Conjuring words
Baptised in an ocean of pain
So I no longer need to flounder
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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Conjuring words
Baptised in an ocean of pain
So I no longer need to flounder
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Image shared under fair usage policy from Pinterest.
When that heartbreak you feel
Shows up in your face
And whispers you should feel abandoned and disgraced
When your feelings have been torn in two
No matter what you do
To the point where you can't pretend
And you beg that pain would end
Look for me in any mirror
Your eternal friend
Hope
The devourer of pain and holy terror
Your appointed guardian angel and light bearer
For I will carry you for a million years
Try to wipe away and stop any painful tears
Banish fear jealously and hate
As your life, I try to steer
For there is nothing that I wouldn't do
To bring happiness
My gift
To be opened by you
For I so loved the world
And so love you too
And will pick you up whenever you fall
Now smile
Just whisper these lines and I'll appear to help you renew
As I carry your lifes banner
For all to see
Omnia Vincit Amor
For love does conquer all
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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Sometimes
In the middle of the night
I lie awake
Thinking of her
My beloved lover and me
As I drift into the grey clouds and wet mists of the Great In-Between
Is she lost in gentle dreams filled with love stories
Walking alone by the crashing Pacific blue sea
Does she know
My love for her
Travels like a best friend
By my side
Everywhere I go
A lone thought always lingers
Though
Whenever my heart says to ring her
Will she know how much she means to me
If I died
And ended up in
Purgatory
So sometimes
In the middle of the long night
I lie awake
Thinking of her
My lover and me
As I drift off into the Great In-Between
Praying to meet her in gentle dreams
So we can walk arm in arm
By the crashing blue sea
So sometimes
In the middle of the night
I lie awake
Thinking of her
My beloved lover and me
As I drift into the grey clouds and wet mists of the Great In-Between
Is she lost in gentle dreams filled with love stories
Walking alone by the crashing Pacific blue sea
Does she know
My love for her
Travels like a best friend
By my side
Everywhere I go
A lone thought always lingers
Though
Whenever my heart says to ring her
Will she know how much she means to me
If I died
And ended up in
Purgatory
So sometimes
In the middle of the long night
I lie awake
Thinking of her
My beloved lover and me
As I drift off into the Great In-Between
Praying to meet her in a gentle dreams
So we can walk arm in arm
By the crashing blue sea
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Title:
Have you been one of The Seduced
(A lone voice whispers)
Does the lonely soul with broken wings
Still cry as they wallow and grieve
Does the heartbroken walk
Head down
With an invisible frown
Looking at sharp pavements
Littered in broken glass emotions
When they are cursed
To wear their hearts on their sleeves
For when lust for a new love life has you in its tight grip
That unquenchable temptation to be violated
Or to enter new flesh
To penetrate deeper mentally into unknown wet territories
To really sate your soul for fifteen minutes or so
As you clash climatically
Clinging onto the thought that this new form of love will last forever
Whilst bound tightly together with pheromone emitting
Soft aromas of immeasurable pleasure
Which smells of shiny black leather
Will thoughts of eventually being one of those lonely souls that grieve
When they eventually leave
Just be another conspiracy theory
That you were played to get laid
That many will never believe?
As you walk on lonely pavements like so many of those deceived
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Have you visited the Wetlands of The Great Imajaca
To the Others called Imagination and got drenched
A wild and sometimes dangerous place
The Mundane plead to peruse and use but through social conditioning
The fear of standing out in the rain
Anxiety linked to feeling and experiencing newer visceral or sensational emotions
The Lands of The Great Imajaca may them to
It may as well lie at the bottom of the Mariana Trench
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
It's quite a deep piece.
Many I know personally aspire to write, but are held back by what their peers may think.
The anxiety they feel linked to looking inside themselves through introspection.
Using their imagination to create instead of posting already created memes, on social media.
Imajician is simply a play on magician.
In this case a conjurer of words.
An explorer into the wetlands of the human experience.
The dark and light.
A place many writers, visit.
Salute.
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(A lone voice whispers)
Is there nothing more wicked that you could do to me
In front of everyone to see
As I sit here after being alone in that beautiful vicar's annexe room
But all said done
I'm still crying out for you and for some much-needed hope and sympathy
All I ever wanted was some divine blessings
Love and understanding so you could change
And find peace for all those sad times you went missing after work
I know you heard me crying
When you saw me in church last week before the wedding
Praying and kneeling
Trying to burn away all those old feelings and temptations to confront you
Which are still so terrifying
I just wish you'd forgive me
For deep inside
All this old pain is constantly swirling and rising
And it's why I'm no longer smiling
For life without you as my fabulous wife
Feels like I'm slowly dying and being cut open by emotions sharp knife
Raw sensations which just keep twisting
Growing and shouting to be heard in this eerie silence
I know there can be no more hiding
No refuge from the irrefutable truth why you left
No more buying expensive sparkling diamond rings to turn off my warning bells and sirens
No more red wine and opening shining elegant gifts
No matter how perfect the timing is
So I'll just keep trying to cope
Hoping in time I'll grow strong enough to keep fighting
Strong enough to find out who was waiting on the other side
Strong enough to stop drowning in tears
Strong enough to find hope and try to restart celebrating
And in time
God willing
Find me that piece of treasure that will instantly light up my sad life like you once did
Like a bolt of bright lightning
But until then
If you ever see me crying
Just know it's my price for trying to come into Gods house to exchange vows
Whilst carrying an invisible suitcase
Filled with stories of your cheating and lying
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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(Before you enquire: of course it's made up :nerd:)