The Call of The Demerge

 

The Msula

 A poetic monologue for the inquisitive.

Title:

The Msula 

(A lone voice whispers)

Have you worn one of those old red coats yet

The one given by one of the invisible Riders in the silent night

The Msula

Who knows when your libido's getting wet

For the first time 

A coat filled with holes and tears

From someone else

Who no longer needs one to wear

A symbol of hopes and dreams

Sometimes in vain

For wearing it spiritually doesn't mean love will remain 

And it may even bring you pain

But have you worn one like I once did 

When I was a kid

When I felt my heartbeats rise like the early morning sunrise 

The weight and happiness tied together within a red ribbon of bliss 

In that first kiss

Then the solitude

Way after

But I still wore it proudly looking for its twin

Another red coat wearer 

With tears and holes

Frayed seams

But still keen

It's how I found my Mary before her coat was taken back 

By one of the Riders in the silent night

The Msula

When she died

To be given to another new land walker

To feel the anxiety, concern, difficulty, duty, hardship, load, onus, responsibility, strain, task, tax, trouble, worry. 

And dissatisfaction that comes from wearing it

But also how all those burdens are extinguished in the bliss of that first kiss

Oh, how I miss her

Now I'm 89

But a Night Rider appeared to me late last night 

Said 

Write your last thoughts down Henry

Your time with the red coat is nearly over

I'll be coming for it tomorrow before you crossover

So tear a hole in the fabric 

And pull at the seams

When you can see it before you go to Mary 

In The Great In-Between 

You see the holes and tears add to the magical essences 

Of wearing one of our holy gifts 

For it helps keep the hope for love present 

When all seems lost 

And helps to find the twin coat of the new wearer

Just like you and how you found your Mary

Guided by one of us

The Old Fairies 

So before I go 

Wear yours proudly

Be kinder and

Vibrate higher 

And if you already haven't found your twin red coat wearer 

Just know 

The Riders in the silent night

The Msula

Will soon find its twin and introduce your heart to heavenly choruses of hallelujah's

In the form of a new love 

 

So good night and good luck

For I can just see my beloved Mary in the distance calling 

Standing beside one of the Night Riders

The forever smiling 

Msula

As the moon and stars above seem to start falling 

(C) Copyright John Duffy 

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Rebirth

The human experience has always intrigued, and formed the foundation stone of these monologues. In poetic form.

I create.

This is but another.

Salute.

Have you walked through hell to find your own piece of heaven?

Title:

Rebirth

(A lone voice whispers)

Consumed by times long reach

My old love now walks on a new beach

No more Greenwich Village walks

Trips downtown to Manhattan

No more listening to Van Morrison on a hot Sunday afternoon 

Drinking cold lemonade 

In the shade 

As passing yellow butterflies played 

Smiling in unison 

Watching the local ice cream van sound its arrival

With that particular catchy tune

Or reading Dostoevsky 

Page by page 

Aloud or creating poetry

Together

I guess 

Looking back with my rose-tinted glasses taken off 

It was like a prophecy in the Book of Revelations

To find heaven,

You must first face hell

Walk through the oncoming Apocalypse

Breathe in the final moments of despair 

See your once bright sunflower wither and float away 

To some sacrificial altar where they all go

Drawn by a dark power

Down some old black as death itself river

For like the Lotus flower 

We sometimes need to grow in the sludge 

To bloom

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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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Copyright John Duffy 

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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

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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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 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy  

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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

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Hiranyaloka:

Illumined Astral Planet.