Growing up
(A lone voice whispers)
Do you remember your first encounter with libido
That wild exhilarating
deep dive into the unknown
The first kiss leading to home base
As ecstasy consumed your whole psyche and face
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Do you, maybe after all these years, still remember your first love, wherever you go?
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
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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?
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(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
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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.
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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?
(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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Are modern dating platforms, creating a playground, when quantity is valued above quality, in lasting relationships?
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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
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Press play.
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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(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
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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