(A lone voice whispers)
Am I the sacred answer you all still seek
In 2025
As you thrive
You the strong
Or you maybe the weak
Could I but be your embodiment
Of a divine heaven or much-needed spell in hell
To increase the flow of every single red blood cell
Some say I’m the sweetest lullaby dark angels sing
A sonnet of damnation or intense pleasure for the soul
As it grows as life's golden wedding bells still rings
Am I but the luscious green meadow of sensuous experiences
Everyone wishes to go through
From the curious to the notorious
Knee deep
Before they leave this land
To trespass to who knows
My weapons have started and ended so many wars
On personal and world stages
And history throughout the ages is littered with my scars
So am I but the all-consuming knife
To pierce the cold hearts and lonely minds
Of those who linger lost
Below the long tall shadows
Desperately seeking something
To reignite their light
I've been called the true life force of all creatures
Big or small
Untamed or just broken
Ancient woodland groves
Still sing pagan spoken songs of me in the darkness
Many old names are conjured and woken
But only one remains
I live to revisit shamefully darkly lit places
And opulent palaces of loquacious words of lascivious sin
As it happens
Bedrooms
Woods and hotel rooms
Still carry the lingering sensual
Scent of my many visits
And they all pine and
All pray for my return
As twenty-five minutes ends
Like mankind's four legged friends
Am I but the sunless sustenance
Your lonely soul needs
For once you are firmly within my grasp
I will own you for all your remaining
Days and nights
For once you’ve tasted my sweet red liquor
I’ll always own you as long as your light flickers
For I can be the new Adam or old Eve
Forever stalking your own
Gardens of Creation
I've walked through all countries naked
This you better believe
And my name is often carried upon the wet hungry lips
Of the seduced
Within every nation
I could be the very glimmer
You need
To survive
Whilst lost in the darkness
But also the greedy temptation of The
Almighty Black Sun
The giver of reconciliation of the soul and the knife-edge
On which you may perpetually balance
Do you know my name yet
I'm simply the two-edged sword bestowed to all living creatures
From so high above
My name is already known to you.
So much happiness in pain
Within four letters
I've been around forever
Just ask your ancestors as you pray tonight
And they'll say
Want always appears in the heat of sensual pleasure
Smiling like a Demi God in the half light
At the thought of
If she'll be still welcomed home
Tomorrow night
(C) Copyright John Duffy
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