Foundation:
Temptation.
Sometimes beauty can turn suddenly to stone.
How many have looked and been seduced only to lose everything?
Title.
Have you ever felt this low whisper before? It always comes unexpected.
Sometimes, life is cruel, like the mythical Medusa.
Occasionally, she tempts you, with a new form of spiritual hallelujah.
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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(A lone voice whispers)
You do know that there is absolutely something mystical about creating something intrinsic,
with your own mind?
AI might be more concise and precise.
But the true beauty of creation now and dating back through Millennium:
is the practical art of not being a follower but a doer.
A youer than you.
Putting your heart and soul into each creation process.
For if the true greats could confess.
They might too say they enjoyed indulging in a similar psychoanalytic process.
Using the four stages of Psychoanalytic Therapy:
Number One:
Intellectual Awareness
Number Two:
Emotional Awareness
Number Three:
Reconstruction
And finally,
Number Four
Some personal form of Self-Mastery
So be honest, have you too used maybe one of those four stages of Psychoanalytic Theory?
To start the creation process to create your own masterpiece?
By perhaps using one of those four stages mentioned above.
As your own Master Key?
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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(A lady sings. Can you hear her?)
Mother's strong
Never deviled
Conquering all
For dream child
To be free
Never confined
To be faithful
Strong
Like Wotan
Never broken
By emotions
For through
Hemoglobin
Power
To shine
Golden
Never
Beholden
Mother's song
Undo
All wrongs
Conquering all
To be free
Faithful
Strong
Never broken
For through shared power
We shine golden
(C)
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The Luna Cycle
(A lone voice whispers)
At birth
Wakened by mother heartbeats
With Luna rising in the East
Born to be more than the norm
Before Luna reaches her peak
When youth surely will be gone, and it's slowly time to get weak
What do you want to be remembered for?
Before Luna descends in the West
And it's soon time to embrace
The end of your participation in life's endless contest?
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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Foundation.
Do you think of someone special when it all seems to much?
Title:
Forerunner Dreams
To shake off darkness.
When the pain comes creeping in.
I still think of you.
#Senryu (575)
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I've rather enjoyed creating these poetic short stories.
Reflections of an exotic, sweet voice which sometimes calls me to newer lands.
In case you're curious or inquisitive, they were simply references from whence I sometimes visit.
If you're here just visiting, this Sunday.
I send you blessings from the Red Church and best wishes from The Great In-Between.
A piece for a quiet, easy Sunday.
Salute.
(A lone voice whispers)
Sometimes
You've just got to be brave enough to say goodbye to old ways, and try to heal raw opened emotional sores, as you look to life to give you more.
It may feel like you've been through all the world's many wars, but nobody's perfect and everybody has their scars and sometimes, unspoken flaws.
Some may choose to hide it so well, and smile and try to put on a favorite well-loved mask.
And some don't.
Some may say strange things in tempestuous moments of heat, as they sharpen their ferocious claws.
And some may say nothing whatsoever.
But just think?
People are just human, after all.
Misfits in the grandest of schemes, wandering around like lost little children.
After they've been given a life's spiritual work permit.
But you know, I've already lived five times in 6 hundred years.
Lived
Loved and cried so many wet tears.
Now I've returned for the seventh.
And here's what I know as I return from a short stint before I go back to my place in Heaven.
Life and all its emotional connections are simply explained in one line of poetry.
Which is written in bold italics in God's eternal archives.
What to know what it is?
It simply says: is
“Do the best with your time before you too have to die.”
(C)
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Angel Rhamiel
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Foundation.
Does Infidelity creep in when you least expect it?
Title:
Soledad (S)
(Solitude)
(A lone voice whispers)
In silence
On King's Street
I once found my second heartbeat
Wrapped in paper blue
Selling roses
Stacked in red and pink lines
Of two by two
My love climbed out of my skin like a supernatural ghost
Knocked on her heart's door
And pleaded to be let in
Her soul said yes
And we lived blessed
We shared heartfelt speeches on sunlit beaches
Reached heights of such magnanimity
Its beautiful frequency must now hurtle like a ray of light
Throughout eternity
We sat on front porches
Watched the world stroll by
Smiled as the honeysuckle Sun
Rose to scorch us
Two burning candles
Emanating such light
Until the air force of mosquitoes
Came out to rule the night
We raised our hands
In unison
Entwined fingers
Adorned with two matching golden rings
And retired
As the choirs of garden crickets began to sing
Slept with peace
In the same bed
Now we were wed
But then came
The Narley Man
Came in silence
To King's Street
Looking for a second heartbeat
One wrapped in paper blue
Selling roses
Stacked in red and pink lines
Of two by two
Sent his love like a supernatural ghost
And knocked on her heart's door
And pleaded to be let in
And so I'm left to carry on in silence
Filled with thoughts of emotional violence
Such is the power to destroy
Wrapped up in paper blue
Selling red and pink roses
Stacked in lines of two by two
On King's Street
Who shattered all that once mattered
By foolishly answering a supernatural ghost
Who once knocked her heart's door and pleaded to be let in
Such is the devilish power of the red three-letter word
Which spells sin
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(A lone voice whispers)
Although
The Divine Pacatari
Took me tragically over the precarious edge
Of the final dark mountain
To cross the Silver Bridge To witness Heaven's illustrious
Beautiful fountains
While Star Child Orion
Watched in such profound sadness
From so far away
Riding the endless night sky
So high
With the sacred White Universal Mare
Rode by Uriel
Watching
In the Celestial Garden
As I look up in this thin fading air and patiently stare
Into the deep colours revolving like spinning tops in this abyss
I know and pray
We will be reunited in another lifetime
On another glorious day
To sparkle in such bliss
Like a rare pair of twinkling diamonds
To prance and dance
So close together
Like the tiny particles found in red wine
In the Holy Silver Communion Cup
For even though fire and ice
Death and sometimes the misery of time
Will try to destroy our love
These feelings
Will never stop
For ours was just a brief rehearsal
In this lifetime
Not a farewell from The Eternal Circle
For our love story will live on
Forever
In a place beyond worlds
In quantum realms
Places unseen
And when you awaken in the half-light of lucid dreams
In the deep Realms of Sleep
I shall return
In my only wedding suit
For nothing is truly lost
And even though love has a high price
We will walk
Together again
Hand in hand
So soon
One night
The cost of our reunion
Will be our secret reminder
A unique revelation
In the pristine Harvest Moon
For we are all but just
Golden leaves
Spice
Blown by ravenous thunder
In God's never-ending Monsoon
For I now know
No one weeps
When reunited in the Labyrinth of Sleep
To be remarried
In The Great In-Between
For living a mortal life
Is just the start of a new honeymoon
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
