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In days long past, my school did a pilgrimage to a small land of peace and reconciliation, that lay in the nation of passion and revolution. As a community from nations near and far, we all ate simple food in the daylight flavouring the fresh air, allowing us all to discover joy in pearls hidden in fields. I listened and sang hymns of honey given by the monks dressed in white. Through the songs on my tongue, I tasted gladness of heart and peace in mind, though sometimes the words were a mystery to me. I spent my personal time in the chapel, sitting in silent worship amid polished stone with orange windows. I listened to the peace of flowing milk around me, and the occasional drip touching my tongue. I did not understand the divine flowing all around and within me, though I felt its gentle touch. It was a mystery to me, incompressible and veiled by my shackles. A mystery that I had not comprehended at that time, till I took a bit of fruit in years after. But the hymns of sweet honey and the flowing milk was but a faint taste to me. I was not a Christian back then as I am now. I was still led along by the hope of a New Age back then. Though the milk and honey were sweet to my tongue, I could not have swallowed the medicine they contained within. Yaldabaoth had chained my neck tight by his words and by his mirages of the desert, until I found the Tree of Gnosis that unlocked my neck and heart later in life. As such, the milk, honey or any beverage of the spirit were not my found treasure there, but the friends that journeyed with me. They were a mountain filled with greenery for me. Birds were tweeting in laughter, and the trees were rustling in chatter. Wind was playing games in the branches, and the sun was shining over this all. We all slept and hung out in tents at night when there was no blistering sunlight showering us. That was a mountain of friendship I never climbed before and never climbed up again. Only memories of the mountain peak of shining white remain. I can no longer see that princess of moonlight now, though I was closest to her on the mountain peak. I felt her cool breath amidst the stars, and I heard her laughter among the trees at daylight.
On the green mountain
With honey and pearly milk
Laughing with the moon
Once upon a time…
Waking up at four, the princesses dress, then adorn their crowns with fascinators. Princess Marie of Dutchess County courts her majesty,
with a lovely rose steep.
we bless our mother
she’s giddy with royalty
dad keeps his head down
Princess Suzanne and Princess Lynn chat up the queen mother.
Heavenly scent of tea. All eyes suddenly on Harry, with tears.
And the mother of the bride - sweet with pride.
Harry and Meghan —
the fairy tale begins now
with all its trials
Simplicity’s dress of true satin white, worn by Meghan Markle
of Canoga Park. Today dawns a royal flush, honey-pink.
Cultural shock for all in St. George’s Chapel.
preacher full throttle...
we believe he’s lost his brakes
...father’s banishment
The romantic amalgamation wins with stiff upper lips
and spirit’s preaching. Sans smelling salts for the queen —
a new age. Breaths relieved as the preacher ends his preach.
rolling eyes stop spin...
hand held fans push away air
...clearing all the heat
No runaway bride as young boys hold the train. The jet setters
off on their honeymoon, ready to take up the world’s stage, in love.
A diamond star sparkles in the night sky — the smiling,
Princess Diana of Wales.
And the queen mother whose called us to court
admires her grandmother’s tea cup set,
richly polished, overflowing with life.
familial tea —
our tribe shares with human race
united as one
...and they all live happily ever after
says the score of surreal fairy tales
6/3/2018
Alexis Y’s Fairy Tale Contest
Yes, it is unequivocally true, your beauty will fade. Your skin once tight, will start to drape and hang in unexplainable ways. Discoloration will begin to splotch and take place upon your once evenly toned body, and newly lined face. Your vision will get blurrier with every new age. Your hair will thin, and color change. Your wrinkles will deepen with every smile that stays a little too long, forever imprinting its frame. Your memories will escape from any accessible place. It’s a slow death from a life full of moments you meticulously made, but inevitably forget. Your heart's beat will lose rhythm, and sound slowly. In the end, we often regret because we were in such a hurry not to leave, not to age, not to gray. So focused on a temporary body, which we knew would expire one day. So yes, there will be change taking place. I like to imagine aging means we are that much closer to another energy state. So let it fade. Let the wrinkles and discoloration take place. Remember they are little reminders this body was never a permanent space.
Time changes, and so do the ways,
Dispelling darkness, a new chariot blazes.
A new dawn shines with the light of hope,
Smiles on faces, hearts filled with faith to cope.
The smoke of corruption slowly fades away,
Society awakens on the path of truth each day.
With the melody of discipline, society is rebuilt,
A sense of responsibility makes hearts bloom and tilt.
Roads are formed, dreams begin to fly,
In the hands of youth, the future reaches the sky.
New thoughts emerge, new directions arise,
The nation advances with strength that never dies.
Respect for law and the people’s voice,
Become the loudest call for change and choice.
Farmers, workers, and the hopes of the new generation,
Together compose the language of development and transformation.
Can change ever come through words alone?
Work itself reveals one’s true identity known.
Now is the time to move ahead,
Now is the time to build a new age instead.
With the final smile of development’s fragrance bright,
A new song echoes on the road of progress and light.
In the changing times lives a promise anew,
For within this path rests the nation’s honor true.
And for my last will & testament to a life concluded at the hands of the cruel poison that is time, I solemnly swear that a life poised to mean nothing shall not only bear such barren nakedness but will also birth a new age of emptiness while inheriting all of seclusion.
While these last meaningless words shall only succeed in painting a blank portrait, I will only afterwards exceed my own expectations by finding what the true natural distinction between Fate & Destiny really is and-or shall become.
I shall henceforth concede my life the only way any average & mundane human can ever truly fathom in its totality, with a long innocuous sigh.
When Jupiter aligns with Mars, Aquarius will blossom.
Liberty erupts with the alignment of the planets.
No longer will the shackles hold those imprisoned to ransom.
A new age, a new start, a new hope to palate.
Peace on Earth will be attained for a new age is dawning.
Mystic crystal revelations with reverence will pour.
Open up your heart, a new Eden is forming,
the harmony is boundless, and love is the cure.
A world previously encased, cloaked in doom, will be freed,
from the tyranny of lies that plagued humanity.
No more falsehoods or derisions, the stars will plant the seed,
to eradicate a mindset of much profanity.
This is the coming of a golden age, the prophesy ensures,
that mankind can redeem itself, acquit for all its failings.
No war, no fear, no hatred; that will be assured.
Let the sunshine shower love on all of those prevailing.
Age of Aquarius/Let the Sunshine In – The 5th Dimension
7th August 2019.
Chose Your Own Title Vol 7 – Songs
Any Form Poetry Contest
Sponsored by – Edward Ibeh
Escapism – For the readers.
(A lone voice whispers)
Hey you,
Reading this
From way beyond the reach
Of the Great Abyss
I, Thomas, have a question or two
Would you blindly follow me if I lit a red candle
In this final odyssey home
To be rescued
And finally bare your soul
Together with mine
And all you can handle
Before the Sacred Salt Pillar of Ado
Of Sodom and Gomorrah
Near the Dead Sea and atone
Would you follow me and that maybe life-changing suggestion
Willingly into this swirling dark
And grasp my coattails within this invocation and rhyme
As we trespass tentatively through all of this life's scary parks
Just you and me
To somewhere only the courageous can ever conceive
As we strip off all the world's detritus
That tries to smother us with all their rock slides
And swim against all societies fast-flowing dividing tides
Will you dare tango and tiptoe past the ever watchful Tall Man and all his worldly Minions
As we circumnavigate the spiritual globe
To truly see the new world grid and reclaim our own freedom
To sit beside our newly created Holy River
To write poetry and sing
To joyously watch through that river's undulating scrying mirror
As the real world slowly disappears
To then walk through a portal which I know will appear
Through all the luscious green grass to finally reach the portcullis gates to the
Eternal City
Of Tartaria
To hear the greatest stories ever told to human ears
In any era
To finally embrace a new realm free from all restrictions
Laws or fears
For although we are but lost souls going eventually to try to conquer She'ol
Would you still just blindly follow me
For you also
Seek Escapism
For you too are a true reader
Past the awakening powers of an immoral old fallen god
A new age world leader
And all its political forces
To walk unashamed together
Hand in hand
To somewhere to renew
Hidden from view
Beyond this world,
Many new pale white horses
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
This place has become so hollow
Some where l no longer want to stay
With what always seems to follow
I am now left in complete dsarray
What I'm finding so hard to swallow
It would seem emptiness and decay
Trying l am not to weep and wallow
Though as always l still then pray
Asking l am for a better tomorrow
For once my skies nolonger grey
Trying to forget all of my sorrow
And the tears of yesturday
was a part of a poem called new age wrote 15 years a go
He gave her a book she refuses to name,
She gave it a look and saw her claim.
He circled in red the verse she needed to read
Her eyes tears shed from a heart that disagreed.
“Always and ever I’d perpetually come back,
If only I knew I wouldn’t consistently lack.
Hearts can be greater with whom they’re entwined,
And I couldn’t bear to suffocate you with mine.”
The rest of the book did not seem so sad
She learned to love it for the dreams it had.
She held it dear when it became strength through storms,
She treasured it dearly for the comfort when she was worn.
Her beloved book showed her secrets to lead
Her lovely leather bound taught warnings to heed.
Her cherished composition created cravings to conquer.
Her prized prose inspired in every hardship to press onward.
He gave her a book that she refuses to name
If you ask her the question she’ll tell you the same.
It’s a book about hope and despair, courage and fear,
It tells tales of loss and care, those distant, those near.
He gave her a book she refuses to name
Because it’s part of her, and proves her claim.
She has written in red what she needs to remember
Her fire is her own, she stoked every ember.
He gave her a book that she couldn’t name
It was her whole life, every refrain.
Because it wasn’t a book to read every page
It was hers to make with every new age.
Wins and losses, hope and pain
Her “Book of Love, of Life” was the journal she claimed.
When all this world in fear and darkness walks,
I turn off TV or radio and will not by negativity be stalked.
I control what flows into my soul and mind.
And abhor the cruelness I hear, which is so very unkind.
The world, sadly, seems to have lost any gratitude.
Take a look at the huge amount of destructive arttitude.
Hatred of world leaders is a habit not necessary.
Maybe you need sweets from a confectionary?
We pen as if were darlings from the universe?
If so~ that's a very sick attitude and brazenly terse.
Be loving of The Word and do forgive others.
We go around only once and there is not another.
Jazz, New Age music, Enya, Ron Korb, Kimo West.
Puts my very crazed mind to rest.
Then does my pen bloom like a flower.
Especially, when it is close.to the midnight hour!
10/29/2020