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
Shh! don't make any peeps.
But it's in our nature to make many more peeps.
Say ouija ouija ouija, to move the marker to true aim.
Say one too many times or too few less and you have made a grave sin.
Hands free writing gets a new meaning when using telepathy.
Or would you just call it automatic writing?
PEEK A BOO, now I see YOUZ.
Coming back from the banished zone of silence.
Thanks be to youz, bleeping peeps.
I am free to explore these other dimensions further away from my damnation.
Compounding the holy with common festivities.
Naturally makes for a truly holy festival.
Cheers to the man holding the skull aware of his final destination.
Frans Hals hails the successful seance.
The veil is there for a powerful reason,
And yet some of us can see what prances from the other side
Through automatic writing and psychometry
We can immediately feel loved or frightened.
It is best to not intentionally pull back the curtain
Unless you are a shaman or wise woman with roots
That are deep, clear, open to unthought of possibilities,
And you are willing to face the consequences
Many of us can travel to the otherworld in our dreams
Some go nightly. Astral travelers
Yet do we remember in the morning?
Often if we have not developed language of this lifetime yet
The veil is there not as a warning
But as a protection
When we sense something is wrong
The warnings come from beyond the veil; pay attention.
Your spirit guides might be trying to save your life.
Of course, the demons use this avenue too.
This is when you really need to listen to your internal feelings.
Alone at last.
Now I can dance and sing.
Get the old juke box out.
Take those art lessons
Alone at last.
Meow. Meow.
Never alone, she reminds me.
Pat. Pat. Pat. She pats me down and curls up.
Alone at last.
I thought they would never leave.
I take out a blank notebook and begin.
Automatic writing my muse whispers.
I begin to write, not caring what happens.
The house is quiet, and silence makes me happy.
Four hours later I realize it is time for supper.
Get myself a glass of wine, and no one stops me.
Alone at last!
“Automatic”
Push me back into
a body of work
written
Taken three by ten plus two
I visit her to hearken you
Love never left the leaves of
a book written for three
I love green more than blue
I was taken three by ten plus two
I am here, You are there,
yet hear this, see these words
I never left you
Push me back into
a body of work
written
For three Graces to read
I never left, I am eternal
I never left, I Love You
I miss the years
you have all forgotten
I love green more than blue
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
ljb
mlb,klb,llb
Kate Bush
“This Woman’s Work” 1
https://youtu.be/hAJM_GqdZj4
Kate Bush
"This Woman's Work" 2
https://youtu.be/HYYLAY8mQCo
1. Automatic Writing
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Automatic_writing
My mind is like kinetic energy
At times when my creative energy
Flows at higher frequencies
And I sense the excitement of my poetry
Grow into something I hope is inspiring
To everyone who's interested in reading
The fluctuating thoughts that resonate through me
On levels of conscious and subconscious realms of beliefs
And that just seem to carry me
As the words flow from me
Like automatic writing I have no ability
To control what is expelled and spilt in viscid ink
Upon the page like I am bleeding
It's like I've opened a vain and now blood, joy and page
Flooding the blankness like like a monsoon on a summers day
The light and love
The angst the rage
Fill up all of the empty space upon the page
And leaves my mind buzzing
As the static that was owning
Every bit of who I am
A poet?
An artist?
No just and everyday average working man
Turning his hand
To poetry
To either succeed
Or be damned.
The world
is something we
take delight in
at times
We are moving along the track
Did you ever take the powers of light
and touch them
with the tip of your fingers?
Automatic writing
the surrealist
thing
is something one
can delight in
If you think
long and hard enough
you will find
joy has captured you
Yes, and if you can take delight in
that joy
Then you will realize
Peace is coming to us all
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