>> true love, please.
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>> fine, then just love.
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>> …just happiness, then.
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Iridescent against sand and stone
Lies and battle cries
California fields sundered and sterile
Networks of new wars
Hungry feed the gas lamps and hollow
Walls and eyes
Eye circles of influencers and titans in free fall
Self-defining nano gods rush to the cistern, dry as bone
Breathe deep pregnant age
Show us now our modern home
May 24, 2025
The emperors have no clothes on!
People are living in a trance
Psychologists like to call it cognitive dissonance
Perhaps even a carefully crafted chance
To see what isn't there, only to praise a hollow show,
While truth and reason disappear, common senses go.
It’s just simply a situation gone sad
I can’t help but wonder, have we been had or merely gone mad
The people fear to break the silent spell, to voice a single doubt
For they are to be canceled, labeled rebels or terrorists, and quickly cast about
Instead, they applaud the phantom apparel, with oblivious, hypnotic cheer,
Ignoring empathetic whispers in their hearts, that scream truth so clear.
But chatty whispers grow to rumbling cries, a stirring overcomes the digital crowd,
Suddenly, an innocent video, goes viral, distinct and loud.
"The emperors have no clothes on!"
An echo filmed of pure bravery
Hopefully, others will follow, setting truths to be viral and free
Reject conformity and fight for sovereignty
For all to hear and see
The emperors have no clothes on!
William Lewis woke up one day to see
a jungle, frightening and dark,
not knowing how he had arrived there
or which way he should embark.
He heard the stirrings of strange creatures
in every cranny and nook.
There was fear, violence, and aggression
in all directions his eyes took.
In trepidation, he wondered, "where am I?",
as he got ready for a fight.
"Is this another planet, or is this Hell?"
he asked and slogged the bitter night".
Just then, he was interrupted by a voice
that informed William as it spoke,
"Your free trial has been completed.
It's time that you awoke."
Upon hearing this, he remembered
he had signed up to see,
given it was the year 2125,
"How is the new virtual reality?"
The legal team and marketers decided,
based on this beta trial,
a warning label must be attached
stating the risk of experiences, vile.
We search through the contents of your brain
and take what we can find,
WARNING: THE WORLD THAT YOU WILL LIVE IN,
IS A REFLECTION OF YOUR MIND.
Here We Are, Half a Century Lived
Here we are, we’ve lived for half a century,
We’ve fallen down, yet risen, it’s our destiny.
We’ve laughed and cried, like butterflies in flight,
Tasting life’s warmth and cold, both day and night.
Those who dared approached and felt the burn,
While the fearful lingered, cautious in their turn.
Not straying far from light, yet staying close,
They’ve learned to float through life, that’s how it goes.
The timid remain in shadows, that’s their fate,
While the brave bear scars, yet rise up straight.
One day, like stars, they’ll shine so bright,
Learning lessons from the school of life’s true light.
Now they’ll climb up to the endless sky,
Like stars they’ll soar, reaching up so high.
They’ll even dare to match the sun’s warm ray,
Young hearts, now inspired, gather ‘round to stay!
How was I supposed to know,
When all I have ever known was love?
That bad doesn't only exist in the bible
And liars aren't just in stories from a long time ago.
Bad is also the nice guy from the bar that I took home.
Too focused on hell, too jaded to tell
That sex isn't evil, it's the people.
The ones with bad intentions,
The ones you never mentioned
The ones who tell people, me, what I want to hear,
Manipulating the boundaries that I had made abundantly clear.
And then I'm confused again by how I ended up here.
I gave trust until it was broken,
Followed by fake apologies to keep me hoping that they had changed.
I learned that the devil isn't horned and red,
He's the horny man who was in my bed;
The one who raped me after I'd been fed his lies.
Drunk on nothing but an illusion; devil in disguise,
In the details too.
Magick woven with intention to suspend belief
This is the devil of the 21st century.
Beyond tomorrow, there's a future.
A future for the present age;
A destiny-filled journey
Far across the lands or shore.
A never-ending story that begins with an aim;
Flying high like a star shining across the sea.
The sky was never our limit.
Our limit is where we end, the end of our limit is where we begin the journey for a brighter future;
In adherence to peace and with united hands,
We the youth will make it into the future,
Transforming lives and maintaining peace.
The future is bright, ready?
A 21st Century Question?
Do people still need real human poetry in the 21st century
Some still ask as AI plagiarizes when put to task
To be the social connectors
The innovation and invitation
To new or old, writers
Adored heroes
Thought leaders
To breathe form from the intangible into their quiet lives
For them to taste the twist and guile of the Mysteries Schools
Poetry in all its many magical ceremonial forms provides
For soon
Each and every quest will end in a visit to a lone watchtower
In the mind
And when one is on the other side watching from those parapets
AI won't help
Because only real created human poetry will help you once again remember
Through someone else's shared experience
In rhymes
All those people and things you once loved
So you don't forget
With the passing of time
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
2025’s manuscript
Tips off the rip-offs as we’re gypped!
When oligarchs die
They'll not greed deny
But flip us the bird from their crypt
O, Sapientia, Mistress of Our Soul,
Effulgent glory of eternal light
Spin the wheel of life that you govern
Ordering all within the moonlit night.
O come, fairest Sapientia, lead us into day
With saving hand, on heaven's sacred way.
Beloved, let me embrace you,
My touch sweeter than any virtual bliss,
In this digital space, filled with coded delights,
Let me revel in your pixelated perfection,
Tiger, let me embrace you,
My touch sweeter than any virtual bliss.
Beloved, you've savored your time with me,
Tell my folks, they'll send you emojis,
My dad, he'll Venmo you gifts.
I know where to lift your spirits,
Beloved, stay in our chat until dawn,
I know how to make your heart smile,
Tiger, stay in our chat until dawn.
You, because you're all about me,
Send me those heart reacts,
My lord of the internet, my guardian of the Wi-Fi,
My Shu-Sin, who lights up my screen,
Send me those heart reacts.
Your presence as sweet as a meme, lay your hand on it,
Swipe your hand over like a designer fabric,
Wrap your hand over it like a high-tech blanket.
:: 05.17.2024 ::
Notes:
My poem addresses the universal plight of identity in a hyper-capitalist world. I attempt to address our era's moral and spiritual conflicts. This poem is universal and specific, holding up a mirror to reads and asking: What part of yourself have you sold?
1ST Revised version
the psychopathic murdered of 51589.
majority been Innocent and God fearing
whose souls will testify
keeping him in the hell fire FOREVER.
Only did his mother know what evil,
she would have summon God
to stop his evil birth.
The greed in him
has no morality,
just a carnivorous cannibal.
schemes to manipulation human intelligence.
Take away the butchers knife
he becomes a belligerent vampire, blood sucking Idiot
who loves to fascinate his egoistic insecurities.
A specializes killer,
and a molester of the dead.
Human corps excites and motivate this maniac
who enjoy and invite hawks to pick the bones of his victims.
Sick son-of- (you fill it in as I don’t use those word.)
Al Juman the said poet © 9/30/2024
Church
doors locked
security
"Friends Attend Contend #2"
The first book of The Old Testament called; Genesis is the story of the origins, of both planetary nature and human nature and serves with distinction.
... or schemer effects
21st century, this is,
That's him over there,
Who's him, whose that,
the next Moses himself
That's Moses, that's also his name,
no it's Henry Magillacutty
WHAT, wait a minute, wait a minute,
Oh gawdawful this is.,
He'll take us to the promised land
of milk and honey
I'm lactose intolerant and a diabetic,
we'll have a better life there,
I got a swimming pool at me house.
"Friends Attend Contend #1"
What are we doing here
in the middle of nowhere,
we're following that guy there
he's the one who brought us here,
He doesn't look Jewish, not even close-up!
Go tell him to prove it, just have him unzip her.
All this rigamarole,
gathers the foolish
in the twenty-first century,
all this bruhaha
like a kerfuffle
not like a thingamajig
that's more like an object
I don't know why I'm subjecting
myself in his delusion
looney, that's the ticket
I was looking for.
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