The Pact

 

Babylon Dreams

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Foundation of the piece.

A lonely soul dreams of the past while looking in the mirrors of introspection.

Do you sometimes reflect on what has come and been lost, in those priceless quiet moments?

I wrote this today and slightly altered it. If you have already read it.

Salute.

Title:

Babylon Dreams 

The lone poet alone 

And old

Like a white feather

Blowing in all weathers 

From the deep Spring of emotions

To the Summer-land of devotion

Briefly landing with Autumn leaves before shattering into a millions verbs

In the Winters deep

freeze

Always remembers

Each and every December 

Before the snow 

The Greatest of all Picture Shows

When she was young 

Wild with her own truth and reason

Racing through all seasons

Urged on by

Poetic music

Aplenty

Shared with first love when she was twenty

But now always cold

She prays she remembers

How she once smiled

She looks in the mirror

Seeing how age has taken her smile away 

How life has banished her Garden of Eden filled with such things 

She remembers

Every day 

Puck lost in

Midsummer Night Dreams

King Solomon

Huckleberry Fin

Oberon

Bluebeard 

And so many 

Memorable things

She prays to the High Lords of The Faery

To rescind old age

Which has made her wary

To step into a new Babylon 

Of stories and poetry

Of muses

Confusion

Mystics and heretics

To climb hedges and ditches

Dance with angels and witches

Count gold with dwarves and elves

As they show themselves

But like every other night

With the hanging moon in sight

She knows that old magic is nearly gone

But still she dreams

 

Dreams with an indomitable heart

To wander lost

Like a lone ghost

In her new vision of Babylon 

 

(C) Copyright John Duffy 

Are you judgemental?

 

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Are you a slave to the invisible system?

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Hey you 

Are you a slave to the invisible system

Just another unknowing

Victim 

Who works 8 to live 4

48 hours to enjoy twenty four

Sleep five before you go out the door

To a thirty minute meal

And think it's a steal 

For two weeks in the hot sun

Is that

My silent viewer

How in this lifetime 

You run

Dreaming to work

Until you retire

Then too old 

To do all the things

You once dreamed of

Or desired

Let this poem ignite your inner fire

Break the chains of invisible indentured slavery

Find a new way

To live your life free

With bravery

Give the invisible system

A smile

And learn to play dirty

Holiday more

Dream bigger

Open a door to love

Create music

Write a book or even a piece of poetry 

So live a real life 

Use it

For one day

You'll be too sick

To take risks

Just old and tired

Filled with dreams and desires

Waiting for

Old Nick 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Egyptian Dreams

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Dare you read the Binding Spell?

 

Remiel. The Angel of Hope.

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אשלם

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Every night

Before I dream

I silently command my

Spirit Guides and Guardian Angels

With a silent אשלם

(I surrender)

To take me beyond the

Black Darkness

I always see

As I close my deep brown eyes

To use their invisible hands

To tear away the dark rim

Before my ever watchful

Twin pyres

To show me

The real mysteries 

People and places

What lies truly beyond

For me

To venture into newer

Undiscovered lands

To see

The bright lights of the two suns

The quartet of multicoloured rainbows.

Illuminating a purple-hued sky

A place where no one

No longer dies

A paradise of ever swirling winds of a whispered profound love

Filled with scents of the sublime 

Perpetually

Emanating from a deep divine

Just always watching from

High up Above

A sanctuary lost forever

To many of the living

Within the forgiving reeds of time

For they lack the will to summon it so

A place to be reunited

With dear old family or friends

Who never made it to the end

To go and sit beside the ever-flowing

Holy River

And then

Watch through a silver

Scrying Mirror

As the real world

Slowly disappears

To walk through luscious

Green grass to the

Eternal City

To embrace a new realm

Free from fears

Or pity

This I beseech the Silent Dark

Before once again I am lost

For a few hours

As I reluctantly board

Morpheus's Dark Ark

Of Dreams

Filled with other

Summoners of אשלם

To then step silently into

Newly conjured

Worlds

Unseen

To travel once again

To see her

The girl of my dreams

Who always waits

For me

With crow like hair

Ruby red lips

And to die for eyes of such intense beauty

I just utter אשלם

In her presence 

By her white gatepost 

In the Great-Inbetween

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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