It's rather strange where creative writing can lead you.
Have you tried automatic writing where you just write what comes through?
One of my explorations is below.
The Atlantean
(A lone voice whispers)
I am the tip of the divine spear when it comes to facing fear.
For I abide under the shadows and protections of the Most High.
So heed me, creatures of the night.
Abandon any means to attack my soul, for I am already on patrol.
So be it.
Amen.
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
It's rather strange where creative writing can lead you.
Have you tried automatic writing where you just write what comes through?
One of my explorations is below.
The Atlantean
(A lone voice whispers)
I am the tip of the divine spear when it comes to facing fear.
For I abide under the shadows and protections of the Most High.
So heed me, creatures of the night.
Abandon any means to attack my soul, for I am already on patrol.
So be it.
Amen.
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Longing to sing like I am a siren drawing you in
Closer to me in the sea, spiralling downward to the centre
Of a whirlpool of love in the deepest of all the oceans.
So as legend has it it was these set of prophecys
With Superior Intelligence that help the creation of
The Egyptian pyramid they knew the coming of the rise
Of Jesus and was apart of the Atlantic superior Intelligence
This Prophecy was rumor to created the bible. And there soul
recycle when the earth is in a new life cycle something like the
Brotherhood of Light which was rumor to be similar to
the DC Guardian Of The Universal what rumor could be of fact!
I am a Hyperborean living in Serbian land.
I am an Atlantean living in Serbian land.
I have fed hundreds of swans flying, I have fed
Hundreds of swans flying. I embrace
The pillars of Hercules, I am an inspiration
To the writings of Plato and Ignatius Donnelly.
I am a visitor to the magnificent Garden of Eden.
I kiss earthly gold and walkthrough the ocean.
I am the queen of Egypt. I am a teacher,
Showing Phoenicians their alphabet.
We mock the poor Hyperboreans, dreaming of
Thrace’s winds. BUT In one horrible day we died, Trampled by a hairy brethren of elephants. In one Horrible day and one night, we sank into the ocean, Lost in poverty, lost in war, Lost in fear, veiled and Suppressed by men, struggling, remembering.
I was once a Hyperborean woman
Who fed her swans, watching them fly in the wind.
I did not die in a world of myths, I was once defense
Counsel at The Battle of Thermopylae. Apollo used Me to spread his doctrine to other nations.
Since then no one has ever seen me,
I’m still waiting for her to become.
I am a Hyperborean living in Serbian land.
I am an Atlantean living in Serbian land.
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