(A lone voice whispers)
Have you ever had a disastrous relationship before and wondered…
Were the dark forces at play at any given emotional, traumatic moment.
During or after?
Title:
Apollyon Relationships
(A lone voice ponders after a first date)
My love Morning Star
My fallen introduction
To doorways of sin
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Reference in this case:
Apollyon. / (əˈpɒljən) / noun.
New Testament the destroyer, a name given to the Devil (Revelation 9:11)
(A lone voice whispers)
Are your translucent memories like the softest of rain drops, when they suddenly fall
Reminding you of someone special or somewhere
On another level
For sometimes, you just want to get soaking wet, remembering the good times
But sometimes,
Do you also want to find shelter to help you forget
All those memories tainted with neglect
By the visitation of all bad intentions
Subtly introduced, by the so seductive and invisible, Devil
From another dimension
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(A reflective voice whispers)
In the Dawn of a new feeling of Life,
Maybe even at high school
Did you embrace one of its golden rules
To hold hands with someone you deemed so special
Encouraged by first love's, sweet kiss
For it to then carry you through, to meet the super cool, Twilight of your Life
With the only true one, whose love has never cooled:
And if you're still incredibly lucky, brings you such bliss
Or did the Shadows of Life appear
Smiling like a Nazgûl
Like a dark thief at night
To take back God's divine gift, and leave you scrambling and grieving
Daydreaming of the Dawn and Twilight of your Life
Before something cruel, caused you, to separate and drift
When everything seemed so perfect and nice
Before the deep cut, of The Shadows of Life's
Sharp, ceremonial knife
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Foundation.
Sometimes, marrying or loving someone comes with risks.
Did you, too, once encounter one of the Devil's, Mr. Fisk?
Title:
Evelyn. The Brave.
(A lone voice whispers as he places a beautiful red rose, on a pristine grave)
I still see you
Standing so still
Looking all beautiful in white in that restaurant's background expensive silver mirror, as I asked for your hand in marriage
And can remember how all your family
Particularly, your father and grandfather, cried out the next day
When they finally found out,
We were to be married
Evelyn
Don't you dare marry that rude boy
For if you do
All our family love for you will die
But looking back, as they have all now crossed over and died
I can just say, loving you in the face of such animosity,
was sometimes like walking through, Dante's Divine Comedy
Wearing a red rose on my lapel with pride
And it's why I still love you
The girl dressed in white, who I once asked to be, my beautiful bride.
Who knew her whole life was at risk
But still found the courage to seal our future, with our first wedding kiss
To defeat all the Devil's, incarnated Mr. Fisk
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Have you ever experienced the energy being drained out of a room, when someone unknown, enters?
You may have met one!
Title:
The Energy Vampires
#Senryu
Baptised heartbroken
For forty long days and nights
Gathered Dark Souls smiled
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Foundation of the piece.
Some mystics say:
Lower vibrational beings feed off humanity's pain and anguish.
What a feast they must have when they see a new resident of their invisible, Heartbreak Hotel.
Salute.
Foundation.
Some old mythology says we are bound to find our twin flame or soul mate, before we are born.
Our true other half.
This journey is simply repeated until we do.
No matter who we end up with.
To become whole.
Could old myths be true?
Reincarnated Love
(A lone old voice whispers)
I write this for you to see in this lifetime because I couldn't find you, and my earthly time is nearly up
My beloved Mary Lee
I know you were born to meet me
On the twenty-six of November
A date, I'll know forevermore
As I look back
Like now and remember
For we shall be together
In The Great Nevermore
Sharing conversations and sweet kisses:
Even after Death visits,
And offers you a drink of his sacrilegious dark wine
To end all your beautiful days and glorious time
I just know we shall be together, like twinned pilgrims
In an eternal quest of hide and seek
Set forth in the silence, by a long remembered God
Lost somewhere in some surreal time stream
But together in insane spaces
In-Between
And as the soft capricious winds of Heaven
Change and dance like a wild Anna Pavlova
Between us
Creating a moving sea of love between our two pulsating souls
We shall know
In that very instance
Holding hands
Together, like first date lovers
In the universe's
Dust
That we can sing and dance together,
Forever
And be joyous in each and every form
For ours is a love story
Beyond the norm
A love story which will forever survive
Composed in golden italics
and kept safely on gilded shelves, with so many others
Written in Enochian Archives
Stored beyond the Great Pillars
In a sacred tabernacle
By the pale blue Holy Sea
Our Eternal Sea
This I know because before I was born into physical form
You were written
Into my history
By my spirit guides
God and me
The woman I'm bound to always love and try to find
Whenever I'm reincarnated into mankind
The one soul betrothed to me
By an angel called, ADOEOET,
He who sings like a bird, who once whispered
Meet you true love
My beloved Mary Lee
So, see you in another lifetime
Your forever twin flame with no name
Whose loved is buried so deep no matter how many times
Life tries to bury me
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Foundation.
Do quiet moments, spent in reflection of a beloved, bring you closer to the God of your choice?
Title:
Calvary Dreams
(A lone voice whispers)
I heard your sweet voice
Today
On our anniversary,
Your birthday
That old well-loved familiar sound
Whenever I press
play
To see and hear you
On that old wedding tape
We once made
You still look so beautiful and sound so soft and sweet,
I just couldn't sleep
But stand up straight,
Weep
Rewind and repeat
Oh, why does God give you so much grief
Whenever
I see you or hear your voice
To then have to stand still
In total disbelief
And realise you're now living in new lands of immortality
And then I always remember
Calvary
A dark place
Enshrined in human history
Hanging
Painted up
In so many famous
Art galleries
So much wrong
Done to one
So strong
One crucified
For us and mankind
To sing a new song
A new song
So all could belong
To the light
Whenever their time came
And they could no longer fight
Cancer like you
Time or some other kind of pain
So now
Whenever I hear your sweet voice
Or your name whispered
Like on your birthday
Today
That familiar lovely sound
When I finally find the courage
To press play
To sit and reminisce about my true love
On that special day
Our wedding
And her incredible captivating spirituality
I just know you're safe
Smiling down
Looking my way
My beloved
Still much loved wife called Mary
Because Jesus died
For you and me
Even though
Crucified
By Evil
But never alone
At Calvary
So we could all rise
With the call of the
Golden Trombone
To atone
To then enter
Our true home
Under God's
Super Dome
I still miss you so much, but deep down I always know
God only calls the best ones home early and that's why in April
It will always feel like snow
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Foundation.
How many hear the call and do the deal?
The Spell Caster.
Are you missing something magical, in your midnight embrace
As you sit all alone
Feeling lost and out of place
Look out that window
If you feel unsatisfied, unwanted, or displaced
Put down that phone and if you see Mother Moon trying, with beams of her bright moonlight
To show you a way
Beseeching you to look up high, into her glorious, night sky
If you see her angel shaped clouds, slowly part, and start to play
You'll hear my soft voice, whisper and say
"Want to escape from your daily routines, today?
Come open up, and find my portal, and eternal doorway
By any old trees nearby, that I've commanded to sway
To follow that compelling feeling, to pay the toll
To step through and be mesmerised
Like my old muse,
Called Dorian Gray
Who to me,
Once sold his soul
When he too followed, the angel shaped clouds, at play
To open up my portal, and eternal doorway
By those old trees
Nearby
That I commanded to sway
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Should 21st Century poetry
For the new minds of a culturally bombarded generation
Be limited from 3 to 7 lines?
Before you answer
To me personally, even though to answer, makes my Heart aches
I like reading poetry built around subtlety
Concealed layers or secretive depths
Relatable interchangeable meanings
Powerful raw stuff that sometimes leaves your eyes wet
Unearthed within deciphering their carefully crafted imagery or subtext
3 to 7 lines of reading, might sound like heaven, but I'm old school
Give me Lord Byron
Shelley or Keats
But I guess
Like an Ode to a Nightingale
Maybe that's the beauty of poetry as She walks in Beauty
And like To a Skylark
It must sing
So I can only hope new generations enjoy poetry, so it continues to thrive and still live
Within whichever form, and exciting tales that will continue to make their own hearts beat
With all it can give
But for me
Reading deep poetry
Feels like sitting briefly, metaphorically, underneath a Cherry Blossom Tree
Enjoying a delicious drop of spiritual tranquility
Are you too, old school and what emotional fluctuations resonate with you?
Are you a three to seven or more like:
Eleven or more is heaven
Reader or writer
Who enjoys late all-nighters
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Have you ever met someone where everything just clicked but then, for whatever tragic reason?
They just disappeared?
The Calling
(A lone male, clutching an old photograph at midnight. Whispers, as a single white prayer candle burns)
Let me in
I whisper into this rising grey smoke
Let its wispy tendrils carry up my plea's to wherever you are
No matter how far
Hear me
For I'm looking back at our old feverish memories, in these black and white fairground pictures
In this semi-darkness
Between these two great voids
Separating me and you and so many others
Let me in
Through the ethereal panes of shattered astral glass
Filled with tangible strands of much-loved recollections
So I can once again cross the deep oceans of the Hippocampus
Flying for days and nights in and through its episodic sunshine, and rocky shores
So I can warm you with my old love
For I will never stop looking and calling
And lighting these white prayer candles
Hoping you're listening to this
Somewhere
Wherever you are
Listening and hearing my voice reading
My heart's whispered secretive spells, which l will forever yell
In silence throughout the day and in feverish whispers at night
So let me in
Now, it's midnight
To reach that forbidden place which connects all things
The Maelstrom
But which stays hidden, as it holds you in its tight grip of a new seclusion
Especially, when everything
Just goes wrong
I can only pray my words are carried like an angels song, to make your beautiful eyes blink
By this grey smoke gushing skyward from my incense candle, in these rushing four winds
Which will help to guide me
To find a way, to try to find you again
Be it on Earth or in Heaven
So we can continue what we once found in our old lifetime
A beautiful treasure the Nexus Seven, in their rare sacred manuscript, called:
A meeting of similar minds
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Let these words be transformed into a familiar voice
And be the driving force and divine noise
The supernatural heartbeat to help you conquer and
circumvent defeat
Let this,
My voice, be the driving force to summon happiness and love.
Comparison and kindness.
Conjured into your daily rituals, through silent prayer.
To help open up your tired eyes.
So you can really see, beauty and strength flowing, everywhere you go.
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A voice from the Dark, speaks
(A lone voice whispers)
There's s an island
You'll soon all see
Depending how old you are
Or really feel
A mythical land by the Divided Sea
Called
Purgato
A place many are branded to go
To be if transformed
Reborn
In a new angelic form
What will you take through
Though
To hang around your neck
Like a golden yoke
Broken oaths of love
Jokes and painful stories
All of your lifes many now unwanted mistakes
People you tried to love
Some you still hate
It doesn't matter
We know and have seen all kinds
From film stars
Pop stars
World conquerors and all kind of leaders
Seen so many like us
Who once carefree
Entered these black gates
To eventually feel broke
Never to leave us
For at the point of salvation
They choked
But know this
Fate is a fickle friend
For what you do today
As you still live
With so much more to give
Could help you at your end
Be kind
Do more
Show emotion and some compassion
For we await
The hordes
To welcome you through these great gates
So what does that hidden side of your heart really sing of
Because that’s what you’ll need to bring
When your version of God demands and asks
Sitting and watching so high above
Will you, my child
Purge all your old mortal songs linked to sin
To earn my love?
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(A lone voice whispers)
If only we had understood the justifications
I wouldn't be composing these stanzas here in old Jerusalem
If only we had realized all those painful tragic answers to come
We would have stopped them from happening
And took no chances at the very beginning
If only we knew this day filled with darkness would be returning
We would have tried to stop it before our hearts started burning
But we never saw it coming and never disputed your stories saying so
Of which there was plenty
We believed we were to be together forever
To walk hand in hand in all weathers
We never felt deserted, even though it felt you were always away
Praying or preaching
But in the process of living
Our hearts gave up and cried
When nailed on that wooden cross before us
All the hopes of forgiveness and absolution
Just looked us in the eyes
Smiled
Stopped breathing and quietly died
As we placed you in the tomb with Joseph and rolled forth that heavy stone
It felt to some as though we'd never met
As they wept
But to us, who really knew you
Our hearts could never forget
And as I watched some cry and express hate for our Lord's fate
I, too, despised what I'd become
I wished I'd found more time to be with you
To learn more
All sad tokens of introspection as I laid you in that tomb
I thought like many others
You were taken from us and sent so far away
But the rumors circulating say you've risen
Oh, how happy we all are that you've escaped death's cold prison
We all remembered when you said you wouldn't leave
That if in me, you do believe
And if we didn't
What would this world be like
If you wouldn't in our hearts still be living
Well, that's now all in the past as we gather here on this beautiful Sunday
To pray in these moments for the forgiveness of all our earthly sins
In this hidden backroom here in Jerusalem
To fall in love with Faith once more
Now you've risen from the tomb
A dark place where we left you a few days ago
To lay all alone
We can only pray the world of the future see the truth
For to truly believe, you don't need any proof
For faith is a delicate thing
Don't just look for it in well-written books or scripture
Don't look for it at night or during the day
Don't let it weep and recede or wither and just walk away
Just believe in something greater
It's how he'll find you and reintroduce you to your maker
For as Nicodemus was once asked.
“How can a man be born when he is old?”
“Surely, he cannot enter a second time into his mother's womb to be born!”
You answered,
“I tell you the truth, no one can enter the kingdom of God unless he is born of water and the Spirit.
Flesh gives birth to flesh, but the Spirit gives birth to spirit.”
So to all you readers who may read this in the near future
Just listen for the Almighty's great voice and with faith in something greater
You'll know in your heart it's him
If you're just open to hearing it
After praying and then whispering
Amen
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(A lone voice whispers)
Did no one tell you that true
Magic exists
Just hidden somewhere deep
In most societies
Sought after by convicts of the mundane
Profane addicts, who cry out in the mists
Whenever they're asleep
In pain
Some crying out for redemption or anything linked to temptation
But still, it subsists in so many obscure places
And upon so many new or old altars, does it reside
For when it comes out to tempt the eyes of the juggernaut
Known as The Great Metatron
To look
One of the most powerful archangels, and interdimensional scribes
To the Book of Life
It causes so many other emotions, to like atoms collide
In the deep-minds behind inquisitive eyes and faces
From all gender and races
As imagery
Emotions and engagement runs wide
For the Philosophers Stone
The Great Secret
Is simply this
There's an old piece of magic in us
All
But sometimes, it only chooses to come out in those it made to speak
After a mighty fall
Maybe like you
Too
A new poet who once heard the nightly call
And now speaks a sacred hidden language, that summons the craft of
Reconceptualizing the enchantment of the human experience
Through an incredible naming magical act
Breathing
Molding and weaving
Words into life
Like a pagan mage giving shape to energy
A molten flux to entertain the curious ones
Of any age
That needs something magical written in verse
As they turn one of your spiritual pages
To help save them from their own form of self-destruction
And maybe anything that still hurts
Before their last ride home
In Old Nicks black hearse
As you serve your new masters and mistress's
Of the magical vibrations known as, Poetry
By sharing your magic as it pleads to be dispersed
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Have you been resurrected yet?
(A lone voice whispers)
Is Love
Like ethereal raindrops
Tumbling from a hot
Unseen spiritual sky
When you least expect it
Does it
Reveal itself
When
Two kingdoms suddenly
Clash and collide
Mundane worlds
Imploding and
Unravelling
Given birth
Beneath
Infinite clouds of clandestine
Assignations
Can
Our happiness
Smiles and lamentations
Sometimes
Drown
Swept up
Within its dark seas of
Astounding
Revelations
But do we crave
Love to still
Get wet
To bathe
Within its
Stimulating waters
Of repudiation
Or Salvation
All the while
Embracing
Its rough spiritual fingers
Of life-changing
Rehabilitation
To heal our old ways
And to help us find a way to forget painful memories
As our soft cheeks
Get wet
Through our second Resurrection
Our first being birthed
Here on Earth
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Do you believe in astral projection?
Title:
The Ayahuasca Warrior
(A lone voice whispers)
Into the Mythical UnderMouth
Known as The Dark Abyss
I went
Swirling like a lost Autumn leaf
In strange winds
Heaven sent
Merging like a well-drilled soldier
Into the fine lines
Of the Universe’s timeless dust
I travelled up high
Into the higher kingdoms of The Astral Realms
To mysterious crossroads of The Undreamt
Then to unvisited corners never seen before by others
Into another dimension of Time and Space
Colliding into other faceless atoms
Of golden rusty dust
Where one whispered
She would be my mother
In another life
She would nurture and get me ready for my future wife
Then that special atom flowed on
Farther still I travelled
Crashing still into other atoms as they too
Came along
Some confessed they would be my father
Sisters and brothers
But what pinned me and held me transfixed the most
Was that golden moment
Lost among that purple and hue
When a shimmering colourful cloud whispered
Before it too passed by
Like an unearthly ghost
I will be sent forward
Just for you
Forever to be your only true lover
My name is irrelevant for we will be reunited
Over the aeons
Again and again
For we are translucent beings of immortality
And in that moment of magical clarity
I knew I had found all the answers
To all my questions as she too drifted by
Flickering like a wind-blown flame
Towards a glowing light, I could not name
We are but pawns in the Greatest of all Games
But given a supreme supporting cast
Which acts as our deposit or bond
To help love and guide us
Whilst alive
And running around in its many diverse classes
For as long as the Greatest of all Games
Lasts
And then into
The Great Beyond
Flickering like a wind-blown flame
Towards a glowing light, I could not name
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Astral travelling, also known as astral projection, is a spiritual practice and esoteric concept involving the belief that consciousness can detach from the physical body and travel to different planes of reality.
Source: Wikipedia.
Foundation.
If the concept of having a soulmate is true, could you have previously met one and not known?
But upon deep introspection, still seek their reflection?
Title:
Imperfectus (L)
(A lone voice whispers)
There's an unfinished part of me
Hidden away deep
Way into my dark compartmentalization zone
That sees a broken heart
Whenever I dream
Sitting alone
By a fast flowing fountain
All on her own
Over the blue oceans and snow capped mountains
Now that we are apart and each one of us
Silently cries
Lost in a world wind of painful emotions
As strange circumstances
Dance in a swirling frenzy
Mirroring The Red Death, like in a crazy surreal scene
From Shakespeare's Macbeth.
But to have known her love
To have briefly felt and tasted its transcendental magic
Like a touch of expensive velvet
And dwelt somewhere deep inside her, I feel truly blessed
For I now know she was the one
So here's my only tragic message to The Almighty
My soul's,
Alpha and Omega Prayer
The next time around
Lord
Bring me closer to my true love.
My soulmate and unfinished business
Just somewhere
So we can restart
Hand in hand
Together
And no longer suffer
The internal agonies
Of twin broken hearts
So we can be bound together forever
In poetry and soul music
Whatever the weather
As each other
Is finally
In the flesh
Found
This I call to the Lord
My Almighty
Nightly
For without her love
This hard life been constantly reborn looking
Is so confusing
And that's why I pray every night
Reminiscing about those beautiful days
Whenever I listen to Kenny Rogers
Coward of the County
Which takes me back to the 1980s
When I first met her
All dressed in blue
In Caesars Palace
When she briefly stepped into my view
As we queued
And said
“Something deep inside
Tells me
I'm sure
I know you
But this time around
Don't leave my heart used or bruised.”
(C)
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Imperfectus (L)
Incomplete
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Foundation.
Have you really appreciated having another birthday, as you got older?
Title.
Birthdays
(A lone voice whispers)
In your later years.
It's those little, big things in life.
That sometimes prods you unconsciously, like a sharp knife.
"Another birthday reached."
Just remember to be thankful within this mantra:
I'm so grateful to still be here, to see what life preaches.
A gift denied to so many who I knew.
Who once walked with me.
Laughing and joking.
From relations.
Friends and old banteroo's.
On life's many, revolutionary beaches
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(Yes, today I am reborn. Salute)
Poetry Tip 101
(A lone voice whispers)
For a dash of exquisite fun
Try to have such a mesmerising style of creativity—when stimulating, visual imagery.
So all those within your prose's proximity:
Can enjoy its delicious delivery
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Foundation.
Mixing Old English within the 21st Century.
Titul:
Sċēaweres
(An all ana
voice hwisprian's)
For although our pæþe
Are divided by Wyrd
By The Grēat In-Betweonum
Also viewed as Destiny or Fate
By our Andsaca's
Enemies
Vultures and lions
Which Scyttan
Hydan
In The Great Ether
Restless
Unseen
And with great Hungor
Ravenous
Just outside our Godcundlic Gates
Ours is a sacred Trēowa
One
No fowl creatures knoweth
And which the vultures, lions and ravenous creatures: filled with Æfestiġ
And second eyes
Grene
Hath seen
But we will be Siġefæst
So
"Hál wes þú or wes hál"
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Old English andgiet:
Meanings:
Sċēaweres
Watchers.
All ana
Unaccompanied.
Hwisprian
Whisper.
pæþe
Paths.
Andsaca
Enemy, adversary.
Scyttan:
"To hunt," this word could be used if the "prowling" is specifically in search of prey.
Hydan
Meant to conceal.
Hungor
Hunger.
Godcundlic.
Spiritual.
Trēowa
Faith, pledge, agreement.
Grene
Green.
Æfestiġ
Jealous or envious.
Hath
Have.
Siġefæst
Victorious.
Hál wes þú or wes hál
Be in good health' or 'be fortunate'.
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(A lone voice whispers in a quiet house, clutching a much loved wedding photo)
My old love
You were like a rare silver daffodil
Blooming so beautiful
On the beaches of life
A husk filled with such unquenchable desire
Lit by a strange hypnotic yellow fire
A world of visceral emotional realms to be explored
If one gained access
To walk upon those sacred shores
From wild primitive passions
To last throughout
7,305 days and unforgettable nights
To acts of pure divinity
To ignite all those
Privileged to be
Within sight
With ruby-red lips
To mystify and own
To dark eyes
To drown in
To atone
Hurricanes of power used to call your name
As did salt circles of those jealous
In the darkness
By those
Who I shall not name
Who attacked us with so many unfounded wild aspersions
But to me,
You were my
Deta
The complete queen
Who ran down my taxi
Meter
A princess born
On the loving streets of Nirvana
But brave enough
To still follow
Where her heartbeats
Took her
God,
I miss you
Your smiles
Your jokes
And that evocative perfume you loved
That expensive rare one
That smelt like smoke
I had a visit
Late last night
From someone
I couldn't see
He said in a low whisper
He was an Angel
And you and me
Would walk on those sacred shores
Once more
That hidden choirs would sing
Crowds of Angels
Will gather
As golden bells
Ring
However, here's the thing
It would take my death
To bring us together
Again
In five days,
Two hours
And ten minutes
And I should prepare
For my Deta
Awaits to be seen
On those
Yellow shores
Once again
Of The Great In-Between
Smiling
In silence
At our soon-to-be
Unlicensed alliance
So I hope you hear this call,
Deta
For soon,
In five days,
Two hours
And ten minutes
You'll be my beautiful queen
Again
Back to running down my old taxi meter
(C)
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With uncertainty flowing like a molten volcano around the world, and online.
Is it within dark times like these, we should try to bring more light into the world?
Title:
A voice in the dark whispers
Lookup
Not down
And be drawn
Into spiritual degradation
Or dark temptations
Linked to politics or the flesh
By the Red Dragon
But to blue clouds
Filled with sacred tetragons
With belief in whatever you know as good, be held
In-Depth
For the son of Cronus and Rhea
Brother of Zeus and Poseidon
Grows ever near
To welcome you into his waterless Barren Lands
Delighting in unimaginable fear
So be
Precipitous
And look up to
Defeat the rolling Abyss
Ruled by Hades
Hidden
Within
Its mists
Espouse goodness
While you still
Live
Like a sweet Valentine's Day kiss
And try to avoid
The Void
Filled with those
Who now pay a hefty
Price
But enter into new lands of Spiritual Paradise
With your selfless acts
Of kindness and self-sacrifice
Will you try to do good?
Or will you follow those who will suffer bitterness, when a star called, Wormwood,
Falls?
(C)
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Do you believe in absorbing esoteric supernatural impressions
To clear your pathways
Of all mental or traumatic depression's
To then walk down life's metaphysical runways
Like a young Gabrielle Bonheur Chanel or an inspired
Paul Poiret
If so
Because I believe
In you
Always be optimistic and open to being positive when exploring newer experiences
For true belief
Lies in the right mindset in all you do
To transform your soul into your best version of a sage or mystic
Allowing you to chase stars and wild Middle Earth dreams
To bind old mistakes and fears
To white metaphorical feathers
To throw them into the healing fires within your mind
For their old powers over you
In the unconscious rising smoke retire
As you learn which new bridges to cross
And which old bridges to burn
For sacred self-knowledge and empowerment is ubiquitous
A chimera
A conjunction of wild beasts
Roaming wild
Living life through
Eight letters called Salvation
Which to the child of the Revived
Like you
Cannot never ever be denied
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Do you see past your reality tunnels
Your every day to day
Safe plays
As your Geiger Counters
Ticks left to right
As it slowly sways
Do you see the struggles
Of life's many broken runners
In dire trouble
At home or worldwide
Do you see the villains with the dirty bruised knuckles
On television preaching or in real time
Standing in someone else's home
Their back garden
Their jungle
As the world just watches
Engaging in endless bellicose discussions
Will you only take note
When one of the world's elected great hunters
Pushes the red nuclear button
So I summon the power of the Four Elemental Gods
Earth, Air, Fire, and Water
To wake you up
Before that Old Fallen Power
Grows so much stronger
That hope will no longer matter, as it will shatter
Stopping one climbing
Jacob's Ladder
The bridge one seeks at birth
Between Heaven and Earth
So be it
What will be
Will be
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Foundation.
In such a fluid interconnected world, are long-term relationships dwindling in numbers?
Is temptation saturating society, and creating an influx of communications, subtly asking for a second chance?
The Email to Monique
Whenever I think of you,
I always feel a familiar calling
A soft echo which rhythmically whispers before each morning
I can still feel you
And it carries such magnificent tales of us slipping and sliding
Entwined together spiritually
As a new world was dawning
But like all things borne into the bright lights
There are things lurking in the night
Things we failed to see
To pray against and fight
And so now we both live alone
Me in bondage to time and memories
And you
A sentinel in the in-between spaces
Who I still see
A serene face reflected in random windows
“Perdóname mi amor
La oscuridad vino por mi
Y en ese único momento
Olvidé tu nombre"
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Translation:
Forgive me my love
The darkness came for
me
And in that one moment
I forgot your name
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A recent share on a post, that is so relevant to poets writing in a world seeped in instant self gratification.
Title.
The Entrepreneur
(A lone voice whispers)
We do what we do, because we are old school
Inspired by the likes of visionaries such as, Michelangelo or, Vincent van Gogh
For in a modern world driven to seek immediate validation, and the trappings of success
We may be becoming a rare breed
For deep down, we know this unconditionally
Unconsciously
We are a work in progress
We who do the hard work constantly, through patience, and resilience
We know we will eventually see the journey has been worth it
As we are blessed
When the world eventually sees or embraces our portfolios
For that immense need driven by relentless consistency, patience, and resilience
Will eventually knock on a certain door to be opened by us
Marked
"For the brave
Who conquered the Lands of Broken Dreams filled with Regrets"
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(A lone voice whispers)
Loss covers many different paradigms.
From relationships, family, and friends, but one pivotal thought sometimes gets forgotten in grief.
When someone suddenly has died.
The love you both once shared, will live forever.
Just hidden in a Repetition of Time, as you suddenly remember this 17 syllable drop of bliss.
In five, seven, five.
As those old memories, fire and come alive.
To just miss someone
Is to have been truly loved
Treasure those moments.
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(A lone voice whispers)
Will you still
Walk with me
The one I once named
Anointed and baptized within my mind
In my own ancient
Gardens of Gethsemane
Where together once again
I shall no longer stand alone
Will you pray wherever you are
To empower me
When the Darkness Temple Soldiers come
To encourage me
To help me to breach all the rugged mountains
I need to cross
To atone
But all I ask of you
Now
At this moment
Is simply this
Upon my sanguine lonely cheek
Plant an incandescent soft spiritual kiss of belief
And whisper
Amen
To reignite my eternal soul
To help me clench tightly my hardworking hands
As we both
Into this new rebirth, wait for release again
From this inexplicable deceptive life
We both now live
Within
If you visit this
My time loop in words
Surrounded by sin
Where I'm constantly reborn
To walk Via Dolorosa
Also known as the Sorrowful Way
In the Old City of Jerusalem
So I ask
Will you light some frankincense and myrrh, incense candles
Someday
Soon
So the aroma
Can reach and carry the prayers of the faithful
And yours
Even higher
From wherever they are
In whichever rooms
Urging those prayers to rise faster to Heaven
So someone I know
Can hear their call for help or guidance
From spiritual depression
To help them keep standing in the lines of those enjoying the power of faith
Through self-expression
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Foundation.
Have you ever found letters written in the past, and submerged yourself in the intriguing details?
Title:
Harold's letter found in his old blue briefcase
You always looked like a daydream
A beautiful young Katharine Hepburn
A true African Queen
With crow black hair and dark mesmerizing eyes
That cried out and screamed
I'm unique,
The strongest independent woman you've ever seen.
So bend thy knee
And I'll show you some wild sights
I know
You've kneeled and prayed, every night, to see.
To make you mine
As I turn your whole world
Right upside down
So here's to you
My midnight African Queen, who makes me still go weak at my knees
Whenever I see your beautiful pictures
Just waiting for you to call me on
(555) 555-1334 and come around
To knock on my front door so we can go around town, and paint it red
When this
My only love letter is finally posted and found
And you hear my familiar voice
Talking slowly in your head
As it is lovingly read
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The Showdown
(A lone voice whispers)
I once knew Love
But like a bullet fired from
Wyatt Earp's Colt 45
It struck me down in the only showdown of my life
Now I walk around like a reborn sick Doc Holliday
Wondering
How alone
I'll finish my play and stay alive
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(A lone voice whispers)
Every clock in here
Even these old white wooden ones
As they tick so regimentally
Reminds me of you
Every single second
Every single minute
Carries luminescent memories
Of all the wild but lovely things
We used to do together
As they suddenly manifest
Like a magician's trick
Of pulling a red rose
Right out of the blue
And if my broken heart could beat
It would carry loud drum beats of revelations
So true
I would die once more
In palpable bliss
If I could write a parable
It would only be
I yearned once for a touch of your silky skin
And a taste of your red lipstick
Within one welcoming kiss
But got distracted
By the sweet voice
In the darkness
That strives
All good things to
Underpin
And now
In The Great In-Between
My parable
If deciphered by an Illuminated One would read
If love is offered
Freely and
Willing without sin
Or greed
Clasp
Hold and treasure it
And it's why now these sparkling twinkling lights
My reflections of you
Shine so bright in this ever-hot interdimensional dust
From dawn to dusk
Showcasing your image
To the empty husks
Of the Ascended Ones
Night and day
That litter
The Lord's Way
Come what may
So while these Baylore energies
Magnify my thoughts into these words
Like a soft fingertip across your warm spine
I'll see you soon
Skyclad in blue
In your deepest of dreams
Wide-eyed
Mighty and cancer free
We'll be reunited once more
But not like Orpheus and Eurydice
To be snatched away by a lack of trust
But forever
And that's why
My love
I still see your reflection
In these embers
In this everlasting dust
In every single second
And every single minute
As these tired wooden clocks tick
From dawn to dusk
As the empty husks
Of the Ascended Ones
Watch
Night and day
That litter
The Lord's Way
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(A lone voice whispers)
What drives you?
Is it love or compassion?
Introspection or just plain creation?
Are you now on your soul holy mission?
Navigating life using poetry to express, all those old noises you still hear?
When remembering all the things or people you once enjoyed?
Or when you were used like a toy.
Through clever, cunning, convincing ploys?
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Life Advice Number 4
(A lone voice whispers)
Beware of green eyes
For they could covet your world
Sometimes subtle
Sometimes smiling
Hoping you'll struggle
For they appear in so many diverse forms
From married couples
To those in your immediate bubble
So as you hustle whilst avoiding life's many deep puddles
Always smile at those with green eyes
For a life filled with subtle rebuttals
They use as a cudgel
Is a sad life as they watch the good folk in the world
Aspire and rise
With those twinkling green eyes
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Foundation.
In this modern world, has mankind forgotten judgment may await if one is religious?
Title.
The Priest talking on a Pulpit in The Great In-Between
(A regal voice whispers)
You do know
What you do and feel in public or secret
My child
Writes all your life's many hidden manuscripts
And follow's you like a Charles Dickens's
Jacob Marley
Character
Into and after the crypt
So do more good
Purge yourself.
Pull yourself away from the Great Tempter's black hole
Don't just sit and judge
Urge your soul
Or the goal could be
You
Stripped and whipped as you become
Just another
Of the Devils legion's
Of unloved conscripts
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