The Call of Jesu

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(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.