Then out the Void,
The Monster springs,
To serve his maker, Man.

One day, a man stopped me and said,
"Little girl, you are a shining star,
Lighting the way as you go.
People worship you, your star burns bright,
Bringing warmth to those you touch,
Leaving them with lasting peace".
"You bless the trees with your gentle grace,
Flowers bloom as you walk past.
Waters sprinkle their showers on you,
Rain joins in with its melodious rhythm,
Bringing a drizzle of joy".
"They will see your star", he said,
"Burning brightly over them
Little girl, you are a burning star"
I look at the man before me,
Holding my hand, smiling.
I didn't smile back—how could I?
He was wrong.
I am no star.

Gratitude,success

Those two words

Had been thrown idly

Through decades freely

Could be in a form of morsel

Or fortune ,family  or health

But its also the will to breath

At every dawn

To forgive or to love your figure

To stand or fall

To cry or to chuckle

To speak or be mute

The mediocre of it alone

Is another thing to pounder

I would rather be your friend, I think
Than nothing at all
but perhaps ceasing to exist
to one another is better

How will I know
When I'm free to go
If I'm always thinking so
Self belief
Always low
I can't seem to find a flow
Oh no
I can't begin to grow
Was it the accident
All those years ago?
The dripping of melted snow
Blood, blood, blood
A doe
The overflow
The fear rushed through me
A foe
Family put in escrow
A tear drop falls
Whoa whoa whoa
The life I must forgo
An inch of life
I bestow
To the people that I owe
Who's eyes glitter and glow
Without saying a simple hello
I knew that I'd plateau
A love I'd never leave
Although
I'll always stay
Like they said
The loyalty of crow

How vast is the reach of the universe wide?
How great be the distance between mind and eyes?
How far in both ways does the length of time go?
What distance exists between God and each soul?
 
Illusive the answer to each of these be.
Perspective controls how we think, what we see,
how we judge and interpret the concepts at hand,
the things we consider and just where we stand.
 
We all live in bubbles of what we believe.
We think we see what everybody else sees.
But that which we see at the end of the day
is through a glass, darkly, yeah just like they say,
and someday we’re all in for quite a surprise…
when we learn the distance between mind and eyes.

1 Corinthians 13: 10-12

(A lone voice whispers)

In the beginning

Did you secretly
Walk like a curious
Enigmatic Charles Darwin

Looking
Whilst
Lost in Youth

Seeking The Meaning of Sin

To clandestine dark places where

Angels
Without harps

Profusely lambast and
Sing

Searching
Through concealed ancient manuscript and treatises

Seduced by Mistresses and Masters

Of Seductions

By their ever-changing winds
And rhymes

And now
Are you still covertly
Only understood

By a select few

Riding your Pale Horse
Tempestuously

Through lost
Biographies of Old Beliefs

Always on the lookout for engagements

A means to sometimes
Circumvent dark
Carnal release

Or are you still drinking Cool-Aid

From the Matrix’s ever spinning
Propaganda's machine

As the Cosmic Serpent
Of your own Apocalypse

Approaches with such devious guile

Heralding a new divine invasion

Of your own United Nations

So you still dwell in
A new vision of Gilgamesh

Wallowing in previous dark memories of
Sins

Of old encounters and embraces

Of its sensuous
Flesh

Or are you a new lost Nikola Tesla

Lost in the folds of deep personal histories

Overwhelmed
With impropriety and greed

Still seemingly held in check

By fingerprints of
Memories Old Gods

But still always courageously

Praying silently to the skies

Trying to save
Your soul

Always praying someone
Hears you and your deeds and comes down

To intercede

Copyright John Duffy