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Tulsa Dreaming

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Beloved Memories

A whisper from The Great In-Between.

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#singlelife

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(A lone voice whispers)

Do we

The broken lonely souls on Earth

Sometimes run
From a new rebirth

And finding a true love
We deserve

For in running

When in true flight

Do we find a strange soothing solace

In the sleepless drama of a self imposed karma

In that races dirt

Found in the middle of a dark endless
Night

When we no longer need to look
To get hurt

By opening a new leather bound book
Of possible trauma

Filled with emotional
middle age

Melodrama

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Foundation of the piece.

Do the newly separated find a form of salvation in staying single?

Memories of The Beautiful lady Girl with the Golden Honda

 Memories of The Beautiful Girl with the Golden Honda

You were my only silent dancer 

My guiding shining light 

Whenever I felt 

Deep emotional pain

As I fought those early signs of cancer 

On ward ten

And although departed

By four years 

That deep love

Still remains 

And calls again 

Memories and emotions 

Of an incredible fire

That never expires

Entwined like green ivy 

In flight

In the middle of each now depressing night 

Of writing prose

For exquisite pleasure

On soft skin

That cannot be retold

Only for each other

To treasure 

In December archives 

As they grow old

For sometimes

The Lord gives you a gift 

In the form of a blessing

To forever 

Lift 

A friend

To the end

For only us 

To truly see

Whatever may 

Come 

And it's why I wrote this today

For to me

You'll always be

The only one

Who beat 

My souls drum

Loudly 

Whenever 

I felt numb 

© John Duffy 

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The Deathless God's

 

A whisper from a deep lucid dream, filled with darkness and pain.

Probably a dire consequence of the world stage, today.

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Title:

The Deathless God"s

(A lone voice whispers)

You 

All the abandoned offspring of the Khloris

Lost souls caught in the spinning vortex of the Universal Principals

Doomed and baptised at birth 

To blindly chase love war sex and greed

Money and power as the unforgiving winds of yesteryear 

Blow into the new pages of tomorrow 

Where nothing seems to change 

As we sadly watch down through the ages

Blind

Naked and rebellious

As the day you were given the fruit of life

Soon you will all fall before us in endless multicoloured lines

On your spiritual knees

Like the many new slaves of the Agento and worship us

The Deathless Gods

For you are so sentenced for being so reckless 

And no other power in the Universe can repel us

For we are the Nexus

The wise ones 

Cautious 

But you

The stupid ones

Always overconfident and soon to be headless 

If you don't change your spiritual ways and reject us

You'll just have to accept us

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Aria the Druidess

(A lone voice whispers)

Write your words like mesmerising spells

Like

California yellow bells

To bewitch hungry

Eyes that see

Using your incredible 

Vocabulary 

By all means

And the four types of comprehension

Literal

Interpretive

Critical

And creative

To conjure

Themes

And memes

From the fourth dimension 

To enrich jaded eyes 

To stimulate weary senses

Send forth your unique voice

Via your prose

To grace unconsciously moving wet lips

With a sweet scent

Of your inner

Red rose 

That tempts them

To read on

In their moments of stillness

And you'll realize

your love of poetry

May be the missing link 

That completes them

Like the three wise men

Who once saw 

The shining

Star of Bethlehem 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

The Monologue of Jabari

The Monologue of Jabari

(A lone voice whispers)

Time has defeated me

My Amelie

As Death has cheated me

The love you once gave me to sip 

Weekly 

As expensive tea

Now no longer completes me

For everywhere I go 

I see purple graffiti

For my eyes only 

Written with sharp strokes of Swahili

Njoo kwangu

Njoo kwangu

They read

Serenely

Njoo kwangu

Njoo kwangu

It may seem too late

But maybe we'll be given

An act two

So my spirit guides 

Can thank you

For a man 

Who has walked

The sorrowful path of Matthew 

Looking for statue

To worship 

I once found you

In a place 

I dream I could go

Back to

But

Time has defeated me

My Amelie

As Death has cheated me

The love you once gave me to sip 

Weekly 

As expensive tea

Now no longer completes me

For everywhere I go 

I see purple graffiti

For my eyes only 

Written with sharp strokes of Swahili

Njoo kwangu

Njoo kwangu

They read

Serenely

Njoo kwangu

Njoo kwangu

Come to me

Come to me

Njoo kwangu

Come to me

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Njoo kwangu translated:

Come to me 

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