(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

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(A lone voice whispers)

Walking in like the Grand Inquisitor
Tomás de Torquemada

Dressed in a dark robe

With Beethoven's “Moonlight Sonata” playing loudly in her wake

I can remember when Love brought me through a gate

To a doorway leading to her Three Castles of Rejection

Cruelty
Intolerance, and Fanaticism

And when she nearly broke me within each of those walls, she introduced me to her other Three Castles of Seduction

Through another darkly lit doorway

Ecstasy
Blissfulness and Tranquility

Such is the juxtaposition of entering her Great Halls of Eden

For those Red coloured doors within that painted room, could lead you to your sweet salvation or doom

So just be careful when you smell her sweet perfume, when she smiles, as she approaches

For once, she takes you into her Great Halls of Eden

Once you enter that oak panelled waiting room

Always remember

One day, you could be in her master bedroom

And then one day, feel the harsh bristles of her witches broom

As you soul pleads and yells

Such is the power of being under her mesmerising spell

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(A lone voice whispers)

Oh, Lord.
Remind me to
Smile

Because by
Your grace

In the face of
Covid and all other things

Which everyone seems to forget and all they embrace

I'm still alive
A privilege denied

To so many, who have
Suddenly died

Remind me
Oh, Lord
My Almighty

I've still got so much more to give
As I live

And with your bright and beautiful stars
Lighting my way

Guiding and showing me the beauty
Of doing my soul's pure duty

To try to light a candle of hope
In just someone

As they pray to repent
To help them ascend

To help them wipe their spirits dry tears away
Maybe today

And to make your love grow stronger
Everyday

To undo old wrongs

It's why I kneel to pray
And whisper

Amen

No matter how hard life gets, intense

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(A lone voice whispers)

Have you ever had a disastrous relationship before and wondered…

Were the dark forces at play at any given emotional, traumatic moment.

During or after?

Title:
Apollyon Relationships

(A lone voice ponders after a first date)

My love Morning Star
My fallen introduction
To doorways of sin

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Reference in this case:

Apollyon. / (əˈpɒljən) / noun.
New Testament the destroyer, a name given to the Devil (Revelation 9:11)

Guttis aquae pluviae (L)

(A lone voice whispers)

Are your translucent memories like the softest of rain drops, when they suddenly fall

Reminding you of someone special or somewhere
On another level

For sometimes, you just want to get soaking wet, remembering the good times

But sometimes,

Do you also want to find shelter to help you forget

All those memories tainted with neglect

By the visitation of all bad intentions

Subtly introduced, by the so seductive and invisible, Devil

From another dimension

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(A reflective voice whispers)

In the Dawn of a new feeling of Life,
Maybe even at high school

Did you embrace one of its golden rules

To hold hands with someone you deemed so special

Encouraged by first love's, sweet kiss

For it to then carry you through, to meet the super cool, Twilight of your Life

With the only true one, whose love has never cooled:

And if you're still incredibly lucky, brings you such bliss

Or did the Shadows of Life appear

Smiling like a Nazgûl
Like a dark thief at night

To take back God's divine gift, and leave you scrambling and grieving

Daydreaming of the Dawn and Twilight of your Life

Before something cruel, caused you, to separate and drift

When everything seemed so perfect and nice

Before the deep cut, of The Shadows of Life's

Sharp, ceremonial knife

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Foundation.

Sometimes, marrying or loving someone comes with risks.

Did you, too, once encounter one of the Devil's, Mr. Fisk?

Title:
Evelyn. The Brave.

(A lone voice whispers as he places a beautiful red rose, on a pristine grave)

I still see you
Standing so still

Looking all beautiful in white in that restaurant's background expensive silver mirror, as I asked for your hand in marriage

And can remember how all your family

Particularly, your father and grandfather, cried out the next day

When they finally found out,
We were to be married

Evelyn
Don't you dare marry that rude boy

For if you do
All our family love for you will die

But looking back, as they have all now crossed over and died

I can just say, loving you in the face of such animosity,

was sometimes like walking through, Dante's Divine Comedy

Wearing a red rose on my lapel with pride

And it's why I still love you

The girl dressed in white, who I once asked to be, my beautiful bride.

Who knew her whole life was at risk

But still found the courage to seal our future, with our first wedding kiss

To defeat all the Devil's, incarnated Mr. Fisk

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Have you ever experienced the energy being drained out of a room, when someone unknown, enters?

You may have met one!

Title:
The Energy Vampires

#Senryu


Baptised heartbroken

For forty long days and nights

Gathered Dark Souls smiled

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Foundation of the piece.

Some mystics say:

Lower vibrational beings feed off humanity's pain and anguish.

What a feast they must have when they see a new resident of their invisible, Heartbreak Hotel.

Salute.

Foundation.

Some old mythology says we are bound to find our twin flame or soul mate, before we are born.

Our true other half.

This journey is simply repeated until we do.

No matter who we end up with.
To become whole.
Could old myths be true?

Title:
Reincarnated Love

(A lone old voice whispers)

I write this for you to see in this lifetime because I couldn't find you, and my earthly time is nearly up

My beloved Mary Lee

I know you were born to meet me
On the twenty-six of November

A date, I'll know forevermore

As I look back
Like now and remember

For we shall be together
In The Great Nevermore

Sharing conversations and sweet kisses:

Even after Death visits,
And offers you a drink of his sacrilegious dark wine

To end all your beautiful days and glorious time

I just know we shall be together, like twinned pilgrims

In an eternal quest of hide and seek

Set forth in the silence, by a long remembered God

Lost somewhere in some surreal time stream

But together in insane spaces
In-Between

And as the soft capricious winds of Heaven

Change and dance like a wild Anna Pavlova
Between us

Creating a moving sea of love between our two pulsating souls

We shall know
In that very instance

Holding hands
Together, like first date lovers

In the universe's
Dust

That we can sing and dance together,
Forever

And be joyous in each and every form

For ours is a love story
Beyond the norm

A love story which will forever survive

Composed in golden italics and kept safely on gilded shelves, with so many others

Written in Enochian Archives

Stored beyond the Great Pillars
In a sacred tabernacle

By the pale blue Holy Sea
Our Eternal Sea

This I know because before I was born into physical form

You were written
Into my history

By my spirit guides
God and me

The woman I'm bound to always love and try to find

Whenever I'm reincarnated into mankind

The one soul betrothed to me
By an angel called, ADOEOET,

He who sings like a bird, who once whispered

Meet you true love
My beloved Mary Lee

So, see you in another lifetime
Your forever twin flame with no name

Whose loved is buried so deep no matter how many times

Life tries to bury me

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Title:
Calvary Dreams

(A lone voice whispers)

I heard your sweet voice
Today

On our anniversary,
Your birthday

That old well-loved familiar sound

Whenever I press
play

To see and hear you
On that old wedding tape
We once made

You still look so beautiful and sound so soft and sweet
I couldn't sleep

But stand up straight,
Weep

Rewind and repeat

Oh, why does God give you such grief

Whenever
I see you or hear your voice

To then stand still
In total disbelief

And realise you're now living in new lands of immortality

And then I always remember
Calvary

A dark place
Enshrined in human history

Hanging
Painted up

In so many famous
Art galleries

So much wrong
Done to one
So strong

One crucified
For us and mankind
To sing a new song

A new song
So all could belong

To the light
Whenever their time came

And they could no longer fight

Cancer like you
Time or some other kind of pain

So now
Whenever hear your sweet voice

Or your name whispered
Like on your birthday
Today

That familiar lovely sound
When I finally find the courage

To press play

To sit and reminisce about my true love
On that special day

Our wedding

And her incredible captivating spirituality

I just know you're safe
Smiling down
Looking my way

My beloved
Still loved wife called Mary

Because Jesus died
For you and me

Even though
Crucified
By Evil

But never alone
At Calvary

So we could all rise

With the call of the
Golden Trombone

To atone
To then enter

Our true home
Under God's
Super Dome

I still miss you so much, but deep down I always know

God only calls the best ones home early and that's why in April

It will always feel like snow


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