The Monologue of The Night Raven

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(A lone voice whispers)

Some people like to wear their hearts on their sleeves

And smile at the watching world

It's so much more courageous and revolutionary than anything

I could ever conceive 

For I used to like to keep mine undercover 

Like carefully hidden artillery guns

So it could recuperate and give it time

To try to let it breathe

To be freed from all the subtle and traumatic wars 

I once had to endure 

As I sought a means to quell all those tragic sensations and vivid recollections

Which must be cured

For I know now 

Deep down 

All those sad things needed to run their course 

As I sit in here

In the Grey Hall in The Great In-Between  

Tapping my feet like the approach of Tanaka

The Tall Man's mythical black horse

Listening to the bustling swirling wind as it blows over yonder 

As I ponder 

About all the why's and what for's

The memes and themes of all that depressing pain that eventually followed

Each time that I once delicately swallowed 

Delicious mouthfuls of memories tablets

Things will never be the same and I take my hat off

To all those who suffer getting it wet as they wear their hearts on their sleeves 

Like a rare electromagnet

It's just a crazy concept and one I can never believe or grow to accept

For inside now I'm without you

I'll just wander in solitude

Living on my own and some nights when I'm sat alone 

Sipping something dark and so fulfilling 

Thinking about the last time I saw your beautiful face and we rolled around playfully

Wrapped up together we thought forever 

Until illness came and called you home

And it's why even in these lower levels of The Astral Halls

I'll forever just grieve as your beloved name I still call

For I once played and sung heart filled symphonies

To all the watching angels

In the hot summer sun

Smiled and loved a strange woman who I never met but slowly got to know

As my life picked up pace and started to run

Roared when she died and cried when my higher self soared in anguish 

When God came and whispered on the 15th of June last year

In our bedroom of 54 years

Genevieve

Its time to leave

But we're being reunited and new horizons beckon

After I too crossed over

And good old Archangel Michael said she's regained her memories and she now wants to see me

New people and newer places

Faces filled with a new form of adulation 

So look after yourself and thanks for listening as I go to grant my beloved 

Her beautiful last wish

Happiness always finds a way even in death

Genevieve and The Night Raven

Soon to be together again

To walk hand in hand

To Eternity in this neverending falling rain 

Copyright John Duffy

The Succubus

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**The Succubus**0

(A lone voice whispers)

As entered my 
Secret White Room

Late last night

A place I constructed 
In the Great In-Between to relax

There
Low and behold 
On my black leather chair

Dressed all in white and
Laid asleep

Was
A luscious
Shimmering form

As I approached 
Its glistening seductive shape

I saw it suddenly
Shake off its
Mesmerising alabaster cape

Before I could choose to think to quickly escape

It revealed
Its true inner self

She looked so luscious from head to toe

My heart whispered that now wasn't the time to be scared or to run or go

Her raven-coloured hair
And seductive dark eyes
Whispered

Of deep and guilty
Pleasures and luscious wild places

I must be bold and audacious 

To be invited to visit

My inner thoughts sang out proudly like a seductive Barry White

Late that night 

As my flesh adamantly cried out

And demanded that I must go on

As I approached

She stirred 
Moving in her disquieting sleep

I saw a red sign covered in gold leaf butterflies imprinted on

The black studded chairs framework

It simply said

The Seductive One
Almira

Welcomes you

Trace your fingertips
Across her crimson
Red lips

If they taste sweet
Your soul 

She will tame and slowly claim 

As I gazed at
Her magnificent naked form

At a dark-haired beauty
Above all worldly
Norm

I felt adventurous
And boldly reached out

To slowly trace and follow as instructed

The contours of her
Luscious red lips

As I did so

Her warm mouth suddenly
Engulfed my shaking fingertips 

knuckle-deep as she gyrated 

So sensuously in
Her deep sleep

Feeling braver 

I ran my other shaking hand
Across her soft silky skin

And she responded by
Moaning

Like she demanded and needed more than a drop of immoral dark sin

By sucking harder and deeper

With her sharp teeth 

As they gripped my
fingertips hardening skin

Her form
 

Now moved
Undulating

Like a licentious belly-dancing Queen

Making me wonder

What would happen next
In this 

My all-time favourite lucid deep dream

At that very moment
She suddenly rose

I felt a chill in the pit of my bones

For her body emanated such sweet-smelling pheromones

I felt empowered to reach out and replace my fingertips 

With my hungry dark lips 


And when I wrapped my
strong hands around
Her so very soft hips

Strange Mediterranean-type music suddenly started playing as she whispered this

Take me now over this black leather studded chair



A place where dark
Dreams can come true



Don't you recognise
Me yet


It's me 
Your only goddess


The one you always dream of in all your unspoken prayers


Sit me on that black leather chair and kneel before me 

And eat all you need

Before I feed

And only then

After that holy moment of our souls merging 

Can we no longer
Pretend

For this 
Secret White Room

Is my lair

My White Castle floating between here and everywhere 

In this electric-filled air

Just renounced to all others right now but you

And hidden in the many folds of time

Where you can always return 

So I can feed and you can satisfy your soul's dark desires and needs


A place where I can claim you


Again and again
As just mine

Then she sat back into that 
Black leather chair

And before I took my place
I can always remember

In that silent transmutation of sexual dark energy 

In that very pivotal moment
I knew then

What all starstruck lovers 

Regardless of gender age or creed

All silently unconsciously feel


Once your tongue is allowed entrance

Into loves delicious tasting fountain


Once you've had a 
Sweet luscious taste


A drop of its heavenly
Ambrosia


Your life with any other 

Will just seem to turn into dark strands of emotional dust and seem to diminish 


To slowly blow in the uncaring four winds and eventually go to waste


It's why I always try to return to this white Room 

For she now holds total dominion over me in it


And after praying for sleep as the nighttime clocks 

Scattered all over the house, I keep

Approaches twelve
 

I just pray I dream to see her once more

To see her standing naked over me

The Goddess I now worship and pray to see 

With all that long Crow black hair

Standing and just waiting

Before sitting back down into that black leather studded chair

And demanding
I have another taste
So she can feed

In these milliseconds as I pray for deep sleep

Before I begin to kneel 

To satisfy and try to pacify all her dark desires

And unspoken needs 

In that secret White Room

I realize deep down

What all her other slaves know and hide from all others

But in silent moments alone think 

As their soul shrinks as it gets weak 

She now has power
Total power 

Total power over me 
As she feeds

Copyright John Duffy

A dash of sensuous dark energy on a windy cold night, in the low hours, in the UK. Salute.

Whispers in Enochian

(A lone old voice whispers)

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As I look out from in here 

In the never-ending falling rain via my new keeper's black scrying mirror

Isabel asked me what I would say to the world

Are you ready

Well sometimes you've just got to be rebellious enough 

To say goodbye to the old ways 

And try to heal raw opened emotional sores 

So you can then look to life 

To try to give you more

It may feel like you've been through all the worlds 

Many brutal wars 

But nobody's perfect and everybody 

I mean everybody 

Has their depressing scars and sometimes unspoken flaws

Some may just cleverly choose to hide it so well and smile 

And try to put on a favourite well-loved mask

And some don't 

Some may say strange things in tempestuous moments of heat 

As they sharpen their ferocious claws

And some may say nothing at all

But just think 

Aren't people just human

Even though they might try to stand tall

Misfits born into the grandest of schemes

Wandering around like lost little children 

After they've been given a new life's temporary spiritual work permit 

But you know 

I've already lived five times in 6 hundred years 

Lived

Loved and cried so many wet tears

Sacrificed my time each time I died and ate platefuls of fear

And now I'm soon to be reinstated for the seventh

Here's what I know as I wait to return for a short stint 

Before I go back to my rightful place in Heaven 

Life and all its emotional connections 

Are simply explained in just one line of fate-driven poetry 

Which is written in golden bold italics in God's eternal archives

If you know where to look to find it

Want to know what it is before I disappear forever 

It simply says in Enochian

The language of Angels

Gnay de boaluahe life

Try to love life

Copyright John Duffy 

Christo comes through

 (A lone voice whispers)

Nobody knows me but I

A secret self I tried to hide from all

Until I died

For I was like the rarest of diamond

Found in a lifetime of searching

Only in the roughest of the rough

The unquenchable thirst 

Who was never sated and never knew 

Or embraced that word many submissively surrender to

Called Enough

I was born unbreakable in the darkness 

After two

On Christmas Eve 

In 1952

My mother said when she first saw me and really embraced her firstborn 

That my chestnut eyes seemed to whisper 

I see you too 

When she looked on

Such a gifted child to be constantly drawn to others with a similar light

She prophesied 

Leaving me a love letter from mother to son

Which amongst other lines simply said 

Chase happiness son as the world still turns and your candle still burns

Is that why you return as do I 

Here every night

Did you 

When I first met you by a little rock 

See something shimmering that sparkled and shone like a diamond 

As it tried to hide

Camouflaged

Like a hunter on a quest on a deserted island 

You see I need no remits

Or permits to breakthrough 

For my silver scrying mirror

The one given to me by Houdini who lives in here

Helps me escape to see you

For life 

As I look back was so cruel

Like fighting a one-sided duel within tragic ever-changing rules

Especially like when I set sail 

And just like RMS Titanic racing to her doom

Painted by Tatiana Yamshanova

Memories that still haunt me

Even in this very moment 

In this lonely room like a neverending hangover

My ship

The Fatal Maidens Kiss

 

Sank and if you're reading this

Just know I'll always carry your red balloon and crave a smell 

Once again

Of your Chanel No. 5 perfume

And that particular taste of that magical binding potion

We once as innocent strangers drank

When my first words introduced me

And from that day we first met 

Like two ships passing in the night

My beloved mother's last few lines 

She left for me to read in her will

Still echo

As I feel each line of everything she once said 

Especially the last line

When simply read

Chase happiness son

For it doesn't come too easily to the dead

Copyright John Duffy

The Tall Man, Approaches.

 A series of photos capturing my last days of being 40 before I turn 50?

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Dreams of Mia

 (A lone voice whispers)

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Out of the great ruins at Telos 

By the surging Red Sea

I stepped out 

Driven

And started suddenly walking to a new Galilee

Such was the magnetic pull

Of something deep inside me 

That was been recalled to its Way Station

By the pull of its own Papal Cross 

A cross I couldn't see

Hiding and carefully creeping past all the baying tortured hordes

Running amok 

Destroying cars and houses and burning down trees

Who called themselves The NightBreed

Eventually after a hard 5 hours

I came to Imagarta

The abandoned lands of the Hellraisers

Who love telling The Gathered Foolish lost souls

Around their horse-driven caravans 

Parked in huge burning circles

Illuminated by  torchlight 

Stories about their master

The Insidious Mister Mephistopheles

A dark thing that'll make all your dreams seem to come so true 

You'll never want to leave but instead, cause you to grieve 

And you'll soon join their tribe and learn

Lifes filled with strange things 

Beings and stranger people

So complex 

That's why it comes fresh with no rehearsals

Past them all, I slowly crept

Ignoring the sweet-smelling temptations of soul and heaving sweaty flesh

Towards to the green flickering light 

Above the doorway

That stood on the edges of Existences Beach

Which lay in the distance

Within a landscape covered in empty beer cans and litter

To reach The Great and Secret Show

Where all things are said to glitter 

A place that some say

Lays beyond the Portal to the Blue Mountains in the deep snow

Where something called to and pulled my soul as it whispered and wept

A place I kept seeing in the most vivid of magical visions

I let in freely with no signs of resistance 

Images that whispered they will be my last illusions

If I made the right decisions

If I chose to bravely walk the Bleeding Pathways close to the Infernal Parade

In absolute midnight

As I played the hero on my own bequeathed quest 

My soul's own crusade 

And stepped into a new heart-stopping realm called Cold Heart Canyon

A light and dark place

Where long days and nights are filled with hypnotic incense and mesmerising magic

Where tragic sonnets and operas about those who sold out

And now living in big mansions

Are sung aloud

Filling each room with songs about

Revelations 

Damnation  

Happiness and Sadness

Hymns sung by the Red and Black dressed Cabal 

Like they are blessed, scarlet gospel singers 

Who once entertained Great Men of Renown

Now buried in secret tombs

Deeply hidden underground in Cape Town 

All this 

Just to meet her

The mirage in the desert sands

The shimmering light waiting by my Papal Cross

The one who summoned my soul

One day when I woke

Lost and alone in Telos

Mia

The goddess in a vision 

I once saw in a dream in a supernatural country called Minatilos

Copyright John Duffy

A piece in tribute in part, to one of the great authors. Clive Barker. The King of creating visual tapestries.

The Mistress of the Voices of the Dead

 (A lone voice whispers)

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Like a lone argus-eyed oblique tattered caliginous silhouette

Moving extremely cautiously in the severe deadly silence

The Mistress of the Voices of the Dead

Poe Ravenscroft Marmosett

A rare blatherskite whose white emblem appears on the backs of

The Great In-Between black gull's wings

Who just love to gather in huge invisible circles above lost souls 

Like earthly Starling flocks

To crow and sing

Poe Ravenscroft Marmosett

The seasonal bringer of red torches to burn at midnight

By kings

Princesses

Prince's

Peers and Lords

Red torches that would never go out 

No matter even if they got soaking wet 

When she stirs up her twin Sister Anxiety 

To fight in all gathered 

As she's summoned and ceremonially swept up

By her swollen army of mindless hordes

By their pleas

Calling to be re-masked and rebranded

With her new Emotions suit of self-resurrecting armour

Which her faithful armies seek

Full black leather and a two-sided blade and a white candle

Always lit to dispel the darkness 

As old or new emotions cascade 

To help guide them 

A new follower home to atone

After they've been beautifully betrayed

And all their inner larders have been raided and waylaid

By a conjured blind colporteur

Will you grasp Poe Ravenscroft Marmosetts

Shadowy hand to then suddenly hear the summoning anthem

Proudly played loudly by her ethereal band

Like I once did

The forbidden one known only to the few by her real unspoken name 

Poe Ravenscroft Marmosett 

She of the steely green eyes

Who always appears from the West 

With horse and carriages following her in straight lines

Stacked high with new black and white suits of leather 

And carrying white lit candles and sharpened blades

For those lost

Thinking about all the ones who broke the sanctity of their sacred trust

When they were betrayed 

Who now need a new armour made out of black leather

A white candle and a two-sided blade

After hearing and experiencing the traumas linked to the explosion 

Of one of her emotional hand grenades

Will you too hear these hissed words

Accompanied by the shrill sound of her ancient bejewelled Shofar

If you to her call

Surrender

Surrender

Will you summon me with your cries and pleas

The true queen 

All the real honey bees seek

Will you stand and listen as my priestess

Amongst my unvoiced bannerman 

The harsh voiced Sangoma of the Netherworlds

Gathers and commands you to pull on my black leathers

Hold up your new white candle and a two-sided blade

And return with her to go to war forever

Near my unseen home in all weathers 

A new soldier in an invisible army of the betrayed

A place where emotions no longer causes the Amygdala to get wet

For no known velleity can save you now

So will you follow I 

Poe Ravenscroft Marmosett

Into the sunset to reach a new land

Hidden just beyond The Green Hills in the West

Copyright John Duffy

A lady called Jane Fonda

 

(A lone voice whispers)

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Did you know I once lived in a vivid lucid dream 

When I finally surrendered to Morpheus the Greek

And embraced his many magical empires 

Which appear when you finally fall asleep

It all started last November 

Where I met a stunning lady called Jenny Cirellow

Who I'm sure that Morpheus the Greek sent her

All dressed in lovely yellow 

Who loved prose like a treasured poet who nobody knows

She appeared from The Blue Ether 

If I pause to remember

So stunning and dressed from head to toe in bright gold

Walking on a river of silver that ran beneath her 

A memory I'll always carry until I grow old

She said her real spiritual name was a mixture of Jenny Cirellow and Jane Fonda 

And she was known all over in The Blue Ether

Worldwide

From The Great In-Between to Tijuana

And so she became my new and only holy Madonna 

That beautiful poet I came to call 

Jenny Cirellow or Jane Fonda

We talked and smiled for many a night

Lost in the fluctuating portals in The Great In-Between

But like all psychodrama's and unsaid karma

Green-eyed folk kept squeezing us hard like an anaconda

And so she left me singing a version of Black Magic Women

Like the one sung by someone in a rock band

A guitar player called Carlos Santana

As I stood standing alone by the river of silver

By the Blue Portal

That once ran beneath her 

Before she just smiled and disappeared 

Right back into the now Bright Blue Ether

(A soft voice sings)

Once had me a beautiful strong woman

A real strong superwoman

Once had me a real supernatural strong superwoman

Got me so fired up I could hardly breathe 

We walked talked and lived together

Lost in a yellow filled lucid dream

One I prayed I would never leave

For I once had me a beautiful strong woman

A real strong woman with so much in common

Tryin' to kick the bad human out of me

So wherever you are

Jane Fonda or Jenny Cirellow

The stunning woman who I once met in The Blue Ether

Dressed from head to toe in lovely yellow 

 

Just return from The Great In-Between 

To stand

Once again beside me

On this river of silver 

That now runs underneath me

And let's be friends 

Just you and me

Let's be friends 

Just you and me

Friends for all to see until the very end

For I once had me a real strong woman

A real strong superwoman

Once had me a real supernatural woman

Called Jane Fonda or Jenny Cirellow

Who I dreamed was pure and thought would never run

But that was premature 

And now I just hope she returns

Before everything burns 

Copyright John Duffy

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The Story of Texas Pete

 

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(A lone voice whispers)

I was once addicted to a beautiful stranger 

Unknowingly using them like cheap cocaine

 

But as I look back on my life after my last confession 

After speaking to Father Poe

I now know

 

That when I got down on my tired old knees

Before the rusty cross 

My beloved grandfather made in our back garden

On Christmas Day in 2008 

During the last Great Recession

To pray in the falling rain

For salvation 

 

I know now I fought the devil for freedom that fateful night 

At midnight 

 

After wearing his X proudly for year's

Like the Mark of Cain

I've sacrificed all my precious time

Crucified my family and friends

For my only lover 

Who I thought would last until the very end 

A stranger who suddenly appeared when I was weak 

With sweet answers to everything and anything

You could seek or name

And even though now I’m free

I still wear loneliness golden chains

 

Like just another of the cursed

From the Brotherhood of the Profane

For that's how the Tall Man

Designed me

 

So my therapist told me

 

Broken 

Fractured and to be endlessly consumed

With vivid surging memories of bloodstained mental campaigns

Baptised to ride the inhumane storms of life

On a wooden ship called Hardship

And to grow and sink nightly in its many hurricanes

But now

I'm no longer a stranger to pain

And as I age

I still just use it like cheap cocaine

 

Walking bravely alone

In the falling rain

 

Knowing the Devil knows my name

And that’s why he leaves me alone

 

For he remembers our battles

At midnight 

In my grandpa's backyard 

 

When I once played his games

 

I’m glad God won though

For it’s him

I now travel to see

As I ride this life

Seated content with strangers

On one of his many slow-moving trains

 

High on all my pain

My old memories

 

Which I’m still addicted too

Like when I held hands with my old friend

 

Mother Cocaine

 

I can safely say this good old reborn Christian boys coming home

I just hope my Mary Jane is waiting for me

And when I get off that last stop

And finally arrive

She lets me explain 

By singing her a holy love song 

About my fight at midnight 

With the God of Cocaine

In my grandpa's backyard

When I was alive

 

 

 

Copyright John Duffy

 

The Song of Solomon

(A lone regal voice sings)

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By the deep glow of your inner light

Which is always lit

Strengthened tenfold by the silver rays of Mother Moon

I pray your second sight shows you  

Hidden agendas and real intentions 

So soon

For you to see beyond their enchanting songs and sweetly sung hymns

Which they use to lead you

Knee deep into sin

So you can know what's right

For you're the genuine courage 

You've always looked for in the destructive dark 

The sovereign being 

You crave to be

Walking down Freedoms Pathways

For all to see

To a new form of happiness and self-liberation

And the one love 

You crave for in your hearts of heart

That maybe life has torn apart

Acquiesce

Acquiesce

And awaken

My friend 

Acquiesce 

Acquiesce

And awaken 

My friend

And say yes to the gift of second sight

To rise

To rise high

To avoid those dark souls.

That through the darkness cry

Trying to influence your life with their seductive 

Trojan Horses 

Sweet songs and hybrid hymns

Trying to lead you 

Knee-deep into sin

Acquiesce

Acquiesce

And awaken

My friend 

Acquiesce 

Acquiesce

And awaken 

My friend

And say yes 

To the gift of second sight

To rise

Rise high

To avoid those dark souls

Trying to influence your life 

With their seductive 

Trojan Horses 

Sweet songs and hybrid hymns

Trying to lead you 

Knee-deep into sin

To your end

Acquiesce

Acquiesce

And awaken

My friend 

Acquiesce 

Acquiesce

My friend and rise

No longer to cry

While time flies

Acquiesce

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The Angels Tale

  A lone voice whispers

The invisible Angel smiled at the rows of sorrowful patients

Which lay before it on ward twenty-one of Saint Peters hospital 

In New Brunswick

New Jersey 

As it then looked at just one particular sorry soul whose body was now broken and bent

For it was why he was summoned by heartfelt prayers 

Whispered to be heard for it to be dutifully sent

The smile it carried wasn't a smile of ill judgement 

Or dismay but of immense hope 

To change the sad vibrations at play

For it knew the recently diagnosed patient would find the tenacity and strength to eventually cope

For they all do 

It's a silent degree

A line spoken by the Almighty 

Which all things follow if they believe whatever it says

All they have to do is call for them and pray

To summon angels from The Great  In-Between

The bringers of such priceless envelopes to soothe the soul

The invisible folk

Who'll follow like betrothed guardian philanthropists

Just huddled together

Sleeping in the shade of the Great In-Between trees

The Eternal Water Oaks

Waiting for psychic calls to spring into action

Flying into the lonely caressing arms of the swirling grey mists

Which moved and flowed all around 

Like it had a phenomenal supernatural intelligence 

Hiding those sleeping in the grey smoke 

By The Great Grey Oaks by its smoke which it uses to cloak

Copyright John Duffy

Chanelling Plato

(A lone voice whispers)

Are you feeling low and haunted by a sense of something malevolent 

Following you like a second shadow 

Everywhere you go 

You could be so beautiful

You know

Inside and out 

If only you could be courageous enough to accept who you really are 

And shake off those so familiar feelings of despair

That seems to follow you everywhere

But are you brave enough to change

Family 

Friends

Lovers

Or even work

For to grow into the real you

To shine your inner light

To all within sight beyond fear

Judgment or condemnation 

Has always been one of the Universal Unspoken Laws

And that statute my friend with the curious eyes

Can help to dispel all those inflicted flaws

Reading these words in 2022 

In the early morning sunlight

Afternoon

Dusk or just past midnight

That old universal law is still totally irrefutable

But are you ready to understand and grasp it

For God gave you an inner light and it wasn't made to be irreducible

But simply to help guide you through all those long lonely nights

To help discover the real you

Copyright John Duffy 

The Poetic Tale of Mr Ebony

A lone voice whispers

 Mr Ebony approaches my secret libraries shadows 

Of lost memories

Which follow me around 

In the form of Charlie Chaplin

Carrying a battered old brown suitcase 

Covered in Do Not Open stickers

Stuck on its worn-out aged face 

Always behind me

Treading into the soft sands of my histories far-stretching shores

I leave invisible to the human eyes

Everywhere I go

Pale are the grieving trails

I leave

Filled with tree branches 

Where once beautiful memories

Now filled with grieving and hung like dazzling decorations

On Christmas Eve 

That reminds me

Painfully of years 

Mesmerised in the Misplaced City of Love and Trust 

A wondrous place

Where tender blue waves caressed the ocean before turning into ethereal dust

Where Mother Sea French kissed each citizen 

Like long lost lovers

  

How pure that time and sound was loved by me

Laid watching the diverse tapestries filled with moving clouds

By the sea

Visions of her hand holding mine

With her head on my shoulder

Telling me 

She'll love me forever

As Father Time got slowly older

But those once happy days are now so long gone

For Ebony approaches my shadows 

My priceless library 

Armed with his memory stealing Amnesia Gun

Hunting for long lost memories

Which dress like Charlie Chaplin

Always seeking battered old suitcases

To add to his endless collection 

He's pulled from so many silent screen faces

To then rip them open 

To then tread into the soft sands of their histories far-stretching shores

Once left invisible to human eyes

To wander through the path of the Pale Grieving Trails

And take broken hearts most expensive treasures

Once hung beautiful memories on delicate branches

Like dazzling decorations

On Christmas Eve 

That reminds him

Painfully of years 

He too spent

Mesmerised in the Misplaced City of Love and Trust

But now doomed to forever stalk and grieve 

Before he too dissolves

And is absorbed by the Universe

Just to be another form of brown rust

Swirling in its ever-shifting dust

Copyright John Duffy

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Yavi. The Romantic. Speaks.

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Like a red rose 

I always climb high to the reach brightest of lights

Surging in all directions

Such is the driving thirst 

Searching in complete expectation 

In harsh conflicts and dangerous lands

Conquering each

Whatever comes first

I try to climb past all the watching marching bands

Stood in their many well-dressed lines

And like the red rose

I also grow in silence

Like the so very righteous 

Only finally announcing my inner beauty to those worthy

Of my time

Trust and loyalty

And finally like one of those rare and precious 

Virginal Red Roses of Cairo 

One of the most beautiful standard-bearers of all known flowers

I also have exquisite sensuous needs that must be deliciously deflowered 

So are you willing to stand in the pale moonlight

And let my thorns gently caress your inner third eye

As your soul salivates quietly and cries 

For a new form of seduction 

As we hand in hand 

Go to war

Challenging the world like it was a Francis Ford Coppola

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The Mysterious Well

 

(A lone voice whispers)

There's a grand old well that I sometimes visit 

In strange lucid dreams

When Mother Midnight sweetly calls

My lonely soul out to play

With her golden diamond-encrusted whistle

For she is so uncivil

And all the silver stars gleam 

In hungry anticipation 

I always see the walls of the well 

As they seem to be crumbling away but never do 

All dull and painfully grey

As it sits like a tired old King 

On a tattered throne 

Made of brown leaves

Which surround him 

Like a sea of grinning thieves

Climbing like former lovers across its form

Wild Morning-Glory sleeps like a tired old soldier 

Surveying the corn

Watching Creeping Charlie advancing 

With a little shimmer and dance

When I walk the path of the One

To that well on the edges of time

When the moon is hiding and clouds look on 

Like drunken fools

When silence fills the very air

The dire aroma of loss and decay invariably arises

Once lost things always appear 

In all shapes and different sizes

Like a visiting country fair 

But nothing stirs in the cornfield before me

For nothing ever dares

And when I reach the mighty King on the Hill

The ruler of all 

Before I swallow my own red pill

And look into his gaping soul

All I can see is my heart's own watering hole

A darken wet place filled with now unwanted memories

I'm always drawn to

When my higher self loses its self-control

On its wet surface 

Lay old photographs

Undulating and floating images of

People 

Places

Chances and

Moments 

All moving in unison

In perpetual silence

As I watch and stare

A red and yellow flame eternally appears and they all burn 

Forming a sensational burning red heart

A stunning piece of spiritual art

And as I leave

Grieving 

Deep down inside

Walking lonely 

Like a soldier to a cold unwarranted post

Back to the shimmering Blue Portal

Waiting quietly to return me to the land of the living

Away from all these creeping bold ghosts

My mystical doorway home

So I can reflect and maybe atone

The King of the Hill always seems to whisper before I disappear 

Will you learn this time or will more memories

Need to go past the point of no return 

Before God blows

Calling you home

On his beautiful French golden Horn.......

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