Do you want to read a profound, evocative piece of writing that reads like a modern invocation or a manifesto for a creative spirit?
Presenting a dark, yet ultimately redemptive view of art and language.
With a core theme based on magic as Creative Expression?
Where the central thesis is that "true magic" is not fairy-tale sorcery, but the transformative power of creativity, words, and art?
But is often "hidden" because it is overlooked in the mundane, everyday world.
By the "Convicts of the Mundane".
People trapped in routine lives who could be desperate for this magic.
To then become, "Profane addicts".
An intense metaphor for those who obsessively create or consume art, seeking "redemption or temptation."
A Mythological and Cosmic journey into creativity.
Elevating the act of writing/creation to a cosmic level by invoking The Great Metatron.
Who is often seen in mystical traditions as the highest angel.
The celestial scribe, and the keeper of the Book of Life.
So they can "Tempt the eyes of the Juggernaut".
Implying that true creative expression is powerful enough to catch the attention of the highest spiritual authorities.
Bridging the gap between the mundane ("closed-minds") and the divine.
To embrace the "Philosopher's Stone" as Internal Magic.
Redefining the Philosopher's Stone (traditionally used to turn metal into gold) as a metaphor for the human spirit.
Where true magic is just human consciousness, emotion, and creativity.
Suggesting that this power is often discovered through suffering, failure, or deep emotional pain—the "nightly call" that drives one to create.
The voice of the poem describes themselves (or the reader) as a "pagan mage," a creator who:
"Molds and weaves words into life.
"Gives shape to "energy" and "molten flux.
"Which serves the "magical vibrations known as, creativity."
The Purpose:
Salvation and Entertainment.
The goal of this creation is twofold:
To Entertain:
To captivate "curious ones" of any age.
To create.
To Save:
To act as a spiritual balm, saving people from "self-destruction" and the pain of life ("before their last ride home / In Old Nicks black hearse").
To engage.
Summary.
"Use a lone voice whispers" as an act of reclaiming the sacred in a secular world.
Embrace the act of creation as a high-stakes, magical, and dangerous endeavor.
One that takes raw human experience and bravery to transform something that can heal, inspire, or save.
It is a call to embrace the "inner magic" and share it, despite the pain that often accompanies its discovery.
Imagery:
Dark, mystical, transformative, intense.
Tone:
Prophetic, passionate, intimate.
Shall we begin?
(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.
Soon to be profane addicts, who will cry out in the mists.
Sometimes, awake or whenever they're asleep.
In pain or bliss, again and again.
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.
In the Book of Life.
It causes so many other emotions, to like atoms collide.
In the deep-minds, behind inquisitive eyes and curious faces.
From all gender and races.
As imagery emotions and engagement runs wide.
For the Philosophers Stone.
The Great Secret.
Could be 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 follower who once heard its 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 or art 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 painted or 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 might still hurt.
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, creativity.
By sharing your inner magic as it pleads to be...
Dispersed
(C) Copyright John Duffy
