Name is Lurid…most people call me Lou
I deliver dreams and nighmares to the dead
See people get it wrong
Heaven can’t connect to earth
It’s cut off to reduce pain
He’ll is connected though sorry I am banned from saying that word
So that evil must always see their victims
The special few get living nightmares
Plus the fact they remove the eyelids on entry
You probably noticed I said they
See demons can’t enter heaven and vicey versa
That were we come
I am a Thrate
A Demi born of both
A creature of the null
Conduits between all three
The universal postie
And it’s been a busy week
Form: Free verse
I lay periwinkle petals
and
scintillating seashells
upon the
quenched quartz
under
glistening glow
of moonlight
for a love that
will never die
cemented through
space and time
twilight tranquillity
found within
each other's arms
as the conduits of sentience
scream above resting ivy
tangled in
twisted thistle
stitched on hollow skin
~ Primordial
predestination
predates
precursory providence ~
Form: Free verse
Foundation
Are we being watched by unseen supernatural beings?
Some say any reflective surfaces, like mirrors and water, are but conduits.
Viewing stations used throughout history and any nation
Title
Dianna the Moon Queen
(A regal female voice whispers)
Take this,
These softly spoken words
As the sacred keys to open my Tower of Regeneration
And as my high moon sets
Call to me with all your divine power
From any nation
And I'll help you conquer your own abyss
With a full life and a real love
Guided by my light
At your side
To open your heart wide
Replenished by the warmth of my belief,
One of my greatest spiritual gifts
For if you don't look for me
My energy, and moonlight, you will always miss
As you look back at me
One lonely night
And reminisce while going through the five stages of grief
Of what could have been
With me
The secret watcher
Hidden
In The Great In-Between
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Form: Rhyme
as soma nectar flows
through conduits in our form
grazed by magnetism, heart glows
surrendering to this rapturous bliss storm
dwelling in cave of heart in a state of no-mind
poised in the vibrant void, we remain still
there now remain no fetters that bind
for we have relinquished our will
Form: Rhyme
Presence poised in time stretched peace, yet feels within,
soma nectar dripping through concealed conduits,
deep within our energy body, wherein …
magnetism births bliss.
There is per se no path we pursue, unless
stirrings caused by heart’s yearning are so labelled
as a practice, becoming that which soul sought …
light that lights all lights.
Form: Sapphic stanza
the orifice at fontanel
widens breath by breath
in as a blossoming
of an unexpectant rose
from a centreless fulcrum
dew drops of soma appear
trickling through conduits
within organic form
the power that propels life
manifests as magnetism
cajoling and compelling
polarities to tango dance
shape shifting sacred symbols
immanent yet transcendent
create a beauteous rhythm
as sounds of enigmatic silence
vibrant eternal presence
resplendent in its light
dips in and out of the stream
without getting its feathers wet
Form: Free verse
For the love of fame
I loved cows sent from the children's home
to a farm because I was in opposition
My job was to milk seven cows in the morning
clean their stalls, muck out, and strew
straws so they could lie down and not be mucky
Cows are clean animals if you see a dirty one
it is because they are neglected
by human helpers
It was not easy to be a cow in Norway
the winter
is long they had to stay indoors till spring
they were interested in other things I did
I was famous I never, had had
the need to be famous again,
believe me, it makes you think that perhaps you
are great, only to realize you
are conduits for other people's problem
Form: Blank verse
soma nectar flows
through conduits within
which though unseen are yet known
to awareness of our soul
as the breath of God
as both this and that
bilocating consciousness
upon ego death, we reclaim light of Self
yet each crest becomes a trough
as ascension continues
Form: Suzette Prime
Infiltrated each other’s soul,
now we are a complete image;
Neither of us given control,
conduits for this right of passage;
Restless responds to a cajole,
yes we are mosaic pieces;
The vision makes sense as a whole,
seamlessly blended soft creases.
Form: Other
We feel within, bliss tingle,
with soma nectar dripping
through hidden in-form conduits,
making eye single.
Form: Dodoitsu
Where bold breezes blow a wondrous world awakes,
they swaddle silken scenes that surround so many,
fresh air is an awesome advantageous aspect all told,
it inspires instantly without waver whatsoever,
empowered energetic edge to species human,
and amazing animals as one might often observe,
inhale invigorating images imbued that tantalise the rapt rambler,
magic meadow mindfulness gets a great gee up,
from well-found winds which waft,
woo and weave surreal semblance sumptuous,
when poets pause perhaps divine delightful dizains descend,
iridescence infinite inkling as angel aura atmospheres alights,
gust of golden genesis glad guest most warmly welcome,
shell strewn sea shore surface swept,
kaleidoscopic knots kindle conduits creative channel,
bard on boundless beach befitting benefit,
oodles of ornate overarch saline squall sequesters,
petrichor’s proboscis pleasure pick up post downpour,
quixotic quintessential quest quenched by fabulous fairytale flurry,
daylight dazzle’s deft dip driven by draught
Form: Alliteration
You spoke a new language
of rarefied air
guided nonchalantly
through curving channels of brass
Conduits of cool
juries of jazz
floating past soulful valves
harbingers of what will come
Slender fingers
improvising storylines
magistrates of melancholy
bailiffs of bop
Miles from the mainstream
a milestone of
modern modalities
kind of blue
Form: Free verse
You hold my hand
aware of capacity
for bonding
hands can do that
fingers fond conduits
palms firm suctions
of secure presence
hands yielding
while they also solidify
the mystery of divine
grasp – adhesive nature
of caring touch, giving
while receiving
taking possession with
tender balance of freedom
Love need never hurry
ageless and timeless
the Royal Flush of Hearts
Form: Free verse
From the deepest reservoirs of the heart,
There resides the source of our soul's river.
From the beginning, from the very start,
There is the issuing out of a river flow,
Without this, we would cease to grow.
Sometimes releasing a myriad of issues,
Or just a few, revealing things old and new,
Heavenly mysteries that we never knew.
Without ceasing, occasionally gushing,
Often with force like white water rapids.
It is continually rushing to and fro.
It ceases not its navigation through
Its faithful ever-ready conduits,
Continually cleansing and healing
Along its elongated passage.
So, let the river flow.
Make room for its overflow.
Let every tributary join its force
As their waters congeal to reach the
Awaiting open sea. Let there be no dams,
Delays, or detours. Let the river determine
Its own course. Read carefully what the river is saying
And embrace those 'Special Deliveries' from the heart.
Form: Free verse
“The pathless path beckons us ~
To get aboard God’s bliss bus”
~ quote by poet
Energy highways in form
carry currents cool and warm,
through a network amazing,
more complex than stargazing.
For those who know not, this maze
bewilders as does amaze,
being a channel for grace,
birthing bliss as God’s embrace.
Serpentine is the pathway,
to heaven an expressway,
along spine till crown on head
along which bliss mists are led.
Cell by cell and node by node,
as love pays to God an ode,
the path appears as we tread,
if in heart there be no dread.
Not much is known about this
tunnel network that so is
but suffice to say it’s true,
although known to very few.
Labyrinthine and complex,
these conduits let rapture flex
power of love magnetism
within our mind-body prism.
Only pure hearts free from stain,
may God’s love and light attain,
that as Holy Spirit flows,
so that our auric field glows.
Sages of old have spoken,
of these grid lines unbroken,
which though in truth has no name,
is for us to now reclaim.
Form: Jueju
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