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The Monologue of Saul

The Monologue of Saul

(A lone voice whispers)

Have you ever wondered if your soul is just mirrored reflections

Fragmented shards of an augmented reality

A divine kaleidoscope of your own perceived ideas 

Of what to do to get to your version of heaven, and how to avoid hell?

Overlaid onto a real-world environment

Are you too logical to ever really understand, but just bravely parading around like another human being 

Locked into a social engineer's dream

Trying to live within, and under its dark magical, mesmerising spell

Hypnotized by whatever is subliminally repeated, on your handheld screens 

Slowly waiting unconsciously, before it's too late for spiritual understanding 

To return to just you 

To truly see there's more to life than chasing paper dreams

Before you catch the last bus, to take you home to atone 

In The Great In-Between 
Where you'll be asked

Did you live a life clean life or did something happen, that was unforeseen 

That caused you to live temporarily, unclean

(C) Copyright John Duffy

The Color of Love

The Color of Love

When death chooses the right man,
The man who left his footprints in our sand.
It’s hard to understand why he’s gone,
And questions arise was death Wrong?

My heart then feels heavy and then my mind gets weak,
Then death says subliminally“what is it you seek”?
I was stun after the question was ask of myself,
Then boldly I said “more time would have helped”.
Death replied time is no essence when life decides to
leave,

“But our hearts are full of sadness and we have to grieve”.
Then death stated, “grieving is part of healing, allow love
to walk with you and caress what you’re feeling”.
I now understand what Death was saying,
It was original but yet I still embrace the pain.
Love step in and encourage my soul,
He said my child allow me to fill that hole,
Now I see why we hold on to the memories,
It allows the color of Love to eternally embrace me.

Written by: Terri L. Guy-Cook

wAlls In dAlI

the origin of my life 
a frottage
friction 
giving rise to the template 
the grattage image to be completed in the mind of the viewer 

women 
are often invisible 
at best 
compartmentalised by Man 
a notional ekphrasis 
but they make their presence known 
they’re a work of art crowding in on the subconscious 

labyrinth of walls built by mankind over eons 
to keep out that which they fear 
colouring the walls yellow 
it is a Freudian slip 
by that subliminally acknowledging
that it is 
mentally activating 
psychologically stimulating higher cognition, intuition 
creativity 
and feelings of optimism 
all attributes of Woman 

having escaped confines of cultural mores 
I do not go with the flow 
but will often lead the pack

Abandoned Sky

From an abandoned sky comes images from on high
tossing away the things that make us sane 
Subliminally casting all away to an abandoned sky

from nothing to form or nothing to no were
flying through clear abandoned skies
I have nothing to lose and knowledge to gain

no cares or concerns 
watch and waiting 
in an abandoned sky

I rise to meet the great new day 
I stare into the face of a perfect god 
all alone in an abandoned sky lost and forgotten 

on a distant plane where skeletons lie in repose 
As they deny the twilight cast from an abandoned sky
fragments of my mind's eye lay in disarray 

in demise under an abandoned sky riding 
in rusted machines or reapers' dreams
teeth of gears gnash and grind memories

from bright eyes reflecting the soul
an abandoned sky full of possibilities
I lie in the cool shade of the skeleton trees on Halloweens eve 

I watch snow collecting, covering the carcass of my vanity 
under a black abandoned sky in the depths of a winters storms 
laying waste to inner landscapes 

I dream of future days and tomorrow's nights 
as stars of distant worlds swirl n play...
I dance in an abandoned sky

All That Matters

light, laughter, love
distilled, 

chilled into thought;

and there is no above, 
as this

is brought to ourselves,

as a rain
disproportionate

to any expectation
before birth.

more was never
an answer 

for all
our unasked questions

subliminally, 
we knew

it all
came with us 

that forever
it is the heart

of all we shall become.

Per-Revelation-

Something is passing present yet trespassing
 abundantly jubilee sell them space hidden Grace
 across the line I'm finished I'm fine and yet entwined
 I am lost not found so blessed robust I put my trust 
I gather all my thoughts and in my mind I resign I Witness
 the Bliss I confess I completed my task my test 
and abundantly subliminally I am blessed contrast contrite carry on for Spirit I saw my Saviour
 the one who's Grace and spirit as saving me 
Sets Me Free I gallantly await His return to show up
 the Lord to come down onto the ground to this earth
 for once it's destroyed and replenished did I mention
 the new Heaven and Earth for what it's worth
 there's no curse I am blessed my future lies eternally
 with the host my God in whom I trust Jesus Jesus Jesus has saved His come back and He saves us


3/6/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr  2021

Herd Community

Have you been inducted in the herd community and
received its graduate certificate yet? 
I hear Nietzsche's Twilight of the Idols' rant on 'herding the herd community',
thinking, will we hear next the Covid-Uberman, i.e., the longing of new body invested with addictive anti-body, redeemed yet forever subverted, but showered with accolade? History's now split to before and after the pandemic, bifurcating the (decaying) body and the (deaf) soul.
Pessimism of intellect never rescued one from a disease, overwhelmed by 
vaccine optimism -- a panacea or cure, or twilight of reason (i.e., Benjamin's apocalypse foretold)?  
Nothing is everything when you put your mind to it, subliminally and refined.
Odds of survival is higher when you see a light at the end of tunnel, no matter
how dim or treacherous the path, or faulty optics, i.e.,  Hegel's chronicle of the absolute spirit that never dwells too long in limbo of alienation, enlightenment's last defense.  Behold, the light of Zarathustra shall illuminate and the new herd community will turn sun-worshippers yearning for the paradise lost under the eagle wings of their shepherds wielding 
a long stick.

The Next Show Will Be Never Please Have Your Tickets Ready

I
Am awesome
Many of you disagree
And others fail to see
What is right in front of you
Every word a rite
So how can i convince
Okay i will give it ago
My next line will impress
Exit subliminally stage left

Hannibals Restaurant

To begin how about a nice glass of wine
to accompany your meal ?

May i suggest a nice Chianti perhaps ?

To go with your vegetable bean salad starter

I must admit everything looks so good really appetizing

Hard to know exactly where to start

I'm not even sure what half of
these dishes are 

They aren't labeled and don't look
like anything i have seen before

This is a fine dinning experience all will be revealed once your meal is completed

If you were to be told exactly what you are eating subliminally you may be put off

So Bon Appetite sit back relax and enjoy 

And may i take this opportunity to
introduce myself as i will be both your chef and waiter for this evening

My name is Lector

Welcome to 
Carnivores @ Hannibals
Old friend dinner

Specificity In Poetry

Alas when specificity is masked in its duplicity
to temper its intensity it may have a propensity
to touch the edges gently to stimulate us mentally
to hide within the lilting verse a subliminally errant curse
with subtle lines a bit too terse - then again it could be worse
they could insert an asterisk - induce headshaking “tsk tsk tsks” 

So when asked to specify, I try, I try, I truly try
to force my words into “the norm”, confine my ink, make it conform
and yet it flows – a violent storm, from deep within a whirlwind born
a spinning, loud and raucous horn wailing from a pen pricks thorn
howling in both joy and pain, ranting at both sun and rain
sitting ‘tween tracks rusted stain waving to life’s passing train.

The trick - to call a word a word - not split it with poetic sword
claim it left us empty, bored or thrilled, awakened, reassured
the trick – to let the words find us to chip away our readers rust
outwit our “learned” poets crust, open our hearts and slowly trust
that in its harsh simplicity it stabs with cold specificity
at the edges of rigidity and the barriers ‘’tween you and me.


John G. Lawless
©3/29/2019

By Grand Mom Mom Where'D You Go---

BY GRAND MOM MOM where'd you go---


grand mom-mom she worn a veil
that covered her neck 
she wore hand made knit sweater
she sits in her rocker recliner
still stitching quilts
wears open loose ankle socks
cause she's diabetic
still makes homemade soup cuts up vegetables by hand
the world needs this
where is grand mom mom now????????
by grand mom mom where' you go
municipal codes, governmental woes
lock up them elderly separate their clothes
sell their paid houses and cars
maybe after all her goods and wares are sold
just to house her spirit and body sit apart
maybe she can keep her recliner
Family and government subliminally throws her away
now you ask where is she today
where is grand mom mom now????????
by grand mom mom where' you go
municipal codes, governmental woes
being tired of being ignored and abuse
one morning grand mom mom decided to chose
not to be alone
so she went, home?


12/19/18

written by James Edward Lee Sr.2018©

Eye Suppose

The powers that be
show us 
what they want us to see

But the whispering wizards 
behind the veil,
all have an emerald poker tell

The froggy princes that lead
always gon spit
a little grinning white in your pink eye

Swollen blinks won’t fetid kill, 
eye suppose
Just as long as you don’t forget
to cover up your nose

Every Pied Piper wink  wink 
got a nodding Oz vapor stink, 
Toto tear telling you a covetous alibi,
a Dorothy ruby shoes cry

They say they gon make you a ton of gold brick money,
but then silently they secret witchy gon steal it from you
Don’t shut your eyes ... don’t fall for the Dragon Ball Z ruse

The powers that be ,
which fire breath authoritatively,
repeat this phrase often   subliminally:

“Do what we say,
don’t try to free-think
Let not morals get in the way,
of a double cross blink”

I suppose greedy dogs
gotta close their eyes one day
Sleepily lie down in the worm dug hole,
pupil-colored glaucoma grey

Entree

Translucent juices flow 
forth with each syllable, 
every moan,
 a heightened affair, 
every groan
a chance for repair,
We've made reparations
reading independent declarations
knowing we are free 
but always a slave to this.
Touching you ever so subliminally
you becoming more
 friend than enemy
confiscating all your energy
You hate the way I do this to you
Every word 
 your body devours,
Ordering from my menu
requesting, "Desire
on desire with a large diet
desire to drink." 
Go ahead, 
let me taste your reply like 
 Me, Oh, we, 
Oh my...
You've been quite
the surprise

Deeper and Deeper

I dive down into the deep waters

I swim down in my dreams

Looking for away to block life out

While experiencing all the beauty

Of being down among the the marine species

Of my conscious daydreams.

I swim with no fear of drowning

Even though I cannot swim at all

The sea beckons me as if we are friends of old

I think subliminally

That I am searching for an Atlantis

A place of real dreams

Away from hard realities of life

So I swim ever deeper down

And its getting darker

I can feel the pressure pushing down on me

I feel it constricting my lungs

But no one knows I am here

So nobody can save me

Deeper and deeper where is Atlantis

Deeper and deeper beyond the point of return

I feel it hard to breathe and my heart burns

Where is the ending for which I yearned

Where is the lesson to be learnt

When I’ve no ability to think now

And yet I still don’t have any doubt

That what I seek is deeper, deeper in the water

I keep descending even though I know I ought not do

But now I am beyond the realms of salvation

My only hope is Atlantis comes to my rescue.

Kissing Booth

kissing booth



kissing 
booth
i
wasnt invited
my love is insane
how
could
i
hide it
her lipgloss
may have subliminally applied it
my love may have dried it

surely you have gone mad
he thought she thought
he never knew whom to trust
that feeling she rubbed
on
him

as she taught him to kiss
that booth glowed
oh
how
that
booth glowed
 like her love lips
had
power

oh
how that kissing booth glowed
when at last it became my turn
in
the
kissing booth
my love simply replied
i ain't kissing that toad
oh how i still dream
of
that
glow
what an
kissing booth show
?

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