A Prisoner In Palestine.
As I pray for
Freedom it's never
Near i'm alone again
And in fear forever
My children shall be
In fear I'm saddened
By life but fear my
Heart is broken
Into pieces of rage
Of endless wars
Never before can I feel
Freedom only war I feel
I'm saddened no love
For my children but fear
Forever evil in Palestine
We shall never be free
As I reach out for freedom
I'm shot down never feeling
Loved only fear forever
My dream of freedom is gone
As I shall always be a prisoner
In Palestine as I weep my
Children weep our elders weep
Freedom gone forever I slowly
Watch my children die
Forever our hearts shall never be
Free never feeling love only rage
But I pray for these evil people
That my freedom shall be near
But forever I shall never be free
Never feeling freedom but fear
A prisoner forever I shall always be.

(A lone voice whispers)

Do you believe in absorbing esoteric supernatural impressions

To clear your pathways
Of all mental or traumatic depression's

To then walk down life's  metaphysical runways

Like a young Gabrielle Bonheur Chanel or an inspired

Paul Poiret

If so
Because I believe
In you

Always be optimistic and open to being positive when exploring newer experiences

For true belief
Lies in the right mindset in all you do

To transform your soul into your best version of a sage or mystic

Allowing you to chase stars and wild Middle Earth dreams

To bind old mistakes and fears
To white metaphorical feathers

To throw them into the healing fires within your mind

For their old powers over you

In the unconscious rising smoke retire

As you learn which new bridges to cross

And which old bridges to burn

For sacred self-knowledge and empowerment is ubiquitous

A chimera

A conjunction of wild beasts
Roaming wild

Living life through
Eight letters called Salvation

Which to the child of the Revived

Like you
Cannot never ever be denied

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Our final steps
are never meant to be
one step on the moon
or a leap for mankind.

It was your memory,
intangible.
metaphysically physical
synaptically existing.

My mother's
mothering
mother, Bernice.

or

A lover's
loving
love, Helena.

or

Writer's
writing
wrote, poems.

We can be strangers if you like
We can talk about the weather
Our silly plans for the weekend
Or how life has been kind to us
Trust me, I'm a terrific actor
You'll hardly be able to tell

We can be strangers if you like
Or at least we can pretend that
It doesn't shred us to pieces...