Savored its sweet taste and pain

In my beating chest as my heart pined

Kissed and fought

For peace

For the oppressed

With all the many buttons

I could find

To press

So of me do not cry

For fear of death

No fear

Have I

For my God

Now waits for me

Smiling

Beaming

In the shadows

By the silver gates

In the eternal green redeeming meadows

So take this

As my final kiss

Goodbye

My eulogy letter

For remember

When you hear this

Trust me

Good friends and true love

Never die

And knowing

Loving and seeing

You all

Has been my utmost pleasure

And I can only hope and pray

You'll keep doing your best in some way

Therefore, in closing

Good night and

God bless

Remember me

Just another loved one

Walking to find their salvation

In the Holy Sea

(C)

Thursday, September 19, 2024

The Calling

Press play.

(A lone voice whispers)

Run to me

My only love

Through all of your life's wild woods

To reach my secret mountain glade

To where I'm stood

Waiting

Like a lone ash tree

Come to your destiny

As I stand chanting

In my circle of salt

Sending out spells in poetry

To enchant and call to you

Each night

Even when you prayed

A part of me still waits in those dark woods

In the deep unconscious recesses of your mind

Just hidden in the green ivy and shade

Where your deepest desires are confined and waylaid

Will you surrender and just come to me

For I will build inside you a new spiritual temple

With tender soft hands

A red beating altar

As its centrepiece

Filled with love's marching band's

To absolve all your fears

So search for me

In those unconscious recesses of your mind

Just hidden in the green ivy and shade

Where your deepest desires are confined and waylaid

To come to a new church

To be baptised and ordained

Walk through all that ceremonial smoke that chokes

Past the enticing pit fires

Surrounded and lit by temptations

Many crowds of enticing chanting liars

When you hear

Me calling

"De prisa, queda poco tiempo"

(Hurry, there is little time left)

"De prisa, queda poco tiempo"

To finally cross the wet sands and swim through the dark waters

To defeat

Death

To reach my mountain woodland glade

Inside

Where we can finally dance freely in glee

Amongst the deadly nightshade

And face the rise of the Full Winter Moon

Totally unafraid

Like Adam and Eve

As the rest of the world

Is falling

Manipulated by those indentured politicians and news presenters

Who like to gaslight and deceive

Wearing expensive suites and dolman white sleeves

(C)

Wednesday, September 18, 2024

Remember Me

Remember me

My Elysee

In the low hours

When you are weak

And have lowered

Your powerful barriers

For it's then I can only be seen

Remember me

As that tsunami of furious fire

That once reenergized you

In those dark years

When you were alone and tired

To be wholly free

Remember me

By looking at my picture

Your now favourite

Black and white one I sent you

As my holy scripture

That you'll only need

Remember me when you are old

Standing brightly as the early morning sun

In the darkness of old age

Even though your beloved memories are getting cold

Before God turns your page

So you can fade away

To join me

As the hours and seconds

Run away

Remember me

So I may stay

In some strange spiritual way

To give you comfort

Until you too are recalled

To float away

Someday

Remember me

My poetic love

So I can come to you

In dreams

Walking down to find you

Through the ethereal blue rivers and green

Underground streams

To reach you to swim

Together

Reunited

In the Holy Sea

Until the early morning sunrise

Remember me

As your true spiritual devotion

Who you never met in physical flesh

But one

Who wrote down

In his pre-life road map

With his spirit guide

In another

Far away nation

"I want to meet someone so extraordinary

Someone worldwide

Who will show me such poetic wonders"

"That my heart will open up its velvety doors and ask to be possessed as it pleads to confess

Before I once more walk

In these heavenly tides

Of the Holy Sea"

And then I suddenly met you

Mesmerised

By all

I could see

So that's why I pray

For you

Each night

So you'll remember me

As I wait here

Walking barefoot and alone

In the swirling tides

Of The Holy Sea

Waiting

for the one

I once wrote down before I was born

Now known

As Elysee

The only one I'll ever need

(C)

Monday, September 16, 2024

Peace

(A lone voice whispers)

In the lower levels of spiritual existence

We once roamed

Alone and lonely

Forlornly

Looking for true love

And all its mysterious emotional energy

Hidden away

In our empty homes

And like a red rose

Blooming in a garden of thorns

I found you

Like a rare diamond amongst the coal

Blowing your triumphant golden horn

We danced

Sang and laughed together

And our happiness seemed forever

But Fate

That unseen handler of so many

From The Great In-Between

Intervened

Then you were once more lost

The ever-expanding sea

From dark shores

Had reached us and you were beached

Somewhere

Between

Where and there

Between us

But

Regret is a grey smoke

I will never breathe

Pain

A tablet of separation

I will never take

For our life

Together although short

Will vibrate

Throughout my eternity

Forever

For memories make a person once broken

Smile filled with happy thoughts

Though unspoken

For pain and regret are always blowing like hungry

Vampiric seeds in the loose winds

Hoping to take root and grow in the garden of sad hearts

Which invite them in

Sadness found in regret and pain

Should be cleansed by remembering

All those happier times

For that's how I remain

Profound

For even though now

My old love and me

Don't share the same

Common ground

Rose DeWitt Bukater and Jack Dawson

In that famous Titanic ending scene

We'll dance forever

Together

In my dreams

(C)

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Autumnal Whispers

Autumnal darkness comes like a favourite old friend

In this

The longest of nights

In September

Creeping in like a Mesopotamia creeping mist

Like one remembered

While the rest of the world is sleeping

Depriving me of sleep

Underneath its meager grey skies

As weather chimes

Overcast

Cry

Sing and whistle

In rhyme

O Lord,

Hear my cry

On your

Most High

Open up my soul contract

And declare by your decree

My freedom is still intact

My freedom to find my Lucinda

The girl who once gave me her number

A while back

Only to lose me and our whispered pact

By the strike of your thunder

Hear me

O Mighty Lord

In this Autumnal hour

Cut the cord

So I can leave this memory place

Of smoke and ash

So I can just run

To find her with all my remaining power

But in these low whispers

In the deep depths

I feel the vibrational presence of viewers

So here's to you

You

The bohemians

Eccentrics originals and mavericks

The kingdom builders of visual worlds that shine through

Using the power and brilliance of inspired words and fluted thoughts

I pray with you to stay

Like my beloved Lucinda

In memories

You

The Ones

That has the brilliance of words and fluted thoughts

Only you

I can praise

You

The searchers

Creator's

Poetic

Time abusers

Be free and never

Bought

(C)

Saturday, September 14, 2024

The Wastelands of Shibboleth.

Foundation of the piece:

Do those we lose, watch and wait?

What do you think?

Title:

The Wastelands of Shibboleth.

(A lone voice whispers)

These nights are so long

Now that I've crossed this dark sea with the child of Erebus

Singing

The Coming Home

Song

To a land undreamed of

But I sometimes

Wonder

Do you still miss me

My only love

Now that we're both free

For I'll still love you

As long as The Hurrian Hymn is played

Even as long

As heartfelt prayers are made

To the peaks of the highest snow-covered mountains

And into the deep depths

Of Agartha

Hidden Fountains

My soul may be unreachable

And out of sight

Every night

Brought about by our Lord and Grace

By always remember

I'm here

Just waiting in a pristine white room

In a unique place

Where

Through my obsidian scrying glass

I can still see

Your beautiful face

By sun and moon

Rain or shine

Fire or candlelight

To love you

Is all I now have

To carry me through these endless nights

In these Barren Lands

To remind me

You were once mine

An even though

I've taken my last breath

When Deaths Messenger

Charon called

I'll still love you through all the tragedies

Thane of Glamis

Loved his Lady Macbeth

For sometimes faith in love

Is all you can use

When you have nothing left

To lose

So when God

Bade me take my last breath

With a wave of his hand

Like Nero of Rome

So I could hear the child of Erebus

Singing

The Coming Home

Song

I made his messenger

Titan promise

I shall see you better

Even after death

When you join me here

In Shibboleth

The Wastelands

Filled with those

No longer wearing flesh

(C)

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Argento

(A lone voice whispers)

In this new spiritual war,

I've searched

So many once long forgotten rooms

Hidden in this cathedral of my mind

My old worldly kingdom

Looked in faded memory tombs

For freedom

Visited death and birth

Laughter and mirth

Mementos of life on Earth

Endless light

And dark cloaks

Worn by

Recollections

Of folks

Invoked

Now

I'm here

Standing like a lighthouse

Before all the oncoming

All consuming darkness

By this

Always burning

Old Oak tree

The only truths

I now know

Sharpened by the Blacksmiths

Of Time's

Anvils

As it flows

Like poetry by

Oscar Wilde

And it's why

My soul

Now bleeds

In rhymes and cries

Looking down to the walking flesh coffins

Beyond

Filled to the brim

With greed and sin

Just awaiting a home

When gravediggers

Are summoned

By lone priests

To dig

I've watched love turn to hate and burnt to ash

As foolish lovers

Took the Devil's cold cash

Looked upon empty bedrooms

As angels were cast out by new practices

From loving homes

Seen red roses

Crushed in concrete

To never regrow

As their leaves

Withered in sorry defeat

In the ethereal snow

Saw Straw Men

In red clouds

Ride in

Smiling

To rain down on those

Praying to sin

But through it all

No matter how many

Pieces have to fall

The only truth that matters

Is to have faith

In whatever religion

You believe in

To break the bullpen

So You'll know when to protect yourself

To never choke again

For one day

The true believers

Will stand

Shoulder to shoulder

Arm in arm

And sing this

Our battle song

O LORD

Keep us

Safe

O LORD

Safe

O LORD

From the wicked

Places

O LORD

Protect us from storms of violence

O LORD

By planners

Hiding

In the silence

O LORD

Come our Way

For

You are the Way

The way to

The Ford

Hear us

O LORD

Hear us

O LORD

Glory Glory

Hallelujah

O LORD

Glory Glory

Hallelujah

Do you believe

You'll stand and sing

Arm in arm

When the Great Tribulation

Comes and

Begins

I hope so

For when the trials of sin come

I'll look for you

To take

Your arm

To sing our marching song as the great purge begins

To the sound of beating drums

O LORD

Keep us

Safe

O LORD

Safe

O LORD

From the wicked

Places

O LORD

Protect us from storms of violence

O LORD

By planners

Hiding

In the silence

O LORD

Come our Way

For

You are the Way

The way to

The Ford

Hear us

O LORD

Hear us

O LORD

Glory Glory

Hallelujah

O LORD

Glory Glory

Hallelujah

(C)

Thursday, September 12, 2024

Señora Desamor: Lady Heartbreak

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(A lone voice whispers)

I can always remember the first time I met her

Dancing wearing blue roller skates to Disco Inferno

In Studio 54

In 77'

All dressed in white satin

I should have known

Deep down what would happen

She'd put me under her emotional spell

Like an angel sent from Heaven

Then invite me later

Like a concierge

Into here

Heartbreak Hotel

Where the broken go to rebel and scream

In their cells

As She watches and

Absorbs the sights and smells

While lost souls like us

Kneel plead and yell

Burn baby

Burn

So it must be true what some say

That if you're eager to learn about or taste a touch of hell

Take a sip of love's crimson waters

From her deep well

To fall under her spell

(C)

Señora Desamor: Lady Heartbreak

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Propaganda

Press Play.

Foundation of the piece:

Do you trust everything media companies broadcast?

(A lone voice whispers)

Let that balloon of propaganda and conditioned hate go

So it can disappear and fade like winter snow

Like when Spring comes

Marching in

With her army of green

Called Rebirth

To fire life-giving bullets from their green guns

Into the Earth

As She watches and speaks in tongues

To embrace the sounds of your own souls redemption drums

When that time

Finally comes

For even the blind get led by the blind

Cleverly played by those

Who cast mind spells to bind

So let that balloon float away

Filled with verses that once swayed

Starting today

Therefore, in closing

Listen carefully what newscasters say

For all words are spells

Particularly poetry

Don't get given a dark balloon of hate by Spellcasters

With minds

Bought with silver pieces of eight

To cast mind spells to bind

To subjugate

Who are always lying in wait

Smiling sitting in this interconnected world

Just bought and paid for

To manipulate

(C)

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Tuesday, September 10, 2024

The Monologue of the Vampire who changed his name to Dorian Gray

Press Play.

(A lone voice whispers)

I've seen crazy things

Mortal man should never see

Done and experienced acts of such depravity in candle lit

Incense filled bedrooms

And chambers

Secrets

I'll take when I'm called to the tomb

Sailed in slow-moving ships and endless

Wet hips around the world

Not just in this

My present life

But many more

Past lives

Entered dark places of depravity

Straight ones wouldn't enter or drink in

Fearing the call of serving the Countess of all Sin

For eternity

But now I feel Death wanting to take this life alongside all I love

For I feel him looking in my secret scrying mirror

Smiling like Michael Angelo with his bony hands by his side

Tapping in rhythm

The Marching Days Are Over

But with my silent heart now asking

Was it worth it

All that excessiveness and scandal

As we sit on this last mountain of Goodbyes

Not feeling the warmth of this purple-repentance candle

On my cold and calculating mind

Her bright light

The one from so long ago

Strikes my amygdala

Like an arrow fired by Sitting Bull

From an acute angle

Deep into my skull

And as her sweet memories fill my immortal cup

From my first love

I know why I won't accept Deaths offer and be culled

For to drink all that this life and future lives offers

I'll take everything in her memory and will never stop

As I wade knee-deep

Through its fast flowing waters

Looking for more lambs

Ready to slaughter

(C)

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Monday, September 9, 2024

Beloved Memories

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Press Play

Sunday, September 8, 2024

Have you taken her mark yet?

Press play.

(A lone voice whispers)

Take these few words as my blade

My Athame

To take my mark
To be my eternal slave

Wherever you sit or lay Beyond the stars

For I'll help mend all your scars
Keep your deep secrets

Help you breathe in deeply
To quell the screaming

So you can revel and grow
In my new experiences

As your soul drifts
Through words

Like the Mary Celeste and starts singing

Never to feel empty
Or lonely

For I'll help you make it Through each and every night

So make my mark
On your astral skin

Think of Poetry
And welcome me in

And we'll have each other
Every day and night

So it'll be alright
I'll help you
Win

For you're everything I need And everything I want

A new flame to join

The many others

I helped to blaze and see

So conjure me with

"Sume animam meam
Calliopea"

(Take my soul
Calliope)

And I'll be with you
Always

So mote it be

Echo's in the Long Night of the Soul

(A lone voice whispers)

Like a visceral arrow

Of golden luminosity

My heart

Shattered and exploded

When we once

Spoke in hushed secretive

Lullabies

Two strangers who

Through synchronicity

First met

While Times eternal candle

Slowly burnt and eroded

As we mentally entwined and

Eventually, metaphysically

Became as one

With a long deep French

Spiritual kiss

In the dying embers of

Midnight's burning desire

We consummated our union

Blessed by the silvery rays

Of the midnight sun

And as we dreamt in-between

We became married lovers forever

A rekindling of a rebirth

A new reunion

Now

Protected and just blessed

Wherever and

Whenever we slept

Beautiful angels watching

Hidden in the cosmic dust

Just hidden from sight

Sang a melodic

Symphony of Amor

Just for us

To be the eternal seducer's

Of the body and mind

Throughout the darkest of

Long nights

And as we pondered

Our brief moment in

Eternity

We caressed Father's Times

Interest

And he held back his long reach

When we made plans

For the future

Conversing

In the early morning afterglow

As our now

Newly connected minds

Walked together on the velvety

Soft yellow sands of unknown

Beaches

Our hearts must have been beating

Within an all-consuming singularity

As we smiled

And held each other's soft gaze

Free from all

Beguiling members

Of society

We each silently wondered

Could this be the one?

For

Love ignites a tempestuous

Magnificent fire

Of such an intense magnitude

That we are either consumed

Willingly by its glorious

Crimson flames

Or burnt forever

But still, we seek it out

For we must!

For

It's simply

An old escape

A magnificent treasure

Bestowed from high above

A simple true spiritual gift

May you receive it at least once

Within your lifetime

Like a blazing arrow of

Golden luminosity

May it at least once

Pierce your beating

Beautiful heart

Once upon your long

Perilous journey home

Setting your soul on fire

And helping your soul to atone

From all your wrongdoings and misdeeds

For some say

It's

Like a strange

Philosophers Stone

Has its visceral arrow

Found you yet

And are you but another

Just walking blinded and

Love drunk on its

Hypnotic all consuming mead

As you stumble through

Father Times' ever-changing meadows

As he smiles and watches

Just hidden in the long reeds

Of time

As you ride one of his many

Wild evocative

Crimson and white

Horses

I hope so

I can only hope and pray you find the courage to let all your fears go

To find the one who

Drinks from your soul

Saturday, September 7, 2024

Donadagohvi

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(A lone voice whispers)

Until we meet again

Let us we carry each other deep

Inside

Wherever we go

Through the Spring

Summer

Autumn and cold Winters snow

For while we breathe as the moon rises and the sun still shines

Remembering to cherish the memories and peace before grief arrived

Smiling like a common thief

Donadagohvi

Until we meet again

Look to the sky

For as long as the rivers flow

Please let us know peace

For our love was foreordain

And that love will never die

Donadagohvi

Until we meet again

For there are never any goodbyes

Donadagohvi

Cherokee:

Until we meet again

Thursday, September 5, 2024

Late Night Whispers

(A lone voice whispers)

I once knew a beautiful woman's name

Called Josephine

A lady who I met

While trying to escape the matrix of the mundane

While dancing online

Like Margot Fontey

In the cyber rain

In time

She became my true guardian

My goddess

My white cross to bear

Who freed me like Moses

From years of pain

My midnight sky

Who parted my Red Sea

Who loved me

With every beat of my

Once lonely heart

The only dark temptation

I dared to taste

The only risk

I chose to take

And so we were happy as Larry and Saint Clare

But then

From nowhere

Mister Misery

Appeared

From somewhere

To claim all I

Held so dear

The night sky

Once filled with silvery stars

Turned black as obsidian

With no moon

My tears

Once happy

Fell relentlessly like a Monsoon

But then ten months ago

Just last June

Something came shining through

Like Venus

The Morning Star

From afar

And my higher-self said what to do

A perfumed musky letter appeared

Right out-of-the-blue saying in Spanish

Lo siento mucho

Corrí porque llevaba a tu hijo

y estaba asustado

tu dirías adios

¿Puedo volver con mi dulce pequeño Rafael?

Entonces podemos empezar de nuevo

(I'm so sorry

I ran because I was carrying your child

And was frightened

You would say goodbye

Can I come back with my sweet little Rafael?

So we can start again)

(C)

Tuesday, September 3, 2024

Penitentiary Dreams

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(A lone voice whispers)

I still miss your bright white smile

My living breathing Calliope

Every night

Like I miss our first kiss at the fairground

On that old Merry-go-round

For they always appear as bright beams of luminous glorious lights

Shooting from the deep depths

Of a faraway Heaven

Your warmth and guile

Satisfying my manifestation of love

Given birth of creation

Once by the Mighty Creator

Here on Earth

A glowing towering beacon to help push back

The hordes called Legion

Prowling like hyenas

In the darkness

Around me

For you were

And always will be

My daily taste of gladness

A philosopher who too has seen and tasted

The wild beast wine

Of anxiety and madness

So now I call out to you from this wild wood

Where my prison is as I am stood

This wild forsaken place where loveless things

In the dark shadows slither and crawl

Tormenting us all

As we all bang tin cups on our prison walls

Stalking memories alone in uneven lines

Like a lone feral grey wolf pines

Throughout this paranormal neighbourhood

For with you died

Like so many in here who cry

My spark of life

My ecstatic joyful Sun

My bringer of serenity and jest

So in here in my southwest cobwebbed-filled hut

As other prison cells in Desolation Row

Ring out

Like thunder

In a rising crescendo of shrieks of pain and anguish

As we all

Self-punish

Walking the Green Mile down Memory Road

Remember me before the last harvest

Before you get old

So I can be paroled

Light a white candle

In your mind's eyes

See our first kiss with love at that fairground

Sat on that Merry-go-round

Beneath that undulating red ocean of pain

Crashing like endless Pacific tides

Maybe again and again

So that I may still live

If only for a moment

For what I wouldn't give

Now

To breathe once more

To open and walkthrough

That old marital front door

If only for one hour

But as these loud voices

Surrounding me get louder

And grow in power

As tin prison cups

Relentlessly bang

Like dark country drums

Hour by hour

With sounds like exploding gunpowder on black bars of illusion

As I look out for you

From my window

In my cave

My penitentiary

Here in my own watchtower

For

My thousand-named queen

My rare

Middlemist Red flower

This broken piece of your soul awaits

To be reunited

To bring peace

When your presence in The Great In-Between

Opens his cell door

As if by magic

So he can

Scream no more

But walk home

Into the bright lights

With the only love

He adores

Both striding

Powerfully

Hand in hand

To enter into

Evermore

To be refined like silver

Escaping

The Last Great Reaping and Rapture

Of the Prince

Who is to come

To build Dissolution

Row everywhere

For all he captures

Remember me

Your Luca

Your number 1

(C)

Monday, September 2, 2024

The Call of Exo

A mythical supernatural short poetic monologue, for those who enjoy, semi long reads.

Salute.

The Call of Exo

(A lone voice whispers)

Have you ever tasted the sour black wine

Of trying to live a life of separation in lands of desolation

One filled with an erratic marching Mariachi band

Playing the Vihuela and Guitarrón

Taking turns

Singing in rhymes

About your pain

As they play on

About living a life with nothing to gain

Surrounded by Kukulan dark soldiers

Of an unseen nation

From The Great In-Between

Chanting mantra's of shame with a sabbatical of

Coniunge ordines nostros et inveniet libertatem

(Join our ranks and find freedom)

Living a new life without any seemingly form of emancipation

Blamed

Like a new Eve

For all bad things

Conceived

Lost in a schism of time

Hovering like a hummingbird

Between the fluctuating streams of two worlds

The Old and New

As they burn

Like green and blue

paper cups

Filled with broken dreams

Of love

Hope and peace

Even yellow cups of sadness with no sight of escape or release

This prophetic dream

Of a Paradise Lost

Like Milton

I was shut down with every night as my soul was unwritten

Like a clone of Nikola Tesla who once dreamed of making it

As his patents were forbidden

And as I now shudder in this cold while that familiar story

Like a dark Hollywood picture show

Unfolds

There is a new voice calling like a siren

An original voice

Summoning my soul

With soft sounds

I hear whispering in my centrepiece

Llámame y vendré

(Call me, and I'll come)

(Call me and I'll come)

Over and over

A voice crawling all over and haunting my inner place

Of grey walls

In the Void

As it slowly calls

Llámame y vendré

Echoing

With hope's desires and all-consoling dreams

As the Kukulan dark soldiers

Retreat and scream

Unctus Tu ad nos pertinent Equites in Aeternum Pulvis

(L)

(Anointed Thou belongs to us Knights in the Eternal Dust)

As they come to know

Their calls

I no longer trust

(C)

The City called Forgiveness

(A lone voice whispers)

In the deepest of silence

Each night

I walk into my own created Maelstrom

Like a brave Wyatt Earp on Fremont Street

As memories of you return as my tired heart still beats

With a slight shiver running like a young Usain Bolt

Up and down my weary spine

The air always fills with that so familiar pulsating scent

Of CHANEL N°5

As I feel your old presence

And visually embrace

All those lingering thoughts and images

Which come alive

Of everywhere

We once went

Like to Malibu

Spain or France

And when I look into our old bathroom mirror

I can still see familiar dark eyes looking back

Asking me to dance

Which carries your sweet smile

One heaven sent

But when those loving sensations slowly fade

And life winds

Once more blows

More pain

My way

Like a wild hurricane

Just know

My crow-haired twin

In my Eternal White Room

I carry you

Deep inside

Wherever I go

For your husky voice

Always

Rides and rules

My internal highways

Like a reborn Gail in a

New Sin City

A place I call now

Forgiveness

When doubt calls

And I feel guilty

(C)

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Sunday, September 1, 2024

Do you believe in Spirit Guides?

(An Enochian, Whispers.)

I'm the low whisper

Heard faintly

In the frequencies

In-between

The soul changing winds Of metamorphosis

To guide you from sin

If you let my voice in

Love songs

I softly sing

To help lovers

Find their twin

I'm the open ocean

For some to swim in

The heat to defeat cold emotions

And although I walk in silence

Between the spaces In-between

I'm the loudest voice

Ever heard or seen

The King or Queen

Who's as strong as steel

The gleam in a new midnight sky

A treasure

Yours to find and hold on to

Before you die

The sweet smile on your soft lips

That shiver across your spine

Like the touch

Of a lone fingertip

The reflection in your mirrors eyes

The blessing to be found

Behind

Whenever you've cried

A heavenly gift that never sleeps

Overground

The sound you'll hear

When you pray

Who's always around

For I'm endless

And so profound

The lone walker

In the Underground Stream

Whenever you dream

The seed you'll need to know

To grow

The purple flower

In the middle

Of your life's stream

Who follows you

Wherever you go

I bring faith with me

As a free gift

For you to always believe

To cure

And relieve

If you need a lift

And though you cannot see me

I sail behind you

Upon your lifes many tides

Some soft

Some wild

For it's all just a brief ride

A secret friend

Bestowed from up High

Glad to meet you

And someday we'll meet

For I'm your eternal

Spirit Guide

(C)

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