Foundation.

Based on a simple question.

What form does paradise take?

Is it simply when one doesn't suffer the mental confusion between unconscious, and conscious desires?

Such as finding love, friendship, material or spiritual wealth, etc. Etc.


Paradisus (L)


Consciousness and Unconsciousness

Rests and bows in peace
As tranquility flows

Through the good heart's
Altarpiece


©
Copyright John Duffy


Paradisus translated:
Paradise.

Remember me
Your beloved mother

In the low hours

Whenever you are feeling weak
And have lowered
Your powerful barriers

For it's then I can only be truly seen

Remember me
As that tsunami of furious fire

That once reenergized you
In dark years

When you were alone and tired

To be wholly free

Remember me
By looking at my picture
Of us together

Your now favourite
Black and white one
I sent you

As my holy scripture
That you'll only need

Remember me when you too are old

Standing brightly as the early morning sun

In the darkness of old age

Even though your beloved memories are getting cold

Before God turns your page
So you can fade away

To join me

As the hours and seconds
Run away

Remember me
So I may stay
In some strange spiritual way

To give you comfort

Until you too are recalled
To float away

Someday

Remember me
My poetic love
So I can come to you

In dreams

Walking down to find you
Through the ethereal blue rivers and green

Underground streams

To reach you to swim
Together

Reunited

In the Holy Sea
Until the early morning sunrise

Remember me

As your true spiritual devotion

Who you met in physical flesh

As one
Who wrote down
In a pre-life road map

With a spirit guide
In another
Far away nation

“I want to meet someone so extraordinary

A child of mine

Someone so special to be a member of my own tribe

Who will show me such poetic wonders”

“That my heart will open up its velvety doors and ask to be possessed as it pleads to confess

Before I once more walk
In those heavenly tides
Of the Holy Sea”

And then I suddenly met you at birth

Mesmerised
By all I could see

So that's why I pray
For you
Each night

So you'll remember me
As I wait here

Walking barefoot and alone
In the swirling tides
Of The Holy Sea

Waiting
for the one to love me again

I once wrote down before I was born

The only one I'll ever need

Just remember me

It's why I left this letter in my will

For you
My beloved to read

Just remember me

Your beloved mother
Who loves you like no other

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Copyright John Duffy

Chess. A Checkmate of Love.

(A regal female voice whispers to eager faces)

“Try love”

Said the Queen to her Pawns

As she looked out over
Her black and white lawns

“Before the Sun fades
Or goes away

Open up your souls and see where it goes

Just try love once
Even if it fails”

Said the Queen to her Pawns

As she looked out over
Her black and white lawns

"For,
From as far as Babylon of Old

To Istanbul
Standing still in the Cold

All my old pieces have tried love once

Before they were took
By Death's cruel hook

To stand away forever
From my black and white lawns

Lost in the shadows
As the stars fade, when the moon comes out

Praying in straight, black and white lines

For a second chance
At a new dawn

So try love once,
My beloved Pawns

Even if it fails

Take a chance
Before you're removed

From my black and white lawns

Just try love once,
My beloved Pawns

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

(A lone voice whispers)

If only they, today, embrace this whole poem

Just like the Seal once broken long ago in Golgotha

We all have a way home if we realize as a society

That old control is over, and we all have the chance to follow the old words

Once given to Noah

And from each human being, too, I will demand an accounting for the life of another human being.

Whoever sheds human blood,

    by humans shall their blood be shed;
for in the image of God
has God made mankind.

(C) Copyright John Duffy

Validation

(A lone voice whispers)

Are there two types of characters in this world
To be seen

Ranging through love
To business, and everything else in-between

Those who do take risks, and those who hate taking chances, and making mistakes

Which one are you?

A.
A risk-taker

Or

B.
An idolater of stepping on the brakes

For sometimes,
Is it better to have known something
Briefly

That might have had real potential, to be truly special

Or would you rather linger lost
Forever

Taunted

By self-doubts, many whispering, red devils

(C) Copyright John Duffy

Foundation.

Would you rather be haunted by self-doubts, about taking chances?

With introspection?

Like an idolater who worships, stepping on the brakes?

Or are you courageous enough to take chances, and risk all, on something special.

With a high chance of making mistakes?

To never be lost, forever taunted

By self-doubts, many whispering red devils

Who'll appear right out of the minds, many gates?

(If you're reading this far, you must be a type A.

You have my Validation of being a risk-taker.
Hit like if you are. Salute)

(A seductive voice, smiles as it looks over New York. While the sun rises)

So my old record plays

As the early morning mists slowly
Drift in

And herald the new dawn of those beguiled by sin

The politicians
Government's

People
Lovers and haters

Oh, how the air is rich
With such irreducible tension

As they all wander around with delicious apprehension

Gossipping
Feeling self important and all the while never knowing

They've been all bewitched

(C) Copyright John Duffy

Foundation.

With global wars, politics and tensions worldwide, on many levels.

Has the power of influence shifted slightly to the other side, in the spiritual game of freewill

Between two immortal powers?

Can you feel the world slowly getting darker?

(A lone voice whispers)

Dare you name them, or are they just fleeting memories or impressions?

For muses come in many forms, and this relates to all those emotional tributaries.

You consciously or unconsciously carry.


In mental interdimensional abstracts


Which waits patiently to flow rapidly, only to make you perspire when you dream.


From fear, love, and all things broken, in-between


Do they all stand knee-deep, huddled together in small circles


In quiet conversations
Until you dream?


Then agree which one will enter your mind-eyes, fast-flowing streams.


To interact, maybe inspire and be seen?


And recount whatever was said and shown, within that small conversational, huddled circles


As they all gathered together for the days grand rehearsal


Before greeting you at night

In the deep recesses of your mind

As so many others watch


Viewers forever with you
Living in The Black and White Lodge


Waiting for their turn to cross over

From their own compartmentalized tombs

To be the new muse

Standing with you
In silence


Waiting for interaction
Within your Amygdala's darkened red rooms


(C)
Copyright John Duffy