Canto Dreams

 

Foundation.

Does society, peer pressure, family or religion, hinder many when searching for love?

(A weary voice whispers)

Like a slave to love

I once looked for true completeness 

But like Beatrice and Dante, 

There was always a great barrier 

Between us

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Have you been bewitched, too?

 

(A lone voice whispers) 

Daylight may softly whisper it's but an hour away

But such is the spiritual power of your divine company, 

I will stay

Transformed emotionally beyond all known boundaries of esoteric norm 

By your captivating form

While your carefully chosen words like spoken spells

Holds me and unfolds me

And it's where I want to forever stay

An hour away from sunrise, 

Laid together 

Entwined 

Listening to the early morning birds play 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Foundation.

Have you ever experienced that magical moment, when you want the night to never end?

The letter to Annabelle

 

Foundation.

Even after all these years, do you still remember someone special?

Title.

A View to a Kill.

(A lone voice whispers as a man in a nursing home writes his last diary letter)

From beyond the sacred river

Came fear like a lone-wolf stalking in the Wild Canadian cold.

I know what we had I should have clung onto like precious gold. 

But curiosity called me like Ligeia, the siren into her red fold.

So now I'm lost at sea like Peter, who was fishing.

Before someone special appeared at Galilee.

So like autumn leaves, all now on the ground, blowing through my memories wild forests.

No longer green but brown.

Just know I still treasure all the sunsets where we were by angels seen. 

For even though the Fallen One opened his wings and broke us down.

Our old love still sings such a sweet symphony.

That follows me still and makes my heart beat faster, every time. 

I swallow one of your memory pills. 

That returns me like a spy but with no free will.

In my own version of View to a Kill.

This last letter is for Annabelle, my childhood love, who I once knew.

Just know, I've always missed you.

 (C) Copyright John Duffy

Are you a three to seven or eleven or more is heaven?

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Should 21st Century poetry

For the new minds of a culturally bombarded generation 

Be limited from 3 to 7 lines?

Before you answer:

To me personally, even though to answer, makes my Heart aches 

I like reading poetry built around subtlety

Concealed layers or secretive depths

Relatable interchangeable meanings

Powerful raw stuff that sometimes leaves your eyes wet

Unearthed within deciphering their carefully crafted imagery or subtext

3 to 7 lines of reading, might sound like heaven, but I'm old school 

Give me Lord Byron 

Shelley or Keats 

But I guess 

Like an Ode to a Nightingale

Maybe that's the beauty of poetry as She walks in Beauty

And like To a Skylark

It must sing

So I can only hope new generations enjoy poetry, so it continues to thrive and still live 

Within whichever form, and exciting tales that will continue to make their own hearts beat 

With all it can give

But for me

Reading deep poetry 

Feels like sitting briefly, metaphorically, underneath a Cherry Blossom Tree

Enjoying a delicious drop of spiritual tranquility 

Are you too, old school and what emotional fluctuations resonate within you?

 

Are you a three to seven or more like:

Eleven or more is heaven

Reader or writer 

Who enjoys late all-nighters

(C) Copyright John Duffy

Are you just sinful?

 

(A lone voice whispers)

In the beginning 

Did you secretly 

Walk like a curious

Enigmatic Charles Darwin

Looking

Whilst

Lost in Youth

Seeking The Meaning of Sin

To clandestine dark places where

Angels

Without harps 

Profusely lambast and

Sing

Searching

Through concealed ancient manuscript and treatises

Seduced by Mistresses and Masters

Of Seductions

By their ever-changing winds

And rhymes

And now 

Are you still covertly

Only understood 

By a select few

Riding your Pale Horse

Tempestuously

Through lost

Biographies of Old Beliefs

Always on the lookout for engagements

A means to sometimes

Circumvent dark

Carnal release

Or are you still drinking Cool-Aid

From the Matrix’s ever spinning

Propaganda's machine

As the Cosmic Serpent

Of your own Apocalypse

Approaches with such devious guile

Heralding a new divine invasion

Of your own United Nations

So you still dwell in

A new vision of Gilgamesh

Wallowing in previous dark memories of Sins

Of old encounters and embraces

Of its sensuous

Flesh

Or are you a new lost Nikola Tesla

Lost in the folds of deep personal histories

Overwhelmed

With impropriety and greed

Still seemingly held in check

By fingerprints of

Memories Old Gods

But still always courageously

Praying silently to the skies

Trying to save

Your soul

Always praying someone

Hears you and your deeds and comes down 

To intercede

Copyright John Duffy

Want to start at the beginning?

A blog on WordPress from 2015

Link above. 

Creative writing for over ten years. Starting at the beginning. 

Before poetry and music. 

The transformation from 2015 to 2026 is such a beautiful surprise. 

Where will the evolution be in another ten years? 

Filmmaker! 

Salute. 

Revelation 501

 

(A lone voice whispers) 

Did you know. 

The Matrix tries to rewrite the memory of the new civilisation after the previous one reaches the truth. 

Maybe you are a reborn truth seeker from the past. 

Seeking a means to find clarity on your epic, eternal journey. 

And it's why you're here at last. 

And maybe I'm just another torchbearer amongst many:

 lighting your way. 

Blessed be. Velumbound. 

(C) 

Copyright John Duffy

Middle Eastern Dreams

 

Middle Eastern Dreams, is a somber and allegorical musical piece that reflects on themes of conflict, faith, and the struggle between darkness and light. 

The lyrics paint a picture of a world plagued by war, political greed, and hidden agendas.

Mythical and Literary Imagery: 

The lyrics employ heavy metaphors, referencing a "dark priest" from a "lost city," the "three-headed beast," and the "great lake of Cocytus".

A reference to Cocytus, the river of lamentation in Dante’s Inferno, describing a hellish landscape of "fire and ice".

Salute. 

A song written while enduring grief

 

Exploring themes of longing and deep, lasting affection. 

We love them even more by remembering. 

Salute. 

The Calling

This haunting, ritualistic poem blends themes of cosmic inevitability, dark romance, and a surrender to esoteric forces.

The piece functions as an incantation from a primordial void, presenting an inescapable spiritual reckoning and a call to embrace hidden powers. 

Concluding with the blessing of "Velumbound," the verse suggests a permanent, consecrated tie to the mysteries kept behind the veil.

(A lone voice whispers)

 

In the darkest of hours

From the eternal sea

I will one day call to you

As you are found

Will you turn around and embrace my powers

Blessed be

Velumbound... 

(C) 

Copyright John Duffy