Memories

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Memories 

In the silence of it

Does it still make you smile

If so 

Treasure it

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The Invitation

 

I rather like creating supernatural pieces, littered with light and dark references.

I just have a strange ethereal kaleidoscope, I use to describe emotional driven poetic short stories. 

Are the stories just whispering voices in the darkness from the Great In-Between?

Are they reflective in nature? 

I suppose it's just a reflection of how I see humanity shaped. 

We each have our own individual styles. 

Mine are all poetic monologues in essence.

For to know and treasure the light of happiness when it comes, we need to have drunk a sip from darkness hot liquor.

To then stand tall in front of all. 

Without a flicker and accept Loves Invitation 

Whenever it's presented! 

Salute. 

Title:

The Invitation. 

Let me in

I whisper in the darkness.

Across deep blue oceans and rocky yellow sandy shores

To warm you my new love

For I am so hot

Let my whispered dark spells

Carried by grey smoke in the gushing four winds

Reach those once frozen tears

Falling from those beautiful eyes and reach deep into your lonely heart.

Feel its red flame

Crimson

As it engulfs you with total ease

Hot to the touch like fire

So addictive and seductively consuming

But beware

When it touches humans

Some are forever emotionally 

Ruined

Like a rare expensive bottle of red wine

Bestowed from the dark places unvisited 

Let me melt those cold glaciers that surround you with soul-warming fires

Burning and spinning within my endless dark eyes

Feel the heat from my hands on your chest

The breath of my mouth

Tasting each word as your soul opens up 

Its dark doors and pleads to confess

No more to wait

But to climb my red ladder out of the darkness of Naamah's 

Endless grey void

Before your beautiful soul is tainted and stands inline 

With so many others who make a mockery of emotions

Before they are destroyed 

No more to lie frozen under heartbroken spells

Conjured by dark shadows 

From leather-bound grimoires from the Lesser Key of Solomon

As you bathe in deep silence under a darkened purple-hued sky

Let that flame that once flickered so low but never really died

Those discarded old dreams which once laid forgotten in old days and lonely nights

Come back to life 

As I force back Damballa's darkness with my shining Astral knife

Are you kneeling naked and vulnerable in your red room

Awaiting my soft touch

Can I baptise you like Saint John the Baptist

To walk knee-deep into new seas of Galilee

Is that low spark of Longing

On fire in your centre

Your precious divine spiritual altar

Aflame and burning so bright

Are you ready to get drunk on this lascivious potion 

I always carry

Stolen from the encampments on the perilous mountains of Asmodeus

Called Mother Temptation 

Will you drink and feel the burn

To melt as all those old once hidden feelings 

Slowly return

Will you then sleep unfrozen as they creep in

Is it then you will ask me

In hushed soft whispers to take you under and whisper new red love spells

To listen as you then slowly confess 

As your soul no longer weeps 

Just say yes

And acquiesce

My new muse

I'll be that willing shoulder and ear to listen

As all your previous fears have a means to be expressed

As your eyes shine in a new half-light and begin to glisten

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The Moon Goddess. Dianna.

(A lone voice whispers)

Take this, 

These softly spoken words 

As the sacred keys to my Tower of Regeneration 

And as my high moon sets

Call to me with all your power

From any nation

And I'll help you conquer your abyss 

With a full life and a real love

Guided by my light 

At your side

To open your heart wide 

Replenished by the warmth of my belief, 

One of my greatest of gifts

For if you don't

My energy, and moonlight you will always miss

As you look back at me 

One lonely night

And reminisce 

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Renewal

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(A lone voice whispers)

Is this the final time for you and me

To part from visiting my white room
In the Great In-Between

For this morning I read
As God once said
In Isaiah 43:18-19

I am making a way in the wilderness and streams in the wasteland


And I can faintly hear brass bands playing a sad tune in the distance

Via my automatic scrying machine

And a soft voice whispering
It's no use staying

She needs time to heal 

To restart and feel

So maybe
Another time around in this crazy circle

With no rehearsal
It may last

Even though our love is dead and buried

Maybe next time we can just find a way to continue to be true friends

Who makes each other
Gasp

To try to make it better than the last

So tonight I open up my old tired diary

And just write in big letters

Never forget
Your only love
Mary

The kind woman who once carried you
When life once got so heavy

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Musings

 “Is a just and true life — one stirred by love and escorted by experience?

Neither a love devoid of experience, but a realization of love and experience — can it help to produce a virtuous existence?” 

To know love – do we have to jump all in – swimming valiantly?

Thrashing feverishly around within its deep, mysterious pools of emotions?

To really feel the ecstasy, the highs, and lows?

Do we have to go up above and below?

Does the emotional roller coaster of a sublime bliss—catch you within its first soft, sensuous kiss?

Can the suddenly harsh voice of its sudden disdain, sometimes enduring such immeasurable pain — stop you from ever chasing it again?

What is a life without trying it?

Do you turn into the French Inquisition, and see transgressions everywhere,

So you don't get burnt?

Has love burnt a hole in your side?

A few I have known weep from its soft velvety touch, and only having enduring its rollercoaster once, seek it no more.

Do they not know — climbing back on board with a new passenger: might be the answer?

Love is the most complex enigma we will ever know in life, and as the saying goes, fall down seven times, stand up eight!

The average woman will kiss 15 men, enjoy two long-term relationships, and have her heartbroken twice before she meets, “The One”, a study reveals.  

Researchers found she will also suffer four disaster dates, and be stood up once, before she finally settles down with the man of her dreams.

Men, on the other hand, face being stood up twice, and will have six one-night stands before they meet their ideal partner.  

This figure could be coming down, though, because a separate study suggests that men are becoming less afraid of commitment.

The average young man is ready for a committed relationship from the age of 22, two years younger than ten years ago.

Have you fallen down seven 

But still get up eight?

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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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Salute.