#Truth
Like a rare lotus flower
Pushing through the dark sludge of humanity
We were all born to bloom
But the danger is what we allow
To enter our sacred vestibules
Our holy inner rooms
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Copyright John Duffy
**The Eternal Rider**
(A lone voice talks to his only friend)
Nobody knows my name
For nobody can know my pain
But all that matters
Is how my version of the Almighty built me
To resist that pain whenever it feels like raining
So like a lone singer walking the red carpets
Looking into mythical rooms
As he walks through his version of The Hotel California
I know we'll find our way to the bright lights of Salvation
Past all the sweet temptations and mountains of the Mournful
To embrace our life's muse called Laura
Since She of no name
From the High Courts of Moloria
While reading my Tarot cards in her Rec Room called The Consortia
Once described her
And now all we gotta do is try to find and restore her
For my blood and yours are infused with the spirits of ancient warriors
As I now know
We're just another two performers
Alive and lost in the endless Plays of the Forlorn
Who silently prays
To be glorified and transformed
Whilst the four winds bellow
With whispers and echos of Pandora
To fulfil the prophecy of meeting our Laura
As reported by She of No Name
The Mage
The Sorceress
From the High Courts of Moloria
Where she once so long ago
Read my Tarot cards in her Rec Room
Called The Consortia
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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I enjoy emotionally driven pieces.
Here's one to serenade lost love.
A tragic poem of Lost Love.
Codex Consecratio
Santiago's Love Letter to Sofia
(A lone voice whispers into the night. Lonely and cold)
The last time I saw you
Was like cataclysm’s of
An unquieted mind
I tried to decipher my own
Codex Consecratio
To overcome
And conquer
My own self-deprecating
Code Red
For
You are my dangerous solo
Mission
My one-way ticket
To Loves
Dark side of its crimson prisms
And Moons
I dream to manifest
And wait until the
End of Days
At your much-sought side
For I have been metaphorically
Blindfolded and willingly
Cohersed and
Dragooned
For I’m but a naive hostage
To you
My penance
To serve my own red devil
My majick
My
Scarlet Lady
Without notions of fears
Or that human weakness
Betrayed through wet tears
Am I but a pitiful man
Tied and lashed to your
Never-ending
Crosses Of Gaslighting
And infernal
Damnation's
Overflowing
And drowning in tribulations
Forever embroiled within
Lost lunacies of
Dark Confessions
Of love
Do I speak in unfathomable tongues
Is that why you
Leave me lonely
Always
Drowning in this red symphony
Awaiting the much sought-after days
When
I appear as your own
Red churches
Self-imposed
Crimson
Altarpiece
Only
Epiphany
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
