Channeling Kurt Cobain" serves as a melancholic homage to the legacy of Kurt Cobain, the iconic frontman of Nirvana.
The lyrics are deeply introspective and filled with references to Cobain's life, music, and struggles.
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Channeling Kurt Cobain" serves as a melancholic homage to the legacy of Kurt Cobain, the iconic frontman of Nirvana.
The lyrics are deeply introspective and filled with references to Cobain's life, music, and struggles.
The Eulogy Song (feat. John Duffy) is a reflective and comforting musical piece focused on themes of peace, faith, and transition.
The song serves as a message of reassurance for loved ones, encouraging them not to grieve but to find solace in the singer's journey.
What song would you pick?
Doloris Affertor (L)
Bringer of Sorrow
(A lone voice whispers)
I am the silent whisper on dried, wet lips.
The tidal wave to sink millions of lonely ships.
A reckless wonderer from places unimaginable.
Sent to create tension through therapeutic rehabilitation.
In any given nation.
My name is simply: Emotion.
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
As a person, you must know
Deep down
You're part of one of the most spiritually
Illuminating
Literary movements there has ever been
A gift sent to you for self-expression from The Great In-Between
A means to pull down old towers with new or old siege hooks
Open closed doors
By maybe writing a blog or book
To walk through anthills and moors
Of poetic stanzas
To find who you really are
As you pause and really look
For above all things
Magic in poetry is real
A form of rebellion from the mundane
A resolution
A Bonanza
To push back boundaries in a form of grassroots resistance
To power and social control
To be able to purge the destructive nature of humanity and the need to share its beauty
To those watching on patrol
As they go
For you are so gifted
So never be afraid to share your Illumination of the soul
For someone somewhere
Always needs to be lifted
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
(A lone voice whispers)
I can subliminally feel
All those sad fears
Rhythmically swirling like sharpened kitchen knives
Within all your world choices
Which cuts me so deep
Like cold Tamahagane steel
Above all this new
Life's
Now old noises
I can just see you
Sitting there
In your darkened bedroom
Somewhere
Dressed in that familiar soft white lace
With translucent tears
Running down
Your beautiful face
Thinking of me
As a lone crone
In a faraway forest
In triumph
Sings
And rejoices
Overjoyed by her spells
Creating turmoil
Of fake excuses and tragic surprises
In you
For
I know
It's not fair
What you're going through
But trust me
I'm
Going through it
Too
For
This thing we started
This inexplicable thing
This molten fire that still burns
Like it's taboo
Since we parted
Reaches so deep
Inside
I can't sleep
Can't work
Can't recall
How many times
I've cried
Brokenhearted
For I remember
Those sweet salad days
Walking on the beach
With the spirit next door
Who came to me
Unexpectedly
Like a serene gift
From The Holy Sea
Gently fluttering by
To say hello
Like a rare beautiful Glasswing Butterfly
But now
We are
But two
Lost souls
With nowhere to go
Just wondering round
In familiar round circles
And looking into
This purple haze
The very mouth of this black abyss
Before me
Looking at the mistakes
We once made
In my scrying mirror
As our tarot cards
Were first laid
When we unexpectedly first kissed
While we walked
Its tired pavements
In its maze
I pray and hope you still
Think of me
The ghost
Who still loves his beautiful rare Glasswing butterfly
From the Realms
Of The
Great In-Between
Sent to love you
To remind you
You're so special
An astral envoy
Sent like a
Spiritual Kestrel
To inspire others
Especially those
That suffer in silence
So turn that Southern Country music up high
To drown out your world's violence
For a light like yours
Must shine
And it's why
This old ghost
Can never say goodbye
For our old love
Lives beyond
The seas of this black abyss
Forever
Spinning
In my memories
Of our
First poetic unexpected kiss
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
(A lone voice whispers)
As my cards turn
As this old world burns
I know not where I'll go
Down Freedom Road
As this lone white candle
Blows into the night
I know not where
But I'll follow the light
All those sweet things
We once shared
Drift like leaves
Upon the air
Down Freedom Road
I carry my soul
When the wind keeps calling, I keep walking on
I'm not afraid, no, not anymore
The Lord is waiting at the journey's door
Down Freedom Road
Where every broken heart comes home
I'm not afraid
Of the pain
Not afraid
To walk barefoot in the rain
'Cause I run to the Lord,
Now my work is done
Run to rest beneath
The Eternal Sun
And I'll wait to see
The Almighty,
And the Holy Son
When my race is run
Down Freedom Road
I carry my soul
When the wind keeps calling, I keep walking on
I'm not afraid, no, not anymore
The Lord is waiting at the journey's door
Down Freedom Road
Where every broken heart comes home
As these cards keep turning
And this old world burns
Every mile I travel
Is another lesson learned
The candle may flicker
The night may be long
But faith keeps singing
Its quiet song
Down Freedom Road
I carry my soul
When the wind keeps calling, I keep walking on
I'm not afraid of any pain
I'll walk barefoot through the pouring rain.
Down Freedom Road
To the shade of the Eternal Sun
As this lone candle blows
While I still run
Down Freedom Road
Until I see
The Almighty
And the Holy Son
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Blessed be
(A lone voice whispers)
You do know if you like poetry in 2026
You're one of the special ones
Defeating the ten-second mind
Promoted everywhere
By the insidious Matrix
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
(A lone voice whispers)
Blessed be...
Velumbound.
Tell me
Does suffering, and the longing for redemption through love.
Create an inner war between your past and your future?
A fracture in the soul.
One half chained to memory.
The other reaching blindly toward rebirth.
And are we all merely channelling our deepest existential fears?
Through the masks we wear?
Through desire.
Through confession.
Through art?
Can a soul haunted by the noise of the past
Ever truly be free?
Or do the echoes remain forever?
Whispering through empty rooms?
Through sleepless nights?
Through every quiet moment left alone with oneself?
And if redemption exists at all.
Does it come not through God?
Nor repentance.
Nor punishment.
But through love?
Through being seen completely.
And still held gently by another soul.
And does suffering itself become the fire of transformation?
The great black river one must cross.
To emerge changed.
Wounded.
But awakened.
For perhaps pain is not merely destruction.
Perhaps it is initiation.
The death of one self.
So another may finally begin.
And somewhere.
Deep beneath the frostbitten machinery of modern life.
Beneath pride.
Beneath guilt.
Beneath all the beautiful lies we tell ourselves.
There still exists a trembling human soul.
Begging to be forgiven.
Perhaps that is the true horror.
And the true beauty.
That to become something new.
Something honest.
Something eternal.
Something must first die within us.
And maybe... that is where freedom begins.
Blessed be.
Velumbound.
(C)
Copyright John Duffy