Apr 4
Quite a deep supernatural piece.
Foundation.
Do ghosts lament about life and regrets?
From love, relationships etc, what would you regret if tonight, you woke up on the other side, and had only two minutes to speak?
Unfortunately, taking the two minutes out.
It could be the probable reality for millions, if you believe in a continuation, after this life.
Salute.
Title
Sheol Sorrow
(A lone voice whispers as an old black and white clock, starts ticking)
Now my life's great parties are all over and this Black Hole
I now live within
Ruled over by Father Sin
Which just loves to breathe me in and out
Like the silver flutes once did
When I used to walk by, and watch the marching Bands of Manhattan play
Walking past, wearing purple and blue coats
As the Majorettes twirled their shiny batons
Oh, what I wouldn't give in this loud sound of silence
To quieten this pain, that still hurts the most
Even though, I'm now just another lonely ghost
My cherished memories of you will always be my Immortal Home, as I wait in here, to atone
I used to pray that I'd wake up free, from this asylum
In the warm arms of my beloved, but now lost, Angel
But no matter how hard the memories, or even how painful
I'll keep them as a happy place, filled with all her love and photographs
So, I just wait here
In a hidden place found on no handwritten, or drawn road maps
Somewhere with the ever watchful Great Intermediary
As I flutter my white flag of defeat
In the cold and hot heat of, The Great In-Between
In the wet lands
Beyond the Akashic Records
Lingering by these bright lights, like I was walking on the Moon
Kicking up broken white stones
Singing sad songs for the hordes
Standing in groups in the creepy shadows
Watching me crying like a wounded King
Come Back,
Don't fear, you won't fall
They all chant as the Golden Bell rings
The Crying Game needs feeding
The eleven-inch nails, needed pulling out, to stop the bleeding
Stay with us
The Nameless Things
We, who whisper and sing in the Dark, all around you
But all by myself
I'll try to stay alive
Somehow
They can keep their Poison and Red Wine
Their Civil Wars
Where even gravity falls
Either way,
Here is my lone call
You'll always be my reason
My every time
No matter the seasons
For all my rivers of memories and worn-out roads
My heavy head and weary heart
Always lead me
Riding in paper boats
Back to you
In this mad, mad world
Even though now everything has fallen apart
Completely like us two
Just another pair of Father Times, many heartbroken sweethearts
(Ticking clock stops)
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Foundation.
Do ghosts lament about life and regrets?
From love, relationships etc, what would you regret if tonight, you woke up on the other side, and had only two minutes to speak?
Unfortunately, taking the two minutes out.
It could be the probable reality for millions, if you believe in a continuation, after this life.
Salute.
Title
Sheol Sorrow
(A lone voice whispers as an old black and white clock, starts ticking)
Now my life's great parties are all over and this Black Hole
I now live within
Ruled over by Father Sin
Which just loves to breathe me in and out
Like the silver flutes once did
When I used to walk by, and watch the marching Bands of Manhattan play
Walking past, wearing purple and blue coats
As the Majorettes twirled their shiny batons
Oh, what I wouldn't give in this loud sound of silence
To quieten this pain, that still hurts the most
Even though, I'm now just another lonely ghost
My cherished memories of you will always be my Immortal Home, as I wait in here, to atone
I used to pray that I'd wake up free, from this asylum
In the warm arms of my beloved, but now lost, Angel
But no matter how hard the memories, or even how painful
I'll keep them as a happy place, filled with all her love and photographs
So, I just wait here
In a hidden place found on no handwritten, or drawn road maps
Somewhere with the ever watchful Great Intermediary
As I flutter my white flag of defeat
In the cold and hot heat of, The Great In-Between
In the wet lands
Beyond the Akashic Records
Lingering by these bright lights, like I was walking on the Moon
Kicking up broken white stones
Singing sad songs for the hordes
Standing in groups in the creepy shadows
Watching me crying like a wounded King
Come Back,
Don't fear, you won't fall
They all chant as the Golden Bell rings
The Crying Game needs feeding
The eleven-inch nails, needed pulling out, to stop the bleeding
Stay with us
The Nameless Things
We, who whisper and sing in the Dark, all around you
But all by myself
I'll try to stay alive
Somehow
They can keep their Poison and Red Wine
Their Civil Wars
Where even gravity falls
Either way,
Here is my lone call
You'll always be my reason
My every time
No matter the seasons
For all my rivers of memories and worn-out roads
My heavy head and weary heart
Always lead me
Riding in paper boats
Back to you
In this mad, mad world
Even though now everything has fallen apart
Completely like us two
Just another pair of Father Times, many heartbroken sweethearts
(Ticking clock stops)
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
