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Love Found

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(A lone voice whispers)

Under her hypnotic spell

Leaving me in new realms of emotions.

Where I now dwell

I walk steep hills

Day and night

Up and down 

In my mind

Walking past fast flowing rivers with carcasses of my previous experiences 

With demons from hell

To reach salvation and its soft green meadows of daffodils and crystal clear waters

Such is the power and magnanimity of being under love's spell and being a lone walker

Exploring and worshipping at a new altar

 

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Therapy

(A lone voice whispers)

Are Goodbyes like lone turtle-doves that fly

Like birds from your clouds of Singularity

Into wild winds

Of one day they're here

And one day they're gone

But you always cry inside

Silently

In somewhere so deep and quiet

Where beloved memories hide

When you remember the sweet moments of tranquility and sincerity 

Before that old love died on a new white cross of behaviour therapy 

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Foundation of the piece.

Do memories last forever?

Good or bad.

The ending relates to:

Do those experiences change your behaviour patterns by learning from that particular experience?

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Is this one of the sins of the twenty-first century?

 Is this one of the sins of the twenty-first century,

increased tenfold by social media affecting relationships?

Have you been uncouth or met one of the uncouth?

(Adjective: lacking in good manners, refinement, or grace.) 

Title:

Infidelity

Well, I guess I'm uncouth

I lied 

And didn't tell them 

The truth 

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The Queen from Argento

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The Girl with the Dark Eyes

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The Sunday Voice

Foundation of the piece.

Do the Unrequited still seek love searching through social media for an old love?

Have you looked up old flames in secret?
 

(A lone voice whispers)

In this grey shade of semi-darkness

I've sat down by the IPFT and looked again down through time 

Past all the fast-moving images and those sad heartbreaking ones

Portraying illnesses 

Lit a white Dominion protection magic candle and pondered

Is she with another I just can't see

Someone else's older or younger brother

That soulmate who once professed and confessed 

She was only mine

Would she still love me beyond all she feared

If I could somehow suddenly appear

Would her sweet kisses taste the same as before 

When we first met and I told her my sacred name

As I stood at her front door

But would she forget me this time when she got home

Delete my old number on her phone

I know she's a siren 

Lord

A beautiful beacon

A light in the dark who all fall to their knees

Whenever she calls

Is that why I'm cursed by the green shards of Belazor 

In this grey shade of semi-darkness 

As I embrace my own form of holy crucifixion

Charged to look down through time forever 

And tasked by Malachi

To always light a white Dominion magic protection candle 

From the sacred box of self-introspection

And ponder

Is she with another that has my reflection 

Who looks like me

Someone else's younger or older brother 

Now I've died and can only use the IPFT

To see

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Is this a description of love?

 

Need a prompt?

 Belief in yourself is so important.

If you could write a poem reflecting your reflection in a mirror.

What would you write?

It could be anything. Personality goes way beyond looks. My opinion of course.

Here's my take on a dash of fun for the restless minds, constantly poked by Calliope.

Some call me Ole Smoky 

For I'm 100% all natural

So damn deep 

It's supernatural 

So unique 

I'm unnatural 

For my aura and sense of humor 

Is so inflammable 

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Dystopian Dreams

Foundation of the piece.

(Conjured from the Ether, of course)

I was at church recently and the priest said some interesting things, relating to life.

Namely, one of the biggest days of your life, when you're present but not there, is your wake.

What or who would you miss at that moment of self realisation?

(A lone voice whispers)

I still miss you

You know

And all those interesting places you used to take me

Like to Caesars Palace

After our wedding 

To watch boxing 

When the world was covered in snow

Malibu beach

On honeymoon 

Where in that hot shade

Out of sight 

Your soft lips 

Tasted my soul

As it preached

New sermons from your mouth

As your hand travelled south

All those tantalising things 

And so much more

But since I left

When God opened that heavenly door

I die silently inside 

A thousand times a second

As my broken heart roars

Like Shakespeare's Romeo when he too

Crossed over in death

Whenever I look at your beautiful reflection 

In my black scrying mirror 

And think of all those precious things

I can't do together

Anymore 

With my old life's torchbearer

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