Have You Read Mea Culpa (L)

Poems of heartbreak will still sing soft lullabies down through the ages. Here's but another.

Salute.

Press play and let the music wash over you as you read.

Salute.

Although you left me

One night for another

Leaving me forever to sit alone in the dark

Castaway to wander lonely streets

Always forsaken and painfully apart

Even though your golden wedding ring

Still adorns my finger

And tendrils of our beloved treasured

Memories still linger

Despite through stealing the heart

Of a younger stranger

Leaving me

Heartbroken

Feeling rejected and neglected

Like an adolescent teenager

Mea Culpa

It was all my fault

I just loved you too much

Copyright John Duffy

Memories

(A lone voice whispers)

I once walked 

Tripping through what I thought were LSD Strawberry Fields

Which seemed to go on forever

As the Beetles sang about free love

In good old Sixty seven

Danced with flowers in my hair

In the red hot summer of love

As I watched some of my old musical legends

Some now singing up in heaven

Janis Joplin

The Who

Joe Cocker and the legendary Phoenix

Jimi Hendrix 

Play Woodstock in Sixty-nine

When free love didn't cost a penny or even a dime

I was young ready and stayed alive

Listening to the

Bee Gees in the Seventies

Whilst overseas

I relaxed with a cold beer 

Watching Frankie And his two Tribes 

Go to war

In The Eighties

As Princess Diana 

Got married with all the pomp and expensive public festivities

Which soon would turn from incredible happiness 

Into an extraordinary dark place 

Filled with mental disabilities

I once flew a red kite in Cornwall on holiday 

With one of my firm favourite first ladies

Our holy Madonna

Listening like a brand-new virgin

On my new white Sony Walkman

As her wild music

Awakened rather Strange urges

All these magnificent memories

I'll forever try to cling on to 

Like a lovesick devotee

But now slowly falling

Like wind-swept golden leaves

From my ageing memory tree

They are slowly burnt 

As they are set free

It's a tragic thing

being that solitary thing

That not only I can see

As this dreadful forgetful disease

Tries to consume every single beautiful part of me

But my Memory Tree

Still has so many golden leaves to quietly fall

That I still live in hope that many will not be obediently recalled 

And in a willful celebration of that inner strength

And to you

Dearest reader

This is one of my last ever poems

While I have the freewill to still give

Remember me

My name is William World

The third 

From a loving family of 6 strong boys and two beautiful girls

Now sitting somewhere warm

In a nice care home 

In the middle of New Mexico 

As I await the drumroll of the Tall Man and his marching band   

The Collectors

To then go home to see the Silver City in the Promised Land

Where I pray and hope 

Somebody still remembers me

Copyright John Duffy

 

The last message sent to Arabella by Jacob

 

Press play before reading. Salute.

(A lone voice whispers)

Two of the hardest things you'll ever face in your life

My viewers 

Wherever in the Great Other Side

You many reside

Is to find the courage to say "Hello

To the one you truly love

 

And then the profound strength to pay your respects 

To then whisper

"Goodbye 

And so it is with me after I died

For whenever I pause in these quiet tranquil moments 

Sat in here 

All by myself

By the moving rocks and lost in deep thoughts in this swirling grey smoke 

That would make any living person choke

Now I'm a citizen of The Great In-Between 

I sometimes still think about all those long hot Summers nights 

So long ago

When we once walked by the Hawaiian blue sea

Hand in hand

And we were totally unafraid to be seen

I still get drenched by the sweetest thoughts of you and me

Memories of a fierce love

Which must have shone like a lighthouse beacon for miles around 

Angels flying above ground 

Watching 

Must have felt it was a deep love 

Many could only dream of 

For it was so damn gorgeous and profound

Those old hot yellow city lights

I bet they still carry vivid memories 

Of an extraordinary time

Where we held each other's soft hands 

And everything seemed to be just alright 

But like a pale white vulnerable feather

Blowing carefree in the Four Winds

Crazy blustery weather 

I then always remember 

How you foolishly surrendered to the whims

Of the Dark Gatherer of all Mortal Temptations

And like an act from the Devils favourite playbook

Our intense love was viciously ripped from our carefully constructed cross of truth 

By slanderous accusations 

Spoken by jealous crooks

To then be slowly and tragically forgotten 

And following in turn 

Depressingly by so many newly enabled others 

Casually dismembered 

With their judgemental narratives 

Singing sad songs of

Theres no chance of Redemption

Now I guess when I reflect

We were like two painful characters from a dystopian fantasy called Twelfth Night

A terrible version of a classic Shakespearean Play

No one cares or even wants to remember

But I'll still treasure and carry those beloved beautiful memories everywhere 

Now I'm free from the clutches of life and all its complicated and sometimes crazy games

Of four footsteps walking in unison by the Hawaiian blue sea

Where I'll get ultimately drenched and soaking wet by the sweetest thoughts 

Of just you and me

Memories of a fierce wild unrestricted love

Which still shines so bright today like it once originally did

Towering all above the hot yellow city lights

Of a time we once held soft hands 

And the future seemed so full of auspicious things

 

Which resonated with so much bright red light 

Beloved memories of us entwining to make love by candlelight 

To keep warm throughout all those cold but soul-thrilling 

December winters nights 

When the world seemed so still and perfect 

And all the gossips and racketeers were carefully hidden out of sight

I still miss you 

My beloved Arabella

If only to just hear your lovely soothing voice 

In this neverending twilight

I'm sure it would push back this ever-swirling darkness and show me my own 

Yellow Brick Road to Saint Peter and Heavens welcoming bright white lights 

I'm so proud that I once found the courage to say "Hello

And now 

After all these years

I've now finally found the strength to let you go and say "Goodbye 

I'll always remember you as I ascend

Your one true love who stayed loyal until the very end

And one day when you too wake in the Great In-Between

We'll start over and make up

Yours forever

Your eternal soulmate who's once mortal name was simply plain old Jacob

Copyright John Duffy 

The Candle Maker Speaks

 

Press play before reading.

Salute.

(A lone voice whispers)

Hey you

I see you 

You know

All the way from in here

Wherever you go

Do you just wish to escape your bored or harsh reality

So all those chained up fears and emotions can be set free 

If only for a day

A week or even an hour or two

Would you like to seek sanctuary in my Red Church 

If I invited you in

For I can feel it in your unspoken words

I can feel strands of all those urgent longings 

As they impatiently 

line up to return

Do you want me to send out a telepathic invitation

To tempt you to begin

So I can pour a glass of holy red wine as this red candle burns

To tempt us to sin

To then turn the slow music up and let our bodies use it

To then dance real close as the record spins

With a look of devilment in each other's eyes

And reflected in the movements of hungry lips

With hands wrapped tightly around each other's swaying hips

I know we'll reach new stimulating plateaus and sensuously erotic heights

Where no-one ever cries or dies

A new time zone where the world stops and time hangs so still

Trapped in dark skies as our once silent hopes and dreams are finally fulfilled 

Then I'll pour some more delicious red wine as our once lonely bodies 

Find a new rhythm to unwind

I just know you'll plead to turn the slow music up

Even more as this hot record drops

So our now hot bodies can use and abuse it

Dancing real close as we watch the setting Sun

And both praying this moment will last forever 

And these new emotional streams

Will never stop

Then waving goodbye to Old Mother Moon 

As she begins her slow march home

Shall we disappear somewhere so lucid

A place where we can lay together safely forever

As new sensations are introduced to be looted

And as some beautiful slow music plays and all those red candles burn

Do you too wish for all our once offered divine prayers and unspoken dreams 

To slowly materialise and sing into being

This visceral vision I just keep seeing

A profound impression reflected on every surface 

Whenever I pause to think of you 

This unspoken bond we now share

I now know there can be no untying 

For it now screams for a life of passion

Filled with new meaning

 

Offering us a rare 

Once in a lifetime chance of freedom 

If only we're both brave enough to walk into and breathe deeply

The winds of change as they quickly blow and plead with them to take us away

After giving us much-needed keys 

To a golden new kingdom 

Copyright John Duffy 

A Call to Mary

 

Press play and let the music wash over you as you read.

 (A lone voice whispers)

My precious Mary Louise 

If you're listening 

You're still the fabulous coveted cascade of warm emotions

Within this new life

My beloved darling wife

That I still want to touch 

Hold and pray to every night 

To just dream about

Life may have knocked me down and out

But I just want to be filled and brimming over 

With all those crazy mesmerising dreams

For your exceptional memories still have the raw power 

To conjure up such tranquillity and pure joy

Day in and day out 

A heaven-sent means to melt this huge iceberg 

Embracing the very fabric of my so sad soul

And trying to hold me like a helpless prisoner 

In one of my many deeply hidden underground streams

All the passing season's ethereal love songs 

I still sometimes hear in here

Lost in the throes of Spring

Summer Autumn and Winter

But particularly at Christmas 

Are just filled with heartfelt choruses

That reminds me of that soft eternal kiss

Of your exquisite sweet red lips

An incredible moment that left a fingerprint on my heart's clean window 

That even after all these passing years 

Still glows

A brief taste of something so magical beyoñd all my comprehension

That offered me so much hope and a chance of divine redemption

But now I'm like a lone prisoner in this Great In-Between

Which some others in here call the 5th Dimension

And it's that old assurance of our eventual return

I'll always miss

Since our unspoken pact to be together forever

Still sings a sweet symphony into Heavens silvery mists

A divine melody of unchained excitement

To break all chains of my everlasting confinement 

And like whispers of an abundance of carnal lyrics and captivating poetry 

Filled with joyous lines of a pain-free existence 

Merged and infused with surreal magic at its deep centre

Moving freely with no resistance 

It sings its own mesmerising verses 

From the opened mouths of ethereal silhouettes

Swirling all around me as I 

In The Great In-Between

Weep

For I always hear your soul’s deep calls

Asking me to appear and hold on to you forever 

Before this treacherous glass Astral bridge

Between two realms

I now stand upon 

As I try to appear to claim you 

Breaks and falls 

And as the dark slippery shadow people advance

In my deep dreams 

I always stand in awe and watch in a hypnotic trance

As you perform your sensuous sword dance

To announce to the watching spirits guides

Pagan Gods

Angels and even lower vibrational devils

Our old preordained romance still has a chance

Even as they all watch and advance 

Over these dire glass bridges and landscapes 

As the world nearly halts due to this Covid 19 pandemic 

Which could soon send her to me early

Through strange mitigating circumstances

My Goddess

My Queen

My mystical lover and soulmate

I still dream of from here

In the dark recesses of The Great In-Between

Copyright John Duffy

Fredericko Speaks From The Other Side

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Well hello to you all

Out there 

Still globally surviving in the land of the living 

Even though

I'm in here unseen

In the Old Realms of Spiritual Bioengineering 

As I speak to you from here

The Great Lands of The In-Between

Today it's finally my chance to talk

And my theme is spreading your glorious light 

As you still walk

So let me begin 

Do you even know

That the human condition has always been the ultimate surrealist

Angelic painter's palette

Regardless of the effects of sin

A rare mixture of deep dark shadows and bright unforgiving lights

Shades of personal purple contentment

Infused with heartbreaking crimson coloured charts 

Overflowing with so many samples of complicated pain

All dancing unpredictability in tandem 

All over this beautiful ever-spinning planet in the falling rain 

And as with all things in life

Two things constantly remain

Duality

For as much as you shine your own blessed light

You must also be aware of not casting your negativity 

Through other subtle means or interactions upon others

For the growing darkness may try to consume you

In an unseen reaction 

You see

You must  

At one point in your lives

Pivot 

And see your darkest factions

For to face your innermost fears 

Is to help cleanse them with hope courage and emancipation wet tears

I can only pray you have the strength to pivot and face your own sadness

To then stand up proudly like a true soul champion 

And hold your weary candle higher

So others can better see their own dark shadows

To help them confront all that concealed pain and eventually

Lead them out of life’s deep and sometimes dark meadows 

To start a fresh stress-free campaign  

Will you encourage lost souls 

To dance with their devils in the pale moonlight

To dare to embrace with all their might

Some distressing so well hidden emotional issues 

That prevents them from smiling and living

They might need to drag out into the light

For the soul's expedition 

Is not to save the many layers of mankind or to stand up and preach

But rather to just refine others

If they appear willingly and ask for help

Within its reach

For the gift of your heart and soul

Dear listener

Has always been your divine grand work

Just that you can sometimes forget 

As its current living clerk 

Trying to navigate this time around 

As it's a long work in progress 

And you may sometimes lose your mind 

In the long process

So why not just hack Life back 

Condition the ordinary to be goddam extraordinary

Commission compassion and love to be your proud and brave standard-bearers

Tap into the deep divine by cleansing the intense depths of your mind

Celebrate your life as your own darkness unwinds

Dare to live within your own grand cleansing 

And make that grand balancing and correlation

A means to defeat the armies of infernal damnation

That's always rising 

For to never seek internal happiness and all its incredible celebrations

As you still live through life and its ever-changing constellations

Is simply a desecration that's completely inexcusable

So levitate your life with random and simple acts of kindness

To rise above all the world's many known

And unknown dictators and their acts of critical subjugation

Try to stand together as one 

To then rise higher in jubilation  

  

As you embrace the true validation of who you all are

And glow a shade brighter from that soul-changing revelation

That you only require our your own thoughts of self-acceptance 

And revel in that pivotal acquisition

That you are unique beyond all those who try to defeat you

With their fake lies and cheap jealous accusations or allegations 

What says you

Will you try to do 

As I try to advise you to do?

Will you try to live a true life to showcase the real you

Copyright John Duffy

Vida Calls

  

Press play and let the emotional music wash over you as you read. Salute.

(A lone voice whispers)

I dreamt of an extraordinary golden portal

Of entering

A strange shimmering  doorway 

With its twinkling boundaries 

Covered in sparkling black and green diamonds 

And streaked grey marble

To reappear 

In a dark wood 

To this day

I've never seen

And a striking lady

Dressed from head to toe in white 

With a vivid red headdress 

Appeared like a beautiful dark-haired siren

In the middle of that total solitude 

Announcing her presence 

With the accompanying moonlight 

She stood proudly

Emanating a sense of freedom from involuntary servitude

With luscious inviting red lips and mesmerising blue eyes

And within that

Woodland glade 

As she stood proudly 

Surrounded by a bright silver and opaque light

Amongst the watching audience's of hidden nightingales 

Other mesmerised men and women 

Summoned just like me

Visitors from through strange portals

Crows and other mysterious creatures 

Awaiting her rather exciting tales

She spoke

With such a strength in her voice that declared openly

With a sense of supernatural confidence and clarity 

That would never fail 

As her eyes looked around

Their stunning blueness highlighted by her white as winters cloak

I once knew you all

Gathered here in another lifetime

From centuries past 

So long

Long ago

When you once sacrificed

All you had 

When you remembered 

You were once mine

Would you now in 2021

Still stand bravely beside me 

And sing our eternal song of freedom 

For all to hear who come

Beyond all of your new life's consequences or hate crimes

And shamelessly share with me and all others

All your hidden emotions

From the beating treasure chest 

Of your innermost desires

Carried and represented like silver nickels and endless dimes 

Before your own 

Great Golden Bell chimes

To still embrace me

In here 

Your Goddess

With a repeated oath to acquiesce

Like you once made 

With your last visit

To my secret Astral Woodland Shrine

Many years ago in nineteenth sixty-nine

Will you remember

You were previously anointed in one of my Secretive Temples of Appollo 

By one of my bloodlines 

As she spoke 

Just before I awoke

She looked at me and all the others 

Seeming straight in the eyes 

All at once 

And we exchanged these lasting words of farewell

Telepathically in that surreal swirling flux

With the ringing of this

 

My golden invocation bell

I now cast a new spell

As this Frankincense rises 

To usher in a New Age 

Through the use of this ancient well 

Of life-changing knowledge

She pointed to a small waterfall with her jewel-encrusted Athame

For you all to drink from

Until you're sated

As you then all walk back home 

From whence you came

And then begin to turn The Great Books many unread pages

For now together and evermore 

We stand

Soul to soul and

Hand in hand 

As before

Everywhere and anywhere you may choose to go

Never to wander alone

Neglected 

Never again to be dethroned or

Flagellated  

In the envious green eyes of every nation

As we stride towards this Great Old Oak Tree

Nearby

To our preordained sanctuary 

To sit amongst the ever-present bluebells

And white, pink, red, and blue daisies

By its Holy Sea

For all the watching 

Angels and spirits 

To our reunion 

See

Risking spiritual utlegation and all outward tales of temptation 

For what will be 

Will have to be

So mote it be

What says you

Will you still follow

This eternal oracle of Apollo

Like in your past lives

When I blessed and swallowed all your pain and sorrows

Me

A Goddess who sings from beyond the many golden portals

From a place where visitors souls could be slowly hollowed

As they are forever captured and collared

Like a new slave of the Great Reset 

Or shall I cancel this dream for the another

One you would rather all forget 

Then like a Sorceress in the night 

She suddenly disappeared and left

Leaving us all

The other people

Creatures and me

Looking around in total astonishment

But unconsciously whispering 

Yes

Copyright John Duffy

The Call of Jesu

Press play before reading. Salute.

(A lone voice whispers)

Let me in

I whisper into the all-consuming darkness

As it floats across deep blue oceans and rocky yellow sandy seashores

To warm you my new love

For I am so hot

Let my whispered hypnotic spells

Carried by grey smoke in the gushing four winds

Reach those once frozen tears

Falling from those beautiful eyes and reach deep into your lonely heart.

Feel its red flame

Crimson

As it engulfs you with total ease

Hot to the touch like fire

So addictive and seductively consuming

But beware

When it touches human souls

Some are emotionally 

Ruined forever 

Like a rare expensive bottle of red wine

Bestowed from the dark places unvisited and opened prematurely 

Let me melt those cold glaciers that surround you with soul-warming fires

Burning and spinning within my endless dark eyes

Like two burning pyres 

Feel the heat from my healing hands on your blazing desires 

The breath of my mouth

Tasting each word as your soul opens up 

Its dark doors and pleads intensely to confess

No more to wait

But to climb my red ladder out of the darkness of Naamah's 

Endless grey void

Before your beautiful soul is tainted and stands in line 

Waiting in long lines of the paranoid as they linger  

With so many others who make a mockery of emotions

Before they are destroyed 

Let me instil hope so you no more lie frozen under heartbroken spells

Conjured by dark shadows 

From leather-bound grimoires from the Lesser Key of Solomon

As you bathe in deep silence under a darkened purple-hued sky

Let that flame that once flickered so low but never really died

Those discarded old dreams which once laid forgotten in old days and lonely nights

Come back to life 

As I force back Damballa's darkness with my shining Astral knife

Are you kneeling and vulnerable in your red room

Awaiting my soft touch

Can I baptise you like Saint John The Baptist

To walk knee-deep into new seas of Galilee

Is that low spark of Longing

On fire in your deep centre

Your precious divine spiritual altar

Aflame and burning so bright

Are you ready to get drunk on this communal 

Potion 

I always carry

Stolen from the fortified encampments on the perilous mountains of Asmodeus

Called Mother Temptation 

Will you drink and feel the exhilarating burn

To melt as all those old once hidden feelings 

Slowly return

So you can then sleep unfrozen as they creep in

Is it then you will ask me

In hushed soft whispers to take you under and whisper new inspirational spells

To listen as you then slowly confess 

As your inner soul no longer weeps 

Just say yes

And acquiesce

My new muse

I'll be that willing shoulder and ear to listen

As all your previous fears have a means to be expressed

Watching your eyes shine in a new half-light and begin to glisten

As you embrace a new sense of freedom as I give you the keys

To a new unvisited kingdom

Copyright John Duffy

I rather like creating supernatural pieces, littered with light and dark references.

I just have a strange ethereal kaleidoscope, I use to describe emotional driven poetic short story's. 

Are the story's just whispering voices in the darkness from the Great In-Between?

Are they reflective in nature? 

I suppose it's just a reflection of how humanity is shaped. 

There must be both light and dark in our lives. 

For to know and treasure the light of happiness, when it comes, 

we need to have sometimes drunk a sip from darkness hot liquor.

To then stand tall in front of all

Without a flicker or meditation and accept Faiths divine Invitation 

Whenever it's presented! 

Salute. 

The Scarlet Woman

 

Press play before reading. Salute.

More channelling from The Great In-Between.

Tonight's visitor is The Scarlet Woman. 

Here's her story. Whispered as I patiently listened.

(A lone voice whisper)

With tired brown eyes that glisten

I can still remember when I was called by all

A Scarlet Woman

When I was once alive

Like I was been christened

But I never really cared

For I just loved him even more

 

Because hard love doesn't come without any risks

Especially for the unprepared 

I still miss you, Paul

I always used to call up 

Around at eight

When she went out working as a shipping clerk

To do my nights dirty work

We loved to smoke blunts and drink sweet white liquor 

After the floorboards had been well shucked and the living room lights flickered

We adored making small talk and watching the old wall clock tick

Me

Sat afterwards in my stunning red dress and smeared bright red lipstick 

And him in his white vest and blue jeans

I bet we both looked like complete lunatics

And as we felt the intense sexual tensions rise

As our wet skins once more screamed

What happens tonight in this bedroom

Will be our last time

A sweet poetic thought they wore out every night

For true love makes you commit all sorts of deceptive crimes

We made our way to bed once more 

Licked up with some cheap liquor called Moonshine

For we lived and danced in a blissful repertory of slim fingers 

And hungry wet tongues

A silent unspoken language of liberty and freedom

Bereft of no wrongs

We conjoined in Mother Darkness and prayed for the everlasting night

For we knew in the daylight

We must depart before she arrived

Oh how I should now feel truly sorry for my devious ways

But I was just another scarlet woman  

Chasing a married man

In one of the worlds many plays

If because of it

I'm dammed forever 

Who cares

If you're reading this

Somewhere out there 

In the land of the living 

Paul

It's me your sweetheart 

The one who once appeared and called every night

In the dark at 8

And loved you 

With all I had

Standing bravely owning all that online  hate 

This may be too late

But it's me

Rosanne

Always watching you from in here 

The Great In-Between

Inside these dark gates

Remember me when your time too comes 

And I'll find you before you stand before him 

Him who speaks in all the strange languages of the Holy Tongues 

When you're summoned for your reckoning 

By the beating of the Black Drums

Copyright John Duffy 

Has Evelynn the Angel visited you!

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Have you ever felt me as you begin to quietly fall sleep

Tiptoeing and silently creeping in

Reaching deep into your mind 

To soothe your soul as it quietly weeps

Sliding gently beside those warm

thighs and

Wiping away all those wet tears you've once cried

And as the cock slowly but crows

Under the birth of the early morning Sun

I just disappear into the dreamy ether

Of who knows as Daylight
Fires its starting gun

And society wakes up 

To once again run

Copyright John Duffy 

Montserrat. The 10th Angel. Speaks

  Press play and let the music wash over your senses as you read. Salute. 

(A lone voice whispers)

After long nights filled with deep despair and incredible pain

Will you still try to rise like the early morning Sun

To challenge your heartbroken life again

With all the time that still remains

Do you daily pray to the Most High

To try to find some divine strength 

To try to stand up bravely on your own two feet but still feel so lost 

Like a lone sentry 

Walking in sad circles

Like a crazy audition for Groundhog Day 

Stuck in a loop filled with neverending rehearsals 

In the Sons of Perditions

inferno flames

Or will you summon me to help extinguish its many infernal names

That encourages weakness in the stillness of darkness

For I don't care for all your human academic labels

Degrees, gender, status, creed or wealth 

I just wanted to know if you're still willing and able

To listen to this form of divine communication 

And some of its inspiring and maybe life-changing implications 

To help improve your mental health 

Or if you just want to sit alone

At some fear-filled table

For the company

You keep in these dark covid filled days 

Of empty but so many disturbing lonely moments

Are so important  

For that new company could appear to be great true friends

On the surface to your face

But they could also be simply gaslighting robots and depots

And who 

If it's good advice you seek

You should stay away from 

Like in Sodom and Gomorrah

That biblical tale about that courageous soul called Lot

If you really need my help 

Light a candle and say my name three times

Then blow it out 

Montserrat 

hear my call

Montserrat 

hear my call

Montserrat 

hear my call

So be it

And I'll appear to guide you out of your pit of desperation 

But only if you swear on your soul

A solemn declaration to honour and to my wishes submit

Wherever you go

Copyright John Duffy

 

The Love Letter

 

Press play before reading. Salute.

(A lone voice whispers)

Your sacred words

My beloved Laura

Written and cast into every living atom 

In every known space

When I read hear 

Or feel their spellbinding call

Even from in here

The Great In-Between

They still fill me up with a wild sensuously driven

Flash of spectacular energy

A delicious fleshy cup of velvety 

Dark wanton sweet-smelling pleasure

I just dream and lust for

Starting at the stroke of midnight

To every damn daylight

To drink from 

To erode this neverending misery

As my soul is under constant attack 

With visceral artillery shells fired from beloved memories

From my lifes previous history 

For you're the foretold one 

According to this Seers Tarot cards sitting beside me

If only I could still take a sip of your precious aura

Like the day we got married and you dressed in white

Wearing that silver tiara 

As you once again plead feverishly

Shaking your head side to side 

In the middle of a dark night 

With uncontrollable erotic energy 

As you beg to come

Are all these illicit forbidden words that I cast out in return

My beloved muse

Just like a slow tango

A complicated frantic dance 

Building in tempo 

Filled with chaotic sensuous tension

Intermixed with painful outbreaks of ferocious apprehension 

But all the while building to an exhilarating

Earth-shaking sensational climax and crescendo

As this intrepid gameplay 

That proceeds the merging of the flesh 

Teaches the soul

To walk up newer spiritual steps and to trawl deeper emotional depths

Is it why I just return every time

Just hoping and praying

You'll eventually say

Willingly when you arrive here

To all within reach

A resounding YES

Confessing silently with a telepathic exchange

With the nine watching emissaries from the Grey Castle

Beyond all known Constellations

That you'll be mine 

So all this pain and silent suffering I've endured

Can begin to unravel

With your final act of reconciliation 

Copyright John Duffy

JFK speaks from The Great In-Between.

(A strong voice whispers)

As I view the world from in here

The Great In-Between

It just fills me with a sense of ever-growing fear

Of what I've seen

So much suffering

And seemingly endless pain

A world awash in the throes of all those

Who are just corrupt

Blindly trying to secure

All they can gain

They need to be stopped

To be defeated by the rising consciousness

Of a reunited and renewed humanity

Don’t let your planet

Go to waste

It’s never too late

Look at Fukushima

The rising levels of destitution

Racism and cleverly conjured up means of mandates and separation

Leading to new forms of segregation

Secret societies

Human and child traffickers 

The homeless numbers rising

The endless lines of the hungry and the poor

Food shortages

For if you all

Don’t rise and do more

The Four Horsemen from the Bible

Will just ride in and stand in full view

In every country

Political pews

To control all corrupt

Governments black and white

Dance floors

All this talk of vaccines and covid nineteen

Covertly funded marches and bankrolled doctors and politicians

Who are all part of that deep state infernal machine

Your world needs the means to breathe

Don’t be one of the many

Who turns a blind eye and when it all turns black

Don’t be one of the many

Like all those already in here

Don’t give your soul

Another reason to grieve

Fight for a new freedom

Give your life a reason

For to change the future

You just have to believe in the Great Awakening

Go back to my speeches in the Sixties

They were just the beginning 

Copyright John Duffy