Serpent of the white cloth, you will never see the light upon our eyes.
The light you see in front of you is an illusion portrayed by your white veil.
The white veil is the cover behind your heart and over your mind’s eyes
Your story is a document meant to be told as a warning in a campfire tale
The kisses you gave were from deceit
Your faith is pulling you into the dark abyss
Go ahead and keep your tongue and mind in a documented receipt
Go and meet another person in your cult that you called brother, my false ‘sis’
That feeling of the spirit inside of you is false and full of lies
What you believed has left you jaded to the people who needed you the most
You were too blind to see through the layers of lies that you held dear in your state of happiness, tries
Oh, how you boast with your cunning tongue, you serpent, your whole existence is your idiot's donor boast!
Stay in your mental confusion
Your spirit and mind need a transfusion!
Once the Mount Everest came in mental confusion,
Known to be the tallest among all the grounded population.
Though it got the direct sun rays as part of universal action,
But why was it still an icecold place with silent isolation?
The Sun was smiling with warm gesture to answer the immovable structure,
Ask the cold desert winds it is not my fault to leave you trembling in cold winters.
The wind with a soothing touch to this snowy peak asked not to block its way in this juncture,
Sorry dear wind ,I fail to move a millionth of an inch to pursue the divine doctrine of this beautiful nature.
Foundation.
Based on a simple question.
What form does paradise take?
Is it simply when one doesn't suffer the mental confusion between unconscious, and conscious desires?
Such as finding love, friendship, material or spiritual wealth, etc. Etc.
Paradisus (L)
Consciousness and Unconsciousness
Rests and bows in peace
As tranquility flows
Through the good heart's
Altarpiece
©
Copyright John Duffy
Paradisus translated:
Paradise.
I await sweet Annabelle
as I rest in this lonely bower.
I yearn to hear her angel voice
and feel her healing power.
Others come and others go
in times I'm given to folly,
like buxom Jenny Ramsbottom
and then there's fulsome Molly.
Sometime I forget their names,
it's so hard to keep a tally.
Some bore with their chitter-chat,
especially one named Sally.
I sometime wish for solitude
How long will this persist?
My age is catching up on me
and I doubt they all exist.
But one there is who is for sure
and she's s my favourite nurse.
Begone ye mad romantic dreams.
Sister Jane is down to earth.
(verse 1)
I’ve lived a short life,
for which my tears have gone dry.
A state of mental confusion,
from a mother and father.
Twisted lies, twisted truth,
which to believe, which to distrust.
(chorus)
Will I shine like the sun,
and glow with self loving esteem?
Or will i fade off into the blue,
with a mind that’s bashed by depression?
(verse 2)
A man that’s lost on a path,
that was created by a child.
What was it that I dreamed?
Was it lost in days of yesteryear.
Did daddy do what mother said he did,
and did mommy suffer the way she claimed?
(chorus)
Will I shine like the sun,
and glow with self loving esteem?
Or will i fade off into the blue,
with a mind that’s bashed by depression?
(verse 3)
When I turn old and gray,
will my friends and family stay?
Will I abuse my wife with fists?
Could I end up beating my kids verbally?
Can I conquer the sickness,
or will it just be a fantasy?
(chorus)
Will I shine like the sun,
and glow with self loving esteem?
Or will i fade off into the blue,
with a mind that’s bashed by depression?
FADE OFF INTO THE BLUE
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I took the force of it again today
A curled formed fist from powerful limb
Planted on cheek in full fledged force
Rendered with frustrated frenzy
And me the punch bag
I took the torrent of ugly words today
Aimed just for me like poisonous arrows
That infiltrate and destroy the soul
And humiliate my tortured mind
I took it all without a word
I took the weight of unwanted lust today
Upon my meagre violated body
Forced against will to serve base needs
Instilling hurt and sanguine pain
Contaminated and used
I bore the agony of excised pain today
That went beyond the barrier of suffering
Of no desire and mutilation
Taken without assent and free will
Now void of feeling and of worth
I had to marry an old fat man today
And take glib vows at tender age
Lost now the age of child-like innocence
No time to play, no time to feel free
Just subjected and servile
I carry the marks of abuse today
Of contusion and mental confusion
Of pain, depression and low self esteem
Of humiliating indignity
And permanent scar
Triangle Squares and crooked lines
Imagine this within the minds
Of those confused and lost in a way
I can't put in words
I can't even say
They were brought in this world for a reason I know
Maybe to suffer maybe to show
How lucky we are to be free from a state
Of mental confusion
Destruction high rate
Suicide.....
I consider you my chief, at one point of time
My commander at heart , leader of our military
The big gun in our castle, but mental confusion
Came upon my soul, heart and mind
Disturbance was in the air, causing a big fluster
Flurry thoughts came in my bubble, bursting illusions
As, I tell myself, this can't be true, I know you
You love me, and wouldn't destroy, our magnificent home
Bringing tears , tears and tears
How, could love overlook this pain
This sudden burst, I'm feeling to, disappear far , far away
Where no-one, would dare to stay or lay
So, I may stay on my knees and pray
Pray that this, bewilderment goes away
Because, truthfully,
I have only, one question
Could love overlook this pain?
Vibration stimulation creates molecular transformation…
Our universe speaks vibrational sound…
Discover your universe name within your ears going round and round…
Simplicity within synchronicity guiding me through my infinite multiplicity…
Mental confusion the ingrained crime…
Leaving us empty;
Doing time…
Doing time…
Doing time…
My emancipation from the illusion of confusion flows through me with spirit fused rhyme…
Blasting through the blockade, divine frequencies our allied aid…
Medicinal cure for low vibration addiction…
Imagine living your grandest vision…
Living with purpose, breathe your intention…
This mind is not our real identity…
Delve within discover your divinity…
Living from the heart manifests godness human behavior…
No longer hoping for our world saving savior…
She holds her hands close to her heart.
She feels the pain as her mere existence causes this.
It is a pain very acknowledgeable to her
As each spiteful word echoes through her ears, a thrust of emotion erupts from within.
Crawling into the corner postitioning her body in the fetal position, always brings about her the comfort she demands.
Hoping for ecceptance is all she's ever know.
Begging for love with every minute of her being.
Praying to God, her creator.
Wondering why she was created with such flaws...
After all, God has stated to have produced every being with love.
Although, he emotions are distinctly not love.
She is perpetually in a state of conspicuous mental confusion.
Trying to find her meaning within.
Trying to unbrace the knots within her heart.
Everything seems to be pessimistic...
Her eyes have now become dense.
Her body is frail.
That once beautiful face, that was displayed with complete confidence, is now pale in color exhibiting sorrow.
Images of disturbing flash backs continue to curse her mind.
Through all, still trying to hold on.
Still trying to breath.
Still trying to live.
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