Bordello Thoughts

 

Within these low whispers, lost in the brothels of my mind 

Revolving in the deep depths

As I sit here 

Alone at my old desk

I can feel the subtle arrival of you, and the vibrational presence of other viewers

Maybe on their beloved cellmate, their phone or computer 

So here's to you all

You the bohemians 

Eccentrics 

Originals and mavericks

Of mankind 

The kingdom builders of visual new world's that shine through 

Like Morpheus's Looking Glass

Using the power and brilliance of inspired words and fluted thoughts

I pray you continue to seek more 

Like l do

Searching for the one I still adore 

Calliope

Who walks on rivers of crimson fire and grey ash

In memories gardens to be reunited, after she stepped through another stage door 

You 

The Ones blessed with the brilliance of words and fluted thoughts 

Only you I can praise

You the searchers and creator's

Poetic

Time abusers

Just constantly try to be free and never bought

Or caught like me, by always chasing poetry's, new dammed train of thought 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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