The Ministry of Ezra. Armageddon Dreams.

Foundation.

Do ghosts still crave love or companionship?

Would you?

A lost soul on the other side watches as the real world burns.

Title:

The Ministry of Ezra.

Armageddon Dreams.

(A lone voice whispers)

This is to you 

My life's only pleasure

Now my life's sunsets are spent and sunk forever 

For at the end of all my once long rigorous days

I now stand lost and lonely 

In these dark woods

Of Reflection

Like a young Puck

In a tragic Midsummer's daydream, that's all mine

One where my heart would beat on perpetual fire, if it could

One with my ears filled with whispering spellbinding words

In these dark woods

That no longer take me higher, if they could

And when the ever-watchful Moon retires

I always watch from here

Behind this silver shimmering barrier 

Of The Great In-Between 

And think as the new Sun of the Living 

Rises in this strange new place 

Are we all simply silent prayers blowing

Like soft tender snowflakes

In an endless night

Each carrying quiet and unique songs and rhythmic sounds filled with woe

Love and all human emotions all around us on these hallow grounds, that makes us glow like fireflies 

Skywards

Just to be lost and scattered in whirlwinds of Heavens glittering golden dust

Symphonies of hearts ablaze

And screaming for just someone to love and trust

And even though now my time living has expired

I still feel rapturous but always blue

As my now silent heart tries to sing love songs just for you

I know as long as I still exist in here

As tall as the high nights and as long as the wide days 

I hope my God-given prayers

Will be answered with my soul's cries to be eventually rescued

For when the final sunset has gone and died

And this dark night I wander in

Stalks all the lands

Even your lands

When the low Angelic Drums 

Announcing The Book of Revelations 

Rumble

And the old black and white pianos start to scream and sing

Declaring openly the arrival of Seven Angels foretold

When the eerie white noise 

Between the Living and the Dead is no longer cold

And falls like a crimson stage curtain 

Once again 

I'll pray hopefully 

That I’ll stand like a Tolkien King 

Proudly on the Tired Bridge of Broken Dreams 

With you as my newly returned queen

Living in a new scene

Beyond the barriers of The Great In-Between

Where my broken heart no longer cries out and screams

As we watch the Purging on Judgment Day

Of all the Immoral 

Tainted and marked with the many forms of its seductive disease 

Standing strong and happy like Megara and Hercules 

Amongst the Universes golden dust and falling leaves

(C)

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Is to have loved, to unconsciously summon the Sword of Damocles?

Is to have loved, to unconsciously summon the Sword of Damocles?

For, as, Dionysius of Syracuse, once implied.

Things can suddenly change dramatically.

A theme echoing throughout personal and famous historical galleries 

When going through happiness or enduring grief when it has died.

Captured in so many poetic galaxies 

By the unconscious summoners of Damocles 

(C)

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Have you ever felt this low whisper before? It always comes unexpected.

 

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)

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Have you unconsciously used one of, Sigmund's theories when creating something?

 Have you unconsciously used one of, Sigmund's theories, when creating something?

(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)

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Transmigration. The Seer's Song.

 

Transmigration.

The Seer's Song.

(A lone voice sings)

Look to the stars

Remember your place

Drink from your ancestors' fountains 

Summon up their memories 

To see their faces 

For you've come so far across

All of life's many mountains 

 

Unsee, all political theaters

Ignore the fear.

And things will get quieter 

But listen to me 

The Eternal Seer

For hope is here

Listen to your heart beat 

Like a drum

Channel your faith

For it shall come

Bow and be blessed

Light some candles and dance 

Take chances

But ignore greed

For true freedom comes 

By being happy with all you need

So always look to the stars and remember your place

Drink from your fountains to overcome the doubters 

And see their faces

To summon up their memories 

To help you conquer

All emotional wars

For the future is yours

Regardless of enemies

(C)

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Transference

 

(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

 

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)

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Forerunner Dreams

 

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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Do you believe in life after death?

 Foundation.

Do you believe in life after death?

Title:

The Rainbow Bridge 

(A lone voice whispers)

In a deep dream

I saw an old wooden bridge

A bridge of green and blue

Filled with yellow flowers and red roses

At the front of a gigantic crowd of watching blinking eyes

Stood a regal old lady

Blue eyes 

Crow black hair 

Dressed in purple with a white shawl

She seemed quite confident and approached

You may not cross here yet

She spoke 

Within my mind

These lands are for those who never forget true love

Us 

The ancestors of all of mankind

This is The Rainbow Bridge 

And over those ivy mountains are the golden cities

Filled with now happy reunited souls and their all their sidekicks

Brothers and sisters

Fathers 

Mother's and so many others in between 

Eternal watchers

Who you now see

Before you

Called

The Bellagio

A sea of eyes

Filled with love 

Who'll follow you 

Wherever you go

Waiting patiently 

In this rain or snow

For their beloved to eventually show

Above you

If you look

Is a golden mirror 

So we can see to the other side

To know when our beloved time too comes

To prepare to be reunited

When our true love

Say their final goodbyes to the mortal world

For true love never dies

Only fluctuates

As one walks 

Through a new gate

To be at peace

No pain

No anxiety 

Just happy to see our soulmates

As one crosses The Rainbow Bridge

For there is no time

And no such concept of being late

Now go

Astral traveler

And recount our meeting and greetings from me and The Bellagio

And with a low pearly sound of laughter 

She turned and walked back into the sea of smiling eyes 

Of the Great Hereafter 

Who all blinked in unison

Seemingly smiling

And all disappeared

As the dream started to fade

She appeared once more

Briefly 

In the trailing smoke

And whispered before I could answer

She spoke

It is I 

Lucinda 

Your mother 

Take care 

You have so much more to give

Like so many good people who still live

I, alongside so many others, will always patiently wait

So take your time and slow down 

Don't rush to cross our gate

And as I woke and wrote

In my dream journal

The beloved memories of The Rainbow Bridge returned

Making me smile

That she was waiting

Now at peace and in no more pain

Amongst her happy brothers and sisters

Beyond The Rainbow Bridge

Patiently waiting 

In the snow and ethereal rain

(C)

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Have a great Sunday.

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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