The Fire Girl

(A warm voice whispers)

  

Salut Soldat (Hey soldier)

Jeremiah says it's soon your time and I should visit to prepare you to cross over

So here I am

Please forget the past for it will haunt you into all

Eternity 

In here

For when the grey smoke came

When you fell asleep while on sentry duty in Forty-Three 

With Billy Boy and Henry

While you all guarded that old hospital in war-torn France

For the Resistance and me

Drunk on moonshine while smoking 

I just held onto a soft hand as it suddenly appeared 

With a whisper saying

Sylvia

It's time to meet me

Your guardian 

Angel Jeremiah

As I started choking when all the German bombs started exploding

But don't forget me 

After all these years

For even though now my time is done

It's you

I still see

I miss you, so never feel guilty

And I'll always wait for you 

Standing here by this

Eternal Holy Sea

Sleep now 

My love

For I'll just return

Tomorrow morning at six am when it's time

So we can share a new dream of a beautiful place where we first met

A unique place where we'll  both hold hands like we once used to do in Calais

 

Before life killed me and we can once more walk on soft yellow beaches

As far as the Astral Eyes can see

(C)

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Diana's Advice

 

 My visitor

Someone called Diana has whispered this tale as I relax. 

Is she one of my visitors tonight? 

Tonight's channeling. 

Sometimes

You've just got to say goodbye to old ways and try to heal raw opened emotional sores

It may feel like you've been through the wars but everybody has their flaws

Some may choose to hide it so well 

And smile and put on a favorite well-loved mask

And some don't 

Some may say strange things in tempestuous moments of heat as they sharpen their claws

And some may say nothing at all but just think it

For people are just human after all

Misfits in the grandest of schemes 

Wandering around like lost little children 

After they have been given a life's spiritual work permit 

But you know 

I've already lived five times in 6 hundred years 

Lived

Loved and cried so many wet tears

Now I've returned for the seventh

And here's what I know

As I return from a short stint in heaven 

Life and all its emotional connections are simply explained in two lines of poetry 

Which is written in bold italics in God's eternal archives 

Want to know what it is

It's simply 

Do the best with your time before you die 

And you too might come back for another short while 

(C)

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A lonely ghost whispers

 

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(A lone voice whispers )

Surrounded by these

lit white candles 

As I sit here 

In this great stillness 

Filled with such proud grace 

Allowing soft tears to glide like the Egyptian Nile

And

embracing the sentimental  comforting sanctification 

Of the salty water

Washing gently over my face 

I bind my mind to meeting you 

On that unforgettable afternoon 

Last June

You wore Gucci 

In black and gold and matching leather expensive bag 

The new moon whispered of such new beginnings 

But now 

When I see myself in this ethereal two-way smoke mirror 

I always see the tragic shadows of that old life and how it suddenly ended

Driving 

And smiling going home 

Then that deer jumped out 

As I stopped breathing and my heart surrendered

My Funeral 

The wake 

Then the silence 

As my name slowly receded from your worlds auditory radios 

We in here 

Listen to 

For our name being spoken 

To remind ourselves we are still remembered 

And I thank you for calling to me

For total silence means we are forgotten 

As so many sadly are 

When people get busy and all you are 

Is a familiar name at Christmas or on your birthday

So now I wish to stimulate that silence 

Reinvigorate it 

Into such a vibrational state

That our old devotion Loveliness and harmony 

Reaches you on Monday 

Our first anniversary

Allowing myself to find the space and grace 

To slow time down and reconnect 

While sending my manifestations out to take effect

I wish to spread our old love 

Like the beautiful scent

of Jo Malone's natural Bees

Coconut and Soy wax

Unto others 

Through this two-way scrying mirror 

To 

Those from my old life

Who still calls to me 

Sometimes 

In the great silence

On our interdimensional radio

In the hope that they too will feel our once-treasured love magic 

Before it all ended 

So tragic

And through them 

She knows I still miss her

So praising the four elementals 

Earth 

Air 

Fire and Water 

For their incantations to cross the Constellations 

And create Way Stations 

In the hearts of others 

Sealed with these soul-lifting revelations

I now blow out these twelve white candles 

Lit before me

Dry my eternal eyes

Stare out into the sacred space between us

Releasing the intentions of my now still grey heart into the wild 

Thinking of you 

A red rose in the concrete 

Who always appears before me 

In black and gold 

Standing before my mirror as a living child in exile 

Slowly 

Alone 

Growing old

And so with these magical words 

Goodbye for now

Ego semper amorem meum exspectes.

Ita fiat fiat 

(I'll always be waiting my love.

So mote it be)

(C)

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Whispers from.....

 I was born lonely

At sunrise

In 1995

On Summer Solstice

As country folk 

Watched the passing clouds

And surmised

My Ma

God bless her soul

Smiled as soon as I

Opened my baby-blue eyes

And always swore

Halley's Comet flew by

Then cried

Out aloud in joy

As nurses and poor doctors

Jumped 

As my heart monitor suddenly died

I lived loved and fought

But felt crucified inside 

When Deaths slow tide 

Took the only loyal person

By my side

My beloved mother

Tina MacBride

So loneliness crept back in

Its smile 

As wide as a country mile

She left me a note 

You know

Only two words

From my queen

Before they increased her morphine

Be Happy

Was all she left to be seen 

By me

We buried her on Wednesday at

2 pm and a train wreck  hit my car 

On Route 44

Before I could jump out the door

When I crossed over

I looked for her

High and low

Went to the shores of the Red Mist

The Bay of Grief but found no release

So now I sit alone

Like 

When I was born in 95

Treasure life

For when it's over 

It's over

And I still miss mine

I just wish I had more time.........

With my beloved mother 

Tina MacBride

(C)

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Weltschmerz: The man worn down by the world's ills.

  

Weltschmerz: The man worn down by the world's ills.

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Looking for answers in this

The blackest of all pits
filled with bitter but sometimes sweet-tasting human emotions

Illuminated by the flickering half glow of this fading miners lantern

Sat by my burning coal fire at four am

I write these few words down for future inspiration 

To encourage me 

Before I flee to try to get through whenever 

I feel the need to subdue the sharp pang of my apotheosis of all old friends 

With dangerous malt whiskey 

 

The one who ritually visits who I call Mr. Damnation 

 

For to be able to hear you whisper 

So be it again

 

I'd be driven crazy 

As I caress your precious velvety memories and admit to that grim-faced shadow of a man

 

My own perpetual stalker 

Who's staring back in this faded old black mirror 

Whispering that I should try to carry on

As I think back to those happier times 

When we might have had a chance to be optimistic like so many

 
But just like every other third couple 

 

Who met and tried to stay together

While wading knee-deep 
in newly discovered rivers of uncertainty 

Through trial and error 

 

We were tragically pursued by the real broken ones 

Those living in painted white houses 

With twitching grey curtains made of cheap-cut lace

 

Those who deem themselves to be

The Beautiful Ones in Society 

 

The polished and the preened 

Strutting about with all their treacherous 
airs and graces

Just to be seen

 

We were unjustly discriminated against by feverish lions 

Those sad losers 
Who deemed our liaison

 

To be tainted and under their covetous judgemental eyes

To be on so many levels

Immorally corrupted and dangerously fragmented 

 

But to you, my beloved

 

Now erroneously judged 

Likened to a corrupt 17th-century museum 

Filled with pagan occult pictures

By a cancel culture fuelled by heathen convictions

 

My soon-to-be obsolete heart still sings 

As it remembers those wild crazy days and passion-filled nights

When we stood firm and issued 

All those endless FUs with such excitement and rage

 

How we then ran away from Deep Dale

With anything, we could muster and carry

 
Caught a flight North and got married

 

Went to Las Vegas
Booked into The Bellagio 

 

Cruised the Strip and made wild drunken oaths 

To each other that we'd never be tempted to go back

No matter what news or stories we heard 

Broadcasted over the TV or radio 

 

I hope tonight as I close my eyes for maybe the last time 

As my lifelong friend

Doc Dupont says my last prayers and rites

 

If you didn't know I guess it's time to confess

You were always my life’s 

True one and only 

 

And I truly understand why you left

It's not easy trying to live with the news 

Of both of your parent's sudden deaths

 

Even though after all these years since you've been gone

My heart still skips a beat 

For I know my love channeled 
through my treasured memories 

Will soon
To you flow so damn easily

 

Reuniting you with those incredible few years

When we  escaped to The Bellagio

And lived together 

For a short while to renew

 

Free from the long reach of The Beautiful Ones 

So peacefully  

 

And now as I reflect

I never knew lonely 

Until I lost you

 

(C))

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Weltschmerz, from Welt (“world”) + Schmerz (“physical ache, pain; emotional pain, heartache, sorrow”).

A dash of creative writing as I relax after a busy day of researching new products. 

I'm such a teller of tall stories.

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Love Struck

 

(A lone voice whispers)
 

The last time I saw you 

Triggered the cataclysm of 

An unquieted mind

As I tried in vain to decipher my own 

Codex Consecratio

To overcome 

And conquer 

My own self-deprecating 

Code Red

For

You are my dangerous solo

Mission 

My one-way ticket 

To Loves

Dark side of its many crimson prisms

And Wolf Moons

Empowered by that ruby ticket

I dream to manifest 

And wait until the 

End of Days 

At your much-sought-after side

For I have been metaphorically 

Blindfolded and willingly

Cohersed and

Dragooned

For I’m but a naive hostage

To you 

My penance 

To serve my own red devil on Earth 

In human form 

My happiness and dark majick

Contained in but one

My Scarlet Lady 

Without any notions of fears

Or that human weakness 

Betrayed through wet tears

Am I but a pitiful man 

Some may say in hushed whispers in familiar secret backrooms 

That I'm tied and lashed to your 

Never-ending burning

Crosses Of Gaslighting

 

And infernal 

Damnation's 

Overflowing 

And drowning in deep rivers of tribulations 

Forever embroiled within 

Lost lunacies of Dark Confessions

Centered around and circling love

Do I speak in unfathomable tongues

Am I indecipherable

Is that why you

Leave me lonely 

Always

Soaking in this painful red symphony

 Filled with feverish octaves which ambush my weakened soul

 In waves

Awaiting the much sought-after days 

That you always promise 

When you say

I'll finally appear as your own

Red churches

Self-imposed 

Crimson 

Altarpiece's 

Only 

Epiphany 

Because someday

In the future

You'll miss me

(C)

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Lady Judgment

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In the darkness 

Simmering with sweet  sensations 

And wild vibrations of seductive sin 

She comes 

Slowly

Walking in

Swaying her sassy hips 

To the rhythmic beats of the pequeyo drums

Eyes flashing like rare blood diamonds 

Caught in a full moon's headlights

My Lafeta Le Fey  

Her dark eyes take in 

The sight of my hard skin  

As she looks over my way

That even the wind stops blowing 

And breathing in

Wearing nothing 

But midnight black

Underneath her leather coat and yellow hat 

I lie in wait  

Awaiting my fate 

For tonight 

Lady Judgment

A devourer of souls

Is staying the night

(C)

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Quite a deep poem.

In the quietness of solitude, do we judge ourselves in reflection?

Lady Judgment is just a metaphysical poem conjuring that thought into being.

Salute 

The Cry of the Pagan Queen

  

(A lone voice whispers)

With wide crystalline eyes

Fluctuating between ever-shifting layers of happiness and fear

 

Ever watchful

With piercing orbs of tranquil blue 

So deeply captivating whispering in their echo chambers

I really see you

 

I compose this small golden trinket 

To some a tiny poem

But to those in the know

A spell

Whilst lost in the yellow sands of time

 

As I swirl through this fluctuating vortex

 

Will you read my offerings

As your minds listen to my gift of meter and rhyme

 

Can you feel that quickly rising crescendo of desire

Willing you to burn forever in my molten flames and yell

Inside internally

 

A new means to help extinguish those painful fires of 

Such misery still found upon

Those tired old redundant roads of humanities dark traits

You may still walk on

Will you pray to me and implore for more

To push open the once-locked doors between us

Shall I welcome you through my red gates

My new neophyte to sit by the Babylonian River to talk

Do you seek a pathway through the dark woods

 

To walk to a sacred place where you are sensuously

 

Bathed and embraced

 

As we read you and see all those distant places

Where you once courageously visited and stood

Do you dream of entering such a safe and unjudgemental sanctuary 

Hidden within divine branches and creeks

Where you are perpetually energized 

And no longer feel weary 

Unloved or weak 

Do these sudden paroxysms turn your emotions

Once cold as ice to a new fire

I merely still ask

Will you take my hand forever

 

To walk past these dying lights of midnight

To a new realm 

Filled with such hushed and unexplored mortal and spiritual delights

What says you

Shall I come about two to collect you

(C)

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The Ministry of Ezekiel

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(A lone voice whispers)

This is to you my lifes white feather

Now my lifes sunsets are spent and sunk forever 

For at the end of all my once long rigorous days

I now stand lost and lonely 

In these dark woods

Like Puck in a Missouri daydream that's all mine

One where my heart would beat on perpetual fire if it could

One with my ears filled with whispering spellbinding words

That no longer take me higher

And when the ever-watchful Moon retires

I always watch from here

Behind the silver shimmering barrier 

Of The Great In-Between 

And think as the new Sun of the Living 

Rises

Are we all simply silent prayers blowing

Like soft tender snowflakes

In an endless night

Each carrying quiet songs filled with woe

Love and all human emotions that make us glow 

Skywards

Just to be lost in whirlwinds of Heavens glittering golden dust

Symphonies of hearts ablaze

And screaming for someone to just love and trust

And even though now my time living has expired

I still feel rapturous but always blue

As my now silent heart tries to sing love songs

For just you

I know as long as I still exist in here

As tall as the high nights and as long as the wide days 

I hope my God-given prayers

Will be answered with my souls cries to be rescued

For when the final sunset has gone and died

And this dark night I wander in

Stalks all the lands

Even your lands

When the low Angelic Drums 

Announcing The Book of Revelations rumble

And the old black and white pianos start to sing

Declaring openly the arrival of Seven Angels foretold

When the eerie white noise 

Between the Living and the Dead is no longer cold

And falls like a crimson stage curtain 

Once again I pray I'm certain 

Hopefully 

I’ll stand like a Tolkien King 

Proudly on the Tired Bridge of Broken Dreams 

With you as my newly returned queen

Living in a new scene

Beyond the barriers of The Great In-Between

Where my broken heart no longer screams 

As we watch the Purging on Judgement Day

Of all the Immoral 

Tainted and marked with the many forms of its seductive disease 

Standing strong and happy like Megara and Hercules 

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