. Poetry from The Great In-Between: Tenebris Oculi (L) AKA Mr. Dark Eyes

Monday, October 28, 2024

Tenebris Oculi (L) AKA Mr. Dark Eyes

 A long occult gift for the inquisitive

Tenebris Oculi (L) AKA Mr. Dark Eyes



(A lone voice whispers) 


To all the mysterious souls just lost beyond my second sight and long reach


Maybe even you

Who are perhaps my number 2 from a pack of 7


Hiding somewhere unknown in Father Time's long silver grass


Watching my every move like Loki the Norse Raven


Lying scattered across all the oceans and before all the greatest of Antarctic lakes


Below (אֱלָה)


Quietly reading this and trying to compose inspired poetry


Beseeching your inner mind's great portico to quickly open


And spill forth


Secretive words only once whispered long ago and spoken in the darkest of carved out corridors 


Celebrating the Festival of Karneia on the Fourth


By the Pythia to bathe within its spectacular potency


In ancient Apollo's candlelit yellow temples in Pompeii

In cold winters nights


May these channelled words find a way 


To weave a magical spell to beguile your own inquisitive mind and everlasting soul 


To be slowly opened up with Apollo's ritual athame 


Carving poetry with Apollo's knife into your deep mind many kingdoms 


Everywhere you go


For you to then find the courage to breach your own inner great gates


To finally find and drink from that mystical ever-flowing well 


Found in the centre of all things 


To know how infectious Apollo's power is


Beyond those inner great gates


By only the true believers like maybe you and the many seekers of the profound truths 


Found 

In linking expressive verbs like daisy chain necklaces


Seeking to taste whatever their spirits really desire and then hoping to hold their nerve


And make the return journey home


Filled and sated 

With smiling faces


Wildly mentally dancing to a new sound


Announcing the arrival of their life's only holy obligation


Like a true gift at Christmas 


To then write profusely 

Be it at midnight or throughout the long days


Recalling and narrating the many sacred strands 


And complex explorations of the many layers of human emotions 


From Love

Hate

Life and Death


And whatever else

That comes smiling or snarling their way


From those just hidden beneath all blue and green seas


The Great Old Ones

In the deep depths 

Of the Final Abyss 


Hidden somewhere in the fluctuating waves of the Fram Strait


A passageway taken by those who deep dream 

Seeking that rare gift


Somewhere in the deep of the Arctic Ocean

Seeking their own Beginning


A journey into the deepest depths of poetry also known as The Exposition


For within that setting

At that time and place


They build like master masons


Characters and plots to beguile the watching world like a reborn Dante Alighieri


An occult philosophical theory found in the foundation stones of music and stories 


Poetry

Awaiting to be consumed by a new Adam and Eve


In the form of a tempting rust red cherry


Escribe como debes No dejes que tus expresiones se conviertan en polvo.


Write as you you should. Don't let your expressions turn to dust


(C) 

Copyright John Duffy


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