(A lone voice whispers)

Within these conjured hypnotic words

Lies, my secret binding spell

To you, to control and contain

No matter how loud you shout or yell out

In happiness or pain

To attach you to me forever or temporarily

With lashings of lascivious dark stories or poetry

As your soul salivates in total submissive anticipation and slowly starts to weep

While waiting for new life-changing glories

Will you let me devour your curious mind like a cavernous thief

And take you to new heights of wild, unconditional excitement

As your higher self suddenly

Wakes from its repetitive, mundane sleep

Will you let me take you so ****
Deep

To new apocalyptic wet shores

Through exchanges of whispered hirquitalliency

Of unexplored crimson heat and let my hidden fingertips

Trace pagan pictures of intimate lambitions and reunions

Across that succulent exposed spine in your mind

Will you give me all those deep, pamphagous thoughts

You keep bajulated under strict locks and keys

That no one sees
Forever confined

Landscapes, or should I say mindscapes

Filled with such visceral, enticing written words

Which brings forth such irrational coercive armies

Heralding banners of such a hypnotic binding power

Just waiting to liberate minds in the low hours

In the new battles of Middle-Earth

Those willing to sacrifice everything they once knew

To then be gently or vigorously deflowered

As they use aroused imaginations

To explore new verbs
Or sentences

From my House of Hidden Books

Appearing like S & M
Mistresses or Masters

Right out of the blue

Will you pray for us to embrace

While these soft words upon your mind's delicious lips

Are gracefully worshipped

For by hearing these whispers, you've now been duly baptised throughout this

Our soul's reintroduction

As your hypothalamus is stimulated by my black and white

Ethereal leather whip

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Foundation.

Depending on your age or  having a busy schedule, have you forgotten your younger years?

Title.
Cogitation

(A deep thought whispers)

Have you ever sat under the sun and looked back over your life's many old pages?

Remembering how you once ran, with whom and at what age?

Or have those old memories turned to dust?

All family and friends. Young and old love.

Moments of misery compounded by huge moments of victories.

People you once trusted now resigned to your own pages of history?

So, I'll ask again and use this as a prompt within this prose.

Have you ever paused under the hot sun?

Sat in the shade and looked back at old memories as they replayed?

Remembering happier times when you were having such fun?

The best ones, with maybe those, no longer around, as those incredible memories are eventually found?

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Foundation.

Poetry encompasses all aspects of the human experience.

This piece relates to the last visit.

A tragic part of life we all will someday endure.

If you already have, sending blessings.

Title:
Chapel at Rest

(A lone voice whispers)

Are lone goodbyes like lone turtle-doves that serenely fly away

In wild winds of memories of a once beautiful Yesteryear

Of one day
They're here
And one day they're gone.

But you always, afterwards, cry silently inside

In somewhere deep and quiet,

In new realms of unfamiliarity
Where beloved memories hide

When you remember moments of tranquility and sincerity

Before that old love went away and unjustly died

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

(A lone voice whispers)

From embracing love and whatever she brought.

Good or bad.

Family and friendships, and its many levels, linked to negative or positive relationships.

Even enduring tragic illnesses.

Sometimes Destiny destroys us to willingly embrace Metanoia

To change

For as the old saying goes

If you don't transform as you grow

Will your soul enjoy this version of your return

To the mighty
Gaia

The greatest of all the Universe's picture shows

As wanted or unwanted, gifts are exchanged?


(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Metanoia

A Greek term relating to a profound, transformative change of heart or an intellectual conversion of the mind.

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

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Copyright John Duffy

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",