Foundation.

Books, film, poetry, and songs are saturated by broken love.

Sometimes people get together who were never meant to be together.
This is but another.

Title.

Melancholy Love

(A lone voice whispers)

Even though we loved so deeply and fought so many picky wars

That invisible tears still stain our faces

Marked by emotional scars, which bare our flaws

I know one day we'll meet again as friends

For true love never ends

And as long as our hearts still beat

There's still time to achieve this feat

But if there ever comes a time, when Charon's Obol arrives

And you survive, as I sail by
Just know now

Some men are just mundane fools, to fall in love.

But with you, I've fallen in love a thousand times, with a gift bestowed from Above

For true heavenly revelations, sometimes lay scattered, within small moments, of casual conversations and picky fights

To then make up at night

As two embrace last year's New Year's resolution of:

“This year will be the making of us.”

For even if I lay with Charon's cold silver Obol

I'll sing to you, within that new flux

My life's final absolution,
My only love song

And it's why my love
You'll live forever

For loving you was truly  never wrong

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

we sit,

letting latte sugar
harden,
in coffee-less
cups,

chit chatting,

feeling “alchemistry.”
we darken dusk,

& **** light
out of glowing “OPEN”
signs,  

then blow galaxies
out the sunroof

as we listen to Lauryn
Hill. her lyrics
levitate.  

a tasseled red heart,
dangles

from the rear view
angled, just right.

i, at her glance,

stare
hapless, like the moth
chasing moon

light, beyond glass…

i don't exactly know
why im writing this --
maybe just to say it out loud somewhere.
you probably don't even notice the way i look at you. or maybe you do, but you just don't say anything. which somehow,
hurts worse.
its stupid, really. how a simple glance from you can rearrange my whole day. you laugh and i swear that it sounds like something that i've been trying to commit to my memory forever.
i don't need you to like me back --
i think that i just needed you to know the truth.
and maybe that's selfish, maybe that's brave, maybe it's both.
but either way,
im not sending this.
ill just keep on pretending its nothing. like i always do.

Within these low whispers, lost in the brothels of my mind

Revolving in the deep depths

As I sit here
Alone at my old desk

I can feel the subtle arrival of you, and the vibrational presence of other viewers

Maybe on their beloved cellmate, their phone or computer

So here's to you all

You the bohemians
Eccentrics
Originals and mavericks

Of mankind

The kingdom builders of visual new world's that shine through

Like Morpheus's Looking Glass

Using the power and brilliance of inspired words and fluted thoughts

I pray you continue to seek more

Like l do
Searching for the one I still adore

Calliope
Who walks on rivers of crimson fire and grey ash

In memories gardens to be reunited, after she stepped through another stage door

You
The Ones blessed with the brilliance of words and fluted thoughts

Only you I can praise

You the searchers and creator's

Poetic
Time abusers

Just constantly try to be free and never bought

Or caught like me, by always chasing poetry's, new dammed train of thought

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

(A lone voice whispers)



For many years I have seen your world get darker, be it by brooks or societies underground streams.



I've wandered through dreams with Morpheus.



Saw political-hungry eyes gleam.

Free from light but dark, beside brooks or underground streams.



Just know this, from I, Camael.



A beast hides his face amongst those where it sows its seeds, of greed and disgrace.



As it's welcomed willingly, into corrupt places.



By hungry eyes that gleam, bereft of any of humanity's God's graces.



(C)
Copyright John Duffy


The name "Zinzino" is of Italian origin and translates to "a small piece with great value",

Clerical errors is simple
I administration
I poet
I literate
You employee

That's 3 seconds of work

Obstruction your civil rights violations

Military oversight has dual meaning do oversight doesn't exist

And, ruling of fraud immediate effect
Default on assembled bills for staff
Not a movement not an occupation left
Loss of law and order
End of native landscape journalism

Meaning your origin as of now is america thus your allegiance is to America for providing you a function of democracy
Journalism

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That's general assembly of confine in general population in command of formation of sentences

Constitutional power of appointment of the president under the issuance under and with insurrection forthwith
That sentence is carried out

Within the reach at all times of company men

Sun falls on justice
Night does not tilt the scale

That was Tues July 8th 2025

III Corps one fold

I resign to ensign with quartered master of Dr

Please accept duty from Connacht
Duty in America act 1
Thank you