Paradisus (L)

Consciousness and unconsciousness

Rests in peace

Tranquility flows internally

© John Duffy 

 

Existentialism in the 21 Century

I don't usually add people on social media randomly

For in time

I know

I

Me or you

Would truly miss 

So enjoy this

Our own connective gif

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The Vine

 The first day love climbed

Like an invisible green vine 

Into me 

From Aphrodite's crimson tree

My life changed

Haunted forever by

My old history 

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Foundation of the piece.

Can you remember when you first fell in love, and did that moment signify a significant change in your emotional mindset?

Siren Dreams

Have you revisited old memories in the way hours of night

When ghosts of old love call to play

And you reminisce about all the sweet things they once said

 

First love

Now love 

Old love

Do still they wake you in deep dreams of an old life 

Once led

Summoning your attention with spiritual subpoenas

With memories of a time

When you rode your chariot proudly with them

Like a hyper Judah Ben-Hur

Into all arenas 

Before that old love 

Shattered into a million pieces 

Like glass

And which now call like midnight sirens 

In your own Odyssey

From the past

From a once holy dream

You thought

Forever

Would last

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Foundation of the piece 

From family, young love to friends. 

Do we miss them all even more when that time together has passed?

The Escapee

(A lone voice whispers)

As an escapee

From the where one doesn't want to be

This message I've left here

From me 

To warn of She

For

In long shadows of the mind 

It comes

Creeping slowly in

Like the moor fog 

In a long sinful cloak of army grey

Lost Love

Smiling like a pretty Medusa

Knocking on your door softly

With wild black eyes

Black hair and cherry red lips

Looking for souls who into the long night pine

Like lone timber wolves

Focusing on their auras frequency's 

To tune in

To take them back to its green lair 

In the raging Lemurian Sea

To the Black Rock Tower where Prometheus lays helpless 

Upon its jagged diamond encrusted cliffs

Bound by Old Gods

By the power of the Aufbau Der 

The world builders of the High Mountains

To baptise them under the Emerald Fountain 

To then be robed in blue with fairy folk watching wearing silvery jewellery

Cast by the Forge Masters of Sigma Twenty1

To then to join the huge Coronation Line

To be new flowers in the Black Rock Fields

The search for love over as they are pulled over

Never to dream but to sway like Douglas Fir's

As the hypnotic incense infusion

Of frankincense and myrrh

Clouds their hopes and dreams with delusion 

So beware of

The Banshee of The Night

The Wife of He

You cannot see

The Lord of Black Rock Tower where Prometheus lays helpless upon 

Jagged diamond encrusted cliffs

Keep looking for the light of your life 

But pine no more

Or the image of the great seducer

Medusa

Could appear in spiritual form

Knocking on your astral doors

To then

No more to talk

No more to walk

No more to see 

But to spend all your days swaying in a hypnotic trance

In the nearest asylum 

As time

Advances

Somewhere hidden

In the raging Lemurian sea

Of The Great In-Between 

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The Visitor from Hiranyaloka

 (A lone voice whispers)

Within the Witching Hour 

Of twelve to four am

In the Great In-Between

I've seen

Universes

Parallel worlds

Places

Where no living human beings have never been

Climbed through blue portals

To strange lands where angels and demons 

In choirs 

Sing

Walked lands

Where no water runs in rivers or springs

Walked the badlands of the forsaken 

Climbed the high towers of the iron maiden

Saw tomorrow's prophecies 

Before I awakened

But I was never alone

Faith in the Lord

Kept me safe

In The Badlands 

Beyond the Tomb

From being drawn at dusk

To been released at dawn

To explore

To revel in new sights

Past midnight 

Is a mystery which binds me still

From Arigartha

To Mulvanto

The red cliffs of the Ugato  mountains

From the twin suns of Sirius 

Bathed in autumn gold

Underneath lightning filled skies 

So now

I know an old secret

One for you to read as you pass me by

The dead don't die

They just live

Underneath 

Purple clouds

In another shimmering neverending sky

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Hiranyaloka:

Illumined Astral Planet.

The Island

(A lone voice whispers)

As I lay here

Under my apple tree

With my head on my pillow

Looking at my only treasure

A white feather 

By the sea

I can still remember the first time

The Ebb and Flow came looking for me

And I witnessed all those old things once hidden 

When my eyes couldn't see

When it engulfed me in its fine mists

Of secret memories 

The mysteries 

Insecurities 

Jealousy 

Lies 

And all other forgotten things

That Ebb and Flow from beyond the Great Sea

Brought to me

Forgotten moments

Missed chances

Last dances

And the loneliness of standing in a dark circle of never-ending silence

Gripped knee-deep in the black sludge 

Of the Hylands

Now alone on this island 

In the middle of a black sea

With only a white pillow 

White feather and an apple tree

For company 

I still see her

Skin as soft and white as snow

Dressed in blue Levi jeans

White tee

And black high heels

Blue sharp eyes

Beautiful and blonde like a young smiling Marilyn Monroe

Reminded by the mists of the Ebb and Flow

Which touches all things and binds to the spine

The past

Present and future

For they are the polestar

Of all good and evil

The collector and receiver 

Of all things made of matter on Earth

By seeing missed moments and mistakes

When I let that girl ride on her horse called Wildfire 

Right out of my paddocks gates

When my heart took shell fire from Desires Gatling gun

Is that why I'm stuck on this lonely island in the middle of this Black Sea

Sentenced 

To lay 

Under this apple tree 

Inscribed with the many etched in names 

Of past visitors 

With a white pillow and white feather for company 

Lord

Until I find Repentance

To climb higher

Haunted each night

By the Ebb and Flow 

About the girl with blonde hair who looked like a young smiling Marilyn Monroe 

Wearing Levi and a white tee

On a horse called Wildfire

Who I once let go

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Have you been trolled?

Press play.

Is social media the new bridge

For trolls to live under

To act with impropriety

Those who need sessions of much needed psychoanalysis 

As technology grows 

In huge numbers

Each time there is rain or thunder

Sad hunters who stalk society 

Revelling and rejoicing in their spoken or written statements of notoriety

The Omnispective 

Fellows of the Royal Society 

Of Creating Social Anxiety 

A new Divine Comedy

We might all have to walk through 

One day or night 

Like Dante Alighieri

A twenty-first century journey through hell and purgatory to reach or express our own inner paradise

Guided by the Light

To be willing and 

brave enough 

To pay the price

Of self-sacrifice 

Of sharing our perspective 

Regardless who comments

Day or night 

From The Omnispective

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Psychoanalytic therapy may be used to treat a number of different psychological conditions, including: Anxiety. Depression. Emotion struggles or trauma.

Rêves de Miss Applegate

(And the voices return. I previously said I was going to stop writing poetry but, a big but. 

The whispers continue. Salute)

Press play.

Title:

Rêves de Miss Applegate

(Dreams of Miss Applegate)

(A female voice whispers)

I still see her 

Old

Marie Laveau

I can't pretend

In my scrying mirror

Looking back 

And smiling 

Summoned to haunt me 

From when I visited 

Big Mama Aurelia

Somewhere on the water village of the Grand Bayou

For she announced the end

Of being single

And a time and place

Of happiness 

I still cannot see

Where I'll mingle

When Kamadeva will walk in like a proud Captain Jake

 And will tempt me to sin

In new 

Where's and how's

The what if's and so's

So

Sometimes 

I stand dressed in my Mama's old white wedding dress

Looking in my long black and gold mirror 

Pleading to know my fate

In what year 

Month or day

Will she'll come see me 

Before each winter's year ending snow

And whisper

This year

The waiting ends

 Josefina

So I can celebrate the overthrow

Of another phase of living in Hades

But until then

I'll just go back to masquerading on my life's only mission

On my heart's crusade 

Looking for true love

Before I fade away

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