The Voicemail left for Monica

(A lone voice whispers)

I know you're listening 

So don't disguise your profound love for me 

With such acts of disdain

But later tonight

When it gets late

Let my mind 

Reach out as I send it

To touch you 

Through my supernatural senses

To soothe any pain

That may still remain

To reach out 

To gently touch 

And caress 

Your inner core and silhouette

To unlock 

That secret lock

To the very doorway 

To your soul

So I can walk past all the strutting catwalks 

Filled with figures

From years and years 

Of so many well-built defenses 

Until I can see the real you

So you can give me

That look 

That feverish look that whispers

In an unspoken language 

Of a sensuous love

That will come

Calling

One that can pull you up 

By your shoelaces and coattails 

If you're falling 

One look that 

Anyone 

Who sees it 

Could ever 

Forget it

One that paints a fascinating tapestry 

Of contrasting images and whispering emotions

Painted with such striking deft brush strokes 

Capturing incredible longing and intensity 

Pierre-Auguste Renoir 

Would surely

Dance in the Country 

A tapestry vibrating with a symphony of well-orchestrated bodies 

Two

In slow motion

In late-night acts of fingertips and devotion

For true love only comes around 

Once in your lifetime

Like when Adam first found Eve

At the Dawn of Time

In The Garden of Eden 

In Zero BC

So Monica

Here's my number

07753210

Call me

(C)

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Saul Speaks

I once knelt at Saint Paul's Cathedral 

And prayed so hard for true love to appear

And  

When the sunshine finally came and lit you up

Like a shimmering lake of bright moonlight

I knew deep down inside

I'd found some real magic

To carry me through 

All my long

Upcoming 

Summer nights 

(C)

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Samuels Monologue

 

Like a lonely
Helpless castaway 

Walking
Lost 

Amongst inner indistinct stars in my deep sleep 

I opened my green eyes
Yearning 

To gaze upon the blue
Undulating 

Seas of Tranquillity 

Beyond fear
Reason or hope 

Looking for a new freedom

Beyond irreducible traces 

Of all known possibilities 

To try to cope
With this thing broken in two 

But instead

When my emerald eyes opened

I saw I had ventured

To soft sandy shores 

Illuminated by magnificent

Sparkling red candlelights 

A place where lost souls travel to 

In The Off Limits Zones
When feeling lonely 

Or depressed
At midnight 

And
Within this beloved sleeping state 

With a sharp crackle of unearthly thunder and lightning 

You appeared
And I saw you 

The only one
Bequeathed 

Who I had been summoning 

And as we met and embraced

Upon those lucid imagined Shores 

And held on to each other so
Tightly 

I wondered down deep spiritual paths

Mentally 

To the Nexus of all Eternity 

Past the crying Banshee
Queens 

The spellbound soul keepers of all Humanity

The Archons 

Past the forgotten
Pagan Ages of Dark Shadows 

Once so long ago cast by The Wing Makers 

From The Black Holes of Bastos 

And
Thought 

As the world around me spun 

Like a revolving glass kaleidoscope 

Will she still love me tonight

Wherever she is 

This ageless beauty I always

Seem to chase
To run to 

In full flight 

The one I once wished to live with

Until my last night 

Who still leaves me lonely and

Drowning in cold wet tears in 

In the middle of this plight 

Or am I just another nightly
Visitor 

To that magnificent seashore

I visit 

Just past the Merovingian lightning

Solar Storms 

As I dream 

Always appearing to walk

Its twisted dark pathways

Towards 

A dark place filled with self-ruination 

With so many others 

To that dam place
I am cursed
To revisit 

And dream about 

On the stroke of every midnight 

Shamballa

The Wetlands of the Unforgiving 

The Island of the Lost
In the Great In-Between 

Where Ageless Elementals stalk and hunt the living 

As they wander around
In the 5th Mystical Realm 

Of the
Unseen 

Looking for their preordained 

King or Queen

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The Red Rose

(A lone voice whispers)

What in more sensuous exquisite pleasure

Can ever be summoned with such a small act 

An incantation spell

Of only spoken eight letters

Called 

I Love You 

To create such life-changing endeavors

To make you feel better 

What's beyond all earthy countermeasures or oppressors

What stands valiantly 

Perpetually bare and naked

Before all lost souls 

Whose essences pleads and 

Cries for its devotion 

Its

Affection

Appreciation

Fondness

Friendship

Infatuation

Lust

Passion

Respect

Tenderness

And its other pheromone-linked spiritual yearnings

Have you too been before its alabaster ancient altar 

Said all you wanted your version of love to be

When you felt some unfamiliar virginal stirrings

Then prayed to disappear within its congregation's sway

To hold onto its secret handshake

Through its gift of a single free spiritual Red Rose 

That it always gives away

Or did you oppose

And return all its regal advice 

And dismiss all those soul-changing stirrings 

And cut up its freely offered Red Rose 

Its invitation and gateway

Its secret handshake

With your sharp judgemental knife

To put out any fires which may have started burning 

Did new lies or old emotions

Lingering like limpets

From old relationships afar 

Cause you to then

Fall

Like a wounded soldier

In one of the world's many civil wars

Did a new chance at

A Greek Goddess's 

Exotic taste of sweet 

Redemption 

Bring no

Much needed salvation

Did that new prize within reach 

Cause

Old tears of guilt or hidden suppressed pain 

To rise like a typhoon 

Without resistance

And fall like rain 

Or did you embrace that 

Beautiful new gift

That unexpected surprise at sunrise

A priceless Red Rose and caught all those old tears

In motion

And bade them froze

Before they became an ocean

Does the sentence

Love appears when it's most needed

To supersede all emotions

Even if it's once been cheated on

And will try to stay forever

If welcomed and greeted

Create something in you 

A stirring that you will never oppose

As you accept the chance of new love and eventually 

Embrace 

Its secret handshake and free gift 

Of its exquisite Red Rose

(C)

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John Duffy 

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The Song of Simon

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(A lone voice sings.)

I am abandoning 

My post today

Leaving

Outpost 4 

And walking through 

Another door

To a new place

To stay

Throwing away

My scrying glass 

Back into 

The grey rivers of 

The Dimitri

No longer afraid

To step

Into the deep blue 

Sea of Dreams

Brave enough

To swim past icebergs 

Of prosecution

For absolution 

Of all who see 

Me

Going beyond 

The Carpathian Mountains

Past burning vortexes and fountains 

Away from lost souls

Who come at me

With lit torches and pitchforks of calamity

Away from 

False gods and goddesses 

Who sow paths of destruction

To find resurrection 

In the bright lights 

Of accession

To be eternally free

I am abandoning 

My post today

Leaving

Outpost 4 

And walking through 

Another door

To a new place

To stay

Throwing away

My scrying glass 

Back into 

The grey rivers of 

The Dimitri

No longer afraid

To step

Into the deep blue 

Sea of Dreams

Brave enough

To swim past icebergs 

Of prosecution

For absolution 

Of all who see 

Me

Going beyond 

The Carpathian Mountains

Past burning vortexes and fountains 

Away from lost souls

Who come at me

With lit torches and pitchforks of calamity

Away from 

False gods and goddesses 

Who sow paths of destruction

To find resurrection 

In the bright lights 

Of accession

To save me

(C)

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The Song of Jericho

 

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Oh Jericho 

Oh Jericho 

Sing your song

Sing it strong

Don't be denied 

Oh Jericho 

Oh Jericho 

For your heart knows

Where you belong

By our Lord's side

Oh Jericho 

Oh Jericho 

Baptized by all those painful tears

You've cried

Oh Jericho 

Oh Jericho 

Wherever you go

Sing your song

Sing it strong

Oh Jericho 

Oh Jericho 

For The Almighty provides

Like an immortal guide

With arms  

Open wide

In which to rest  

Tired eyes 

Oh Jericho 

Oh Jericho 

And in that silence 

Reflect and confide

Oh Jericho 

Oh Jericho

Will you let him in 

To reside

And help combat sin

Before you join

The so many other Faithless 

Who's died

Oh Jericho 

Oh Jericho 

Only to be hunted down

By the Devil and his kin

Oh Jericho 

Oh Jericho 

Take faith 

Wherever you go

To combat sin

Oh Jericho 

Oh Jericho 

Share your light

Even though you've cried 

(C)

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Lyrics of Life

 (A lone voice whispers.)

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Hosanna 

Hosanna

Composed 

Cn every falling raindrop 

Embraced 

By all the world's many

Illuminated natives

From nearly every rooftop 

Is freedom

Hosanna

Hosanna

A song 

Sung in every wet embrace 

From every treetop 

The greatest symphony of all life

No matter how much this life hurts 

When it sometimes

 Cuts so deep 

With its emotional knife

Hosanna

Hosanna

Run wild my child 

They each sing in every teardrop 

Before your time comes 

Hosanna

Hosanna

Try to say 

I truly lived before I died 

And all my love

 I willingly left behind

I gave 

And helped so many others 

To survive 

Like it was my only state of mind 

Hosanna

Hosanna

To all

I could find

Before my flickering candle 

Blew out 

And from this beautiful life

I resigned 

From mankind

Hosanna

Hosanna

I truly lived before I died 

And all my love

 I left behind

I gave 

And helped so many others 

To survive 

Like it was my only state of mind 

Hosanna

Hosanna

To all

I could find

Before my flickering candle 

Blew out 

And from this beautiful life

I resigned 

Hosanna

Hosanna

(C)

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A faint whisper

If you once felt and experienced something

Truly magical

Really spiritual

A connection like never before

Don't burn that memory bridge back to it

Leave that door 

Open

Slightly ajar

For those days

One day

After all the pain has been extinguished

Will still be some of your good days

Memories linked to relationships can be painful

But in the quiet hours

Alone

And with music playing

Or maybe enjoying the silence

You too will still remember 

Those you once loved

From childhood through to adulthood

Those once beautiful souls

Who were brave and strong enough

To smile and beguile us

Even though the sad moments 

Like a golden ritual Athame knife 

Still cuts

Deep

And maybe will make you weep

When you realize 

Those golden days may have died

But they can still live on

 If you're courageous enough

To let sweet memories and pain

Collide

(C)

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Big Stan's monologue

 

(A grieving soul whispers)

Tonight 

I pray to dream

But here I lay

Feverish 

Pitched in a grey tent of fatigue

Like a weary soldier 

Suffering from PTSD 

Laid out 

Like a green funeral wreath

Begging for eternal

sleep

On mountains

Of sweat stained white sheets

But sleep never comes 

To climb to the summits of my peaks

So here I am

Just another lost

Soul

Crying for mercy and salvation 

Bleating 

Amongst the insomnia masses

Like a weary grief stricken sheep  

(C)

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The Monologue of Father Bartholomew

 

(A lone voice whispers)

If I could reveal things 

You've never seen

Which is to come

Visions

Gained from The Black Books of Secreta

Here in The Great In-Between

I'd have to burn my sacred oath 

Made to Saint Malachy

A pledge made 

In The Grand Theatre of Sper 

Visions so heavenly  

So celestial 

But dark

To speak of such things

Would be treasonous

Would be to break it

But know this

The Black Books of Secreta

Here in The Great In-Between

Whisper of Darkness

Coming

The Fall of All 

You know

But also of a glorious light

To push back the darkest of nights

So wear your faith

As your shield

Pray and never be tempted to yield

For the Four Horseman of The Apocalypse

Have started to ride 

In the lower Dimensions Fields

Find a holy place 

Fill it with grace

Deep inside

To prepare

For dark water rises

For strange things 

Grow in power

As the Veil of Aquarius is slightly lifted

Even if you know

What's changed or shifted

Even if you're gifted

Dark gods have taken over the minds of some men

Now dark souls 

Who shun the powers of prayer and amen

But there is still 

A light to be found

A candle to be lit

A voice to soothe

With its profound sound

Peace to be shared

If you're open to give

As you still live

The Black Books of Secreta carries your name 

You know

Lists all you do and say

If I can read it

So can the Principalities

Hidden 

Embedded in the world's many shadows

And sideshows

So do more:

Eph. 6. [12] 

For we wrestle not against flesh and blood,

but against principalities, 

against powers, 

against the rulers of the darkness of this world,

against spiritual wickedness in high places.

Do more 

So I can help you to

Amare Vita (L)

Love life

 

(C)

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