The Mage

 

Which realm do you live within?

(A lone voice whispers)

The Dimension of Thought and the Material World

The Third Spiritual Dimension

Controlled and led blindly by these realities of thoughts of some sorts

I'm Mortal and so fragile

That I need to find some sort of power to help defeat or rule others

Because I'm so driven to need society things

And all things hinge

On the big indeed of

I need someone to make me feel truly whole 

Or are you a spiritual traveller like me 

Who likes to take close control of magical spaces

And races into

A Higher World

On top of this material world

To The Fourth Dimension

Where anything is possible beyond comparison or comprehension 

From ideas

Conceptions 

Interactions and spiritual 

Projections

To drive

Words and actions like supernatural flowing poetry 

In a divine form of symmetry 

For jumping from the Third to the Fourth while one lives 

Can help one prepare for the 5th

Heaven and the Plane of Light

Where God 

In whatever form with its judgement persists

And you

It might just forgive 

For by living

We are all spiritual beings living through conflicts

Awaiting judgment 

Like convicts

When it's time

For our Inter-Dimensional-Planes

To shift 

(C)

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Life

 

Every day, I die inside

Quietly 

Hiding what I feel

As my alter

Takes control of my mind's

Steering wheel

Foundation of the piece.

Does the days and years seem to drift 

As the real you

Hides 

Alone 

Lost within the mind's mists?

From relationships to work.

Are modern relationships just driven and maintained by endless mundane repetition?

(C)

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Memories

  (A lone voice whispers)

I heard I'd lost a much cherished friend today

Such a wild joker

Irrepressible smile

Epic rave dancer 

In her tight black jumpsuit 

Wearing tiger balm and red lipstick 

Who I loved to talk to on those 90s old black telephones

Rolled into one ball of irresistible energy 

Oh, we had such irreversible fun whilst we were young but cancer

Came calling in her later years

And she got shot by his bright white SV40 gun 

So now I grieve

For like so many others

Those we once loved

No matter how brief 

From January to December 

We always love them more when we remember 

As their fire burns low

But never goes out

Like a never-ending 

Bonfire night ember

(C)

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Has someone taken you for granted?

 

Genetic, environmental, and social behaviorism.

(A lone voice whispers)

Some people today, don't abide by the royal seals of light, trust and loyalty.

They just joyously abide by the dark sides, cruel seals of impropriety and disloyalty.

(C) 

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Foundation of the piece.

In today's culture, do people seem more likely to take advantage of someone, regardless of the impact?

Due to cultural norms, linked to taking people for granted, and the rising lack of gratitude, leading to relinquishing loyalty to those, who once helped them?

From work, family to friends.

Have you encountered this rather low level of engagement?

HMS Philanderer

(A lonely voice whispers)

Like my ship

The Philanderer 

I've sailed through love

Like an eager Christopher Columbus

Only to now ride the mythical number ten bus

To the sad lands of

Numbus

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Foundation of the piece.

Are modern dating platforms, creating a playground, when quantity is valued above quality, in lasting relationships?

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Relationships

Relationships

Do old memories (5)

Materialize quickly (7)

At random moments (5)

And from their sounds and visual delights

Aren't we just hoarders of all we feel

To carry like thieves

Into 

The longest of dark nights 

(C)

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Are you still clutching your Molotov Cocktail

 

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Are you still clutching your Molotov Cocktail 

(A lone voice whispers)

Could the sorrowful echoes in empty minds

Mean it's time to remind lost souls

To carefully unwind

And revisit cherished times

When love was once so kind 

When Mother Moon dropped such a captivating warm smile

As long as a nautical blue mile

Is it then they will know

Not to wait another second or a short while

Never to put Real Love on trial

But simply to embrace it and accept all it brings

Whatever your lifestyle

For real love has never always been for sale 

Even for the brave willing to pay the hard price

For a taste of a forbidden paradise

Some say she comes like a cunning lone thief in the darkest of nights

Just wanting new souls to sit with and gleefully watch new scripts play out

New stories filled with happiness

Sadness or even blackmail

For 

Fake love

Cheap love 

Bad love

Hard love 

Quick love

Every love but never true love

Some whisper and whistle

Has always been for sale

For finding true love is like clutching a Molotov cocktail

In a fast-flowing gale 

And trying to keep it lit

Some say it doesn't exist, and it's just an old wives tale

But trust me 

When you've been burnt by that Molotov cocktail

You'll clutch on to it 

With all your strength

Until your coffin receives

Its last stainless-steel nail

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The Woman lost to Marius

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Some say

Seeing is believing

But how can you see what you feel? 

When you start grieving

While the black hearse of loving is leaving 

Leaving once treasured things behind 

Things like sweet love letters

Wedding rings

Perfume filled white sweaters

Memories and all things once kind and divine 

Which once made your soul sing

So to me, it's a lie

While I live through each day, but inside quietly die 

Listening to some still say

Seeing is believing

And knowing 

How can you see what you feel 

When you start grieving?

When the black hearse of loving is leaving 

And you're quietly going out of your mind 

Like a victim of organised crime

When your marriage to the hand, you once loved 

Has ran out of earthly time

And is no longer in your realm 

Breathing 

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Be Courageous

 

Be Courageous

Have a wonderful first week in January!

I rather enjoy inspiring others.

Isn't that why we were all born?

Title:

Be Courageous 

(A lone voice whispers)

Within time

Whispered Mister Emotions

You will need me more

As you slowly turn 

Father's Times

Ancient books 

Full of loose pages

Your memories 

May slowly start to fade

As dark shades cloud your

Mortality

As you 

Year by year 

Unfortunately age

But I will stay loyal

And within

A scent

Old treasured letters

Or just pictures

I am reborn

For 

I am the trigger 

In your sleeping gun

The golden bullets

To revive your mind

Although 

The world around you

May slowly 

Turn dark

Although you 

Maybe

Lonesome 

Happy

Godless

Faithful 

Meek

Or truly just

Strong

I am but one of the many 

Silent gatekeepers

Who protect your life's works

And many songs

Its tales of romance

Happiness and love

All of your majestic empires

Just lying silently

Within dark keeps

So look in the mirrors and see

If you can feel me

See that beautiful reflection 

In those mesmerizing sparkling

Bright eyes

That's me

So

Wear courage like a second

Skin wherever you go

The masses might whisper

Collude

Remark and say

It cannot be done

Put those dreams down and

Go hide them away

Look at him or her

They're losing their

Touch

Multitudes may proclaim

With glee 

As you endure

Spells of failure

Quick to mention 

It's beyond your reach 

Or regalia

But you my reader 

Are a creation of such beauty

Those dreams embody

The strength and power 

Of your souls own duty

So rise up

In front

Of their precious scrutiny

Show them the harmonious

Collaboration of inner faith

And belief

Step above their glorious lies

And continue to rise

It's how you'll escape

and succeed

In front of their 

Jealous

Green eyes

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The Viewer from Beyond

(A lone voice whispers)

A carefree spirit once sung

Like a reborn Easy E

While rushing 

To make a wild case

About real loving

For a life living like the guy up West 

Who created Yeezys 

Isn't easy without faith

So just ask your intuition 

Like you're asking Saint Francis of Assisi

Is your belief in something or someone higher

Regardless of your race

Been eroded

So you know and feel nothing

Foundation of the piece.

Are future generations been subtly steered away from a belief in a high frequency and power 

To beings of lower frequencies linked to desire and fire 

Through anxiety

Modern cultural

Pop

Politics 

Media and society?

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