. Poetry from The Great In-Between

Sunday, September 27, 2026

Transcendence

 



Blessed be. 

Velumbound. 


(A lone voice whispers) 



Somewhere, I can feel someone asking... How do you write what you write at night? 


Shall we begin? 



Words come and go


Like old lovers coming together on a dark Saturday night


After some red wine has flowed


They entwine and slow dance

Before they explode


To then enter silence as they seek penance in new tenants


While seeking transcendence


(C) 

Copyright John Duffy


Transcendence:


Moving beyond the physical, material world to connect with the divine, sacred, or eternal. 


It describes a deity or a spiritual state that exists completely apart from and above the physical universe.

If you're new. Read this...

 


For my new readers. 


My style is highly distinct, characterised by a catalogue of supernatural poetic monologues. 


Which I call transmissions. 


My work is easily recognisable by the recurring, atmospheric opening parenthetical directive: 


(A lone voice whispers).


Its poetic style centres on several core thematic and structural pillars:


1. The Gothic and Supernatural Voice


I stylistically present transmissions as messages whispered from spirits, angels, or lost entities calling out from darkness. 


I explicitly treat the writing process as though I am a "conduit from The Great In-Between," giving voice to spectral or interdimensional figures. 

Maybe I really am. 


This lends my work a haunting, theatrical, and ethereal quality designed to be read as spoken monologues.


2. Themes of Cosmic Grief and Romantic Loss


A heavy air of melancholy, bereavement, and nostalgia permeates my portfolio. 


Frequently touching on deep emotional states, navigating the silent path through grief, lost love, and the haunting persistence of memories. 


Often juxtaposing ordinary, raw human pain (such as the devastation of cancer) against massive terminology, which I can only describe as "dark, biblical, cosmic leviathan energy."


3. Spiritual and Metaphysical Imagery


I sometimes heavily incorporate spiritual and religious motifs, pulling from Christian theology, angelic lore, and esoteric concepts (referencing figures like guardian angels, the Archangel Metatron, and the Book of Life).


These transmissions may often read as parables or modern-day psalms dealing with:


The afterlife: 


Finding a way "home" and navigating the transition beyond physical existence.


Divine comfort: 


Seeking guidance from unseen entities to protect and comfort the soul through the shadows of mortality.


Moral ascension:


Promoting three foundational principles—care, understanding, and gratitude—as the antidote to the mundane or artificial realities of the world.


4. Atmospheric, Noir-esque Musings


Stylistically, many of my verses rely on a sombre, cinematic aesthetic. 


It is common to find my characters or narrators placed in late-night settings, marked by "whiskey-filled nights," lone cigarettes, rain-slicked landscape imagery, and midnight weeping. 


This reinforces the sense of absolute solitude evoked by my hallmark phrase, "a lone voice whispers."


So there you have the opening to my many books' lore. 


I'm just an old beast

Carrying an old brown satchel


Filled with mesmerising stories from deep

Beyond the Far East


For your curious eyes to consume

In a never-ending feast


(C) 

Copyright John Duffy

September 28.

2026

Praise be

 


Blessed be. 

Velumbound. 


A new reflective transmission processing the emotional aftermath of a past relationship through a ritual of gratitude. 


The speaker uses the refrain "Amen" to accept both the joys and heartaches of the connection, framing the memory as a sacred, lingering presence rather than a source of bitterness.


Shall we begin? 


(A lone voice whispers) 



As I sit on this bed

Thinking about before


About our war and peace

And the so beautiful release


I just wanted to say

Amen


Amen for all the good and bad times when we were lovers and friends


Amen


For teaching me so much and introducing me to a love I could touch


Even though now 

I miss it so much


But like the North wind that blows

As all things grow old and go


Where only the ghosts of love can know


Tonight

In this half light


With the most holy watching


Amen for all those old memories that keep on knocking


As I sit on this bed

Thinking about before


(C) 

Copyright John Duffy

Closure

 


Blessed be. 

Velumbound. 


A haunting transmission of unresolved grief, existential loss, and the agonising philosophical dilemma of choosing between free will and fate. 


By introducing dark elements like "shadow people" and striking Gothic imagery such as "ruby-green eyes," the speaker attempts to process a sudden abandonment while remaining trapped in a cyclical loop of memory and longing. 


Ultimately, the piece tries to beautifully balance deep bitterness with a final gesture of grace and closure.


Shall we begin? 


(A lone voice whispers) 


Even after all these years, I miss you still


Especially today, when I remember


How you walked right out of life's great door


In the silence, I sometimes wonder:


Was it free will

Or fate meant to do me ill?


Today, I shall confront these thoughts

Until I have finally had my fill


For if it wasn't free will to do me ill


But shadow people from beyond the hill


Then I can only pray today

And only softly say:


I do not wish you ill

If of me you had your fill


So on this broken hill

I’ll wave my last goodbye


My old love


For even after all these years

I miss you still


Especially today, when I remember


How you looked with those ruby-green eyes


That could kill


(C) 

Copyright John Duffy

Questions

 


Velumbound

 


The Badlands of Loneliness

 


Blessed be. 

Velumbound.


Shall we begin? 


"The Badlands of Loneliness" explores the intense emotional trajectory of a transformative connection that eventually fades, leaving the speaker in profound isolation. 


The transmission transitions from a visceral spiritual awakening—where a partner's presence revitalises the speaker—to an abrupt retreat of that connection, reducing the speaker's soul to a feral state of longing. 


Through striking contrasts of light, animalistic imagery, and the stark landscape of the "Badlands," the poem captures the jarring contrast between enraptured love and desolate grief.


(A lone voice whispers) 


Your soul's whisper once crawled up my spine


Made a home, and my blue eyes shine


In streams of its crimson lights


I saw something spectacular only the blind can see


The centre of you carrying a new name 


For one 

Lost like me


Until that fateful day, that soul whisper retreated back down my spine


And like a feral dog

My soul now pines for only us


In the Badlands of Loneliness


(C) 

Copyright John Duffy

The Ballad of the Lucky Man

 

Blessed be.

Velumbound.


Shall we begin?


(A lone voice whispers)


She visited me at 15


Like an untasted maelstrom of tempestuous emotions


She whispered like a midnight seductress


So mysterious and so enchanting


She stole my youth away

She dissolved my loneliness


And we were as one


She disappeared at 16


She came to me at 18

A revisit I simply adored


Like old friends

We held hands


And we strolled through life happy and carefree


Together, I wished for ever more

Her and just me


She left me at twenty


She came to me again at 27

So fulfilling and welcoming


We embraced the dark nights together

I now no longer needed to fight


She stayed


We sang our symphonies together, our plights forgotten 


She still held my hands

No more alone


She still whispered my name

In mysterious dark dreams


This beauty I speak of

From realms unseen


Some know her as Aphrodite

The Goddess of your Dreams


I simply knew her as Love

My beautiful Queen


We still met in ever-changing routines


We still stumbled and fell

But still, she stayed


And loved all that I am


Through Heaven's elations and Hell's unwelcome relations


I met her at birth, this much she whispered


She looked deep into my eyes as I entered the world


She murmured my secret name as I begged for air


She told me a sacred truth


Love sees you no matter your gender

Status or skin


She always returns to lead you into or out of sin


Just open your heart

And she will always come in


I am now an old man

And as I lay on my bed


As I look at my life as I near the end


Love still is beside me as she looks in my eyes


She said


Love stays forever and never really dies


She stroked my hair and murmured like a seductress well-fed


She'll visit me in the skies, and once more we'll be wed


Our love will last forever, and the angels will sing


We'll dance forever in heavenly moonlight


As we take over Celestial's dance floor


She bowed, kissed and whispered into my ear


We are eternal


So of this life

Do not cry if it ends


We will embrace so soon

Once more again


For you are my lover and my eternal friend


And as my heart starts to fade and my heart loses its strength


Inside I soar


For I know we'll be reunited again


I met her in Life on the day of my birth


She followed my adventures here on this earth


In heaven, we will soon sing


So as I leave this old life

I feel blessed to have been married to Love


My spiritual wife


As I transfer to the angelic realms


I hope to see her still holding my hands

Still looking deep into my eyes


For we still share life's wedding bands


Be lucky like me

For true love never dies


This is the Ballad of a Lucky Man

A man married to Love for all of his life


A man proud to have embraced her and called her his wife


And as I leave this message for you to read


All I wish for you

Is a sip of Love's seductive mead


For love is true beauty

Beyond trouble and strife


I hope she visits you throughout all of your life


Someone to hold through all of life's mysterious dark nights


Someone to embrace on love's many beaches


Someone to just love you

And always leave you speechless


So here I am

As angels beckon me to leave


Just remember 


Love will visit

You just have to believe


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

One for the curious

 


Blessed be. 

Velumbound. 


(A lone voice whispers) 



Was Bram Stoker's Dracula simply based upon Addiction?


Is that magnificent novel, Dracula, partly based upon Bram Stoker's keen eye as he regarded people as he strode daily through London, and helped him conjure up a magnificent and frightful character?


Which has transcended time and space for generations?


Was Bram Stoker's Dracula simply a well-known London socialite – a well-heeled drug pusher of the time? 


A well-dressed, wealthy and striking-looking character with a dominating personality?


A man who was unknown to the many but to the few — created a whole legion of addicts prowling the heady streets of London. 


Seeking money through any means possible — to get bestowed more of the magic powder he gave them via an injection.


Did Bram Stoker simply infuse the symptoms and behaviour patterns of the heroin or opium addicts and their supplier to create a mythology, which survives to this day, and beyond?


While he was not a typical drug dealer, was he instead a socialite?


Did he know or mix with those who engaged in such activities, supplied by a well-heeled dealer, whom he based his iconic mesmerising character on?


Dracula's character is a hypnotic figure that creates a faithful legion that eventually falls under his control; 


Did Bram Stoker witness the demise of actors within the Lyceum Theatre and fall under the control of a Svengali-type character supplying them?


In today’s climate of regulations, it is hard to believe, but in early- and mid-Victorian Britain it was possible to walk into a chemist’s shop and buy, without prescription, laudanum, cocaine, and even arsenic. 


Opium preparations were also sold freely in towns on market halls and in the countryside by travelling hawkers.


Until 1868, the sale of drugs was practically unrestricted, and they could be bought like any other commodity.


 During the Industrial Revolution, drug use in England grew rampant, particularly among the working classes.


Drugs were brought to Britain from every corner of the expanding British Empire, and the amount of opium imported was particularly staggering.


Dangerous drugs were commonly used for making home remedies and less frequently as a recreation for the bored and alienated people.


The recreational use of opiates was popular particularly with pre-Victorian and Victorian artists and writers.


There was no moral condemnation of the use of opiates, and their use was not regarded as addiction but rather as a habit in the Victorian period.


 “Dark England” was only a stone’s throw away — with its opium dens in London’s East End, as was described in the popular press and books.


The Romantic era writers, such as Thomas De Quincey (1785-1859) and Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834), used drugs (mostly opium and its derivatives) for both medicinal and recreational purposes.


 De Quincey described minutely the non-medical use of opiates in his book, Confessions of an Opium-Eater (1821).


 He “ate opium” in the shape of pills or pellets.


 Coleridge, who suffered from neuralgic and rheumatic pains, tried to relieve them with opium or its derivatives.


It is believed that he composed his famous poem, “Kubla Khan,” in a dream induced by laudanum.


Coleridge struggled with his drug dependence all his life.


 His daughter, Sara (1802-1852), confided to a friend that she was unable to sleep without laudanum.


Other poets, including Lord Byron, John Keats, and Percy Shelle, (His wife was Mary Shelley – Frankenstein’s creator), took laudanum from a vial for medicinal and recreational uses.


Byron’s daughter, Ada Lovelace (1815-1852), a mathematical genius and the first computer programmer, became addicted to laudanum, having been prescribed it for asthma.


“In London, there is an East End and a West End. In the West End are those fortunate ones who are sent into the world with a kiss. In the East End are the others.


Here live the poor, the shamed, those whom Fate, seeing how shrunken and bent they are as they creep through the gates of life, spat in the face for good measure.


In this East End a corner has been set aside where, not content with the spittle, Fate sends the poor on their way with a blow, a kick, and their hats shoved over their eyes.


 In this spot, with the holy name Whitechapel, l we would have to sink or swim, survive or go under, find bread, or if we could not, find death.”


– Jacob Adler (1855 – 1926)


The Signs of a Heroin User for a modern addict, but can you imagine the signs in 1890!


Change in Behaviour


Someone with a heroin addiction may show a sudden behaviour change. 


This could include becoming lethargic, hostile, unmotivated or displaying an uncaring attitude.


Academic or work performance may begin to decline, and if it becomes severe, the person may drop out of school, quit or get fired from work.


Some addicts will begin taking risks and putting themselves in situations that they normally wouldn’t have put themselves in, such as joining a gang or stealing.


Others will push people away and become isolated in fear that loved ones will figure out they are using heroin.


Disorientation due to the drug’s effects may be another sign. 


The person may have a difficult time understanding things, remembering and taking direction.


The addict may seem anxious, and this contributes to these issues.


Many times, people who use drugs also become anxious because they fear they won’t be able to get their next fix in time.


Changes in Personal Appearance


Along with a heroin user’s uncaring attitude comes a decline in personal hygiene and an unkempt appearance.


Due to changes in sleep patterns (either sleeping too much or not enough), people who use heroin may lose motivation to take care of themselves.


Changes in Physical Appearance


Some heroin users who still have control over themselves will manage to keep their personal appearance up, but their changes in physical appearance aren’t as easily controlled.


Due to snorting the drug, the person may experience a chronic runny nose and watery eyes. 


While this may seem like cold symptoms, someone who uses heroin will have these symptoms for much longer than the symptoms of a virus would last.


Heroin addicts who use needles will have needle marks on their body.


They may not be easily seen since many users will hide them by covering them up with clothing.


Slurred speech is also typical of a heroin user.


While it may be easy for an addict to sound normal at first, after some time talking, the person’s speech might slow down and may become difficult to understand.


So back to the question. 


Does the trademark puncture wound simply represent the needle marks of an easily bought set from the local chemist - or the expensive tools of a wealthy dealer supplying a certain circle of writers or actors?


Does Dracula's thirst for more victims represent a certain character within Bram Stoker's horizons, a person who strove to create an endless line of victims to line his own pockets?


Are all the victims in the book pale, always extremely tired and looking ill due to the addiction taking effect?


Did the Svengali character only appear at night searching for new victims, usually at rich balls or galas, as depicted within most modern depictions?


Writers all based stories around people or landscapes they are privy to — have we, for all these years, simply watched a clever storyline interwoven with tales of Want created through drug addiction by a Svengali of the late 1890s?


Has the Want been reflected by the Svengali — forever chasing down more victims, and the victims, wanting to experience a newer magical essence which is permeating the social scene?


Seeking to become newer members of a secret club, or are already well insinuated within?


Have a wonderful time pondering these thoughts. 


Salute. 



(C)

Copyright John Duffy


Saturday, September 26, 2026

Sunday's Blessings

 


Blessed be. 

Velumbound. 


(A lone voice whispers) 


The most important story we will write within our lifetime is not one created with ink but simply of choice.


The past and the present are inextricably linked, but we have something called Choice. 


To disentangle and rise above circumstances that created who we are due to our past and present situations


We can still rewrite our own future simply by choosing to change.


Our lives are moulded by choices; 


First we decide, and then our choices make us.


What we think, we become.


You are different if you're here because of all those subtle things which make you beautiful inside and out.


So scatter kindness wherever you venture, as you never know when it may be needed by you in return.


Always believe that you have your own unique abilities to transform the impossible into reality.


End every day with a positive thought. 


No matter how hard things were, tomorrow’s a fresh opportunity to make it Better.


So be it.


For to truly live is sometimes the rarest thing in the world


Some choose to simply exist and accept the mundane.


Choose Epic.


For your life is your imprint upon all you meet; 


Be gracious, generous and gregarious.


Above all, have a great night wherever you are.


Omnia Vincit Amor (L)

Love Conquers All


(C) 

Copyright John Duffy

Transcendence