The Monologue of JFK

Press play before reading. Salute.

(A lone voice whispers)

Take me in

Deeply

 

As the common enemies of mankind

And their spiritual darkness

Swirl and dance before your

Minds

 

Listen to my voice above all

The voices of

Tyranny poverty

Disease and even war itself

 

Then

Lullaby

My once beloved name

As you sit still

Listen and quietly breathe

 

Dwell

In those old memories

Of long lost salad days before Sixty-Three

When I lived and dreamed of good health

 

Then

Take me in

Lovingly

Once again

 

Like my own

Strategy of Peace

 

And

With your arms

Wide-open

Hold me real

Close

 

As I repeat my New Frontiers

 

My new report to the watching people

In 2022

Like in '63

When I could still breathe

 

Even though

I now sleep

 

I am reborn sacred

And eternal

 

I am not one of the

Lonely dead

But still one of humanity's

Cherished pioneers

 

 

I no longer daydream

Or feel lost and wandering

All alone

Praying for a rendezvous with death

 

For I have been baptized

As an eternal Watchman

Amongst many

 

And I now sit so high

Illuminated and protected

By the Purple Flame

 

Which catches repugnant secrecies

Lies and dark shadows crawling up

The wailing walls of your world’s

Freedoms

 

Listen

Today

A war has been declared

On the faceless

Monoliths many kingdoms

 

Like once before

 

When I was alive but soon to be

Welcomed in Arlington gates

 

Within crimson flames

I sometimes remember those

Memories

From 'Sixty-One

 

When I spoke too honestly

From the heart with wisdom

But to foolishly

Openly

 

Reborn now

 

I will rise forever

Now I am a Watchman

Of the Great In-Between

 

Here to help you

Face all the perils

Outcomes and repugnant devious means

 

Of all those new or old programs

And regimes

 

To help shape the choices

That you must now face

To try to help you all

 

My brothers and sisters

Of the human race

 

 

I pray you will find a way

To be free through a new

Reconstruction

 

Not to be seduced by new

Administrations

North or South

East or West

 

Governments or countries

Filled with secret societies, lies, and their clever misdirections 

In the news at night 

Tonight

Don’t cry and feel the pain

Of what could have been

 

But let’s talk about every sphere of human activity and taking

Responsibility

 

In the face of a common danger

 

For there is a dark force all around you

All evasive

Beyond any dimension, you can ever see

Or grasp with jaded human eyes

 

A dark principality lives

Filled with wanton seductive depravity

 

But in recognizing it,

The future of humanity

Can be reborn

 

As a new renewed call for

Emancipation survives

And blows its golden horn

 

So a new Camelot

Can appear

 

Like the spot where I once stood 

In the center of America

 

Shining

So brave and bright

It once illuminated all in sight and was called

"Our Camelot"

 

There'll be great presidents again

More to carry the light

And share the power of

Free speech and freedom of thought

 

 

So

Don’t just cry

And feel the pain

 

For within presidential memories and

Treasured old speeches and

Photographs

I am reborn again

 

When my time came

On that fateful day

 

I still believed in Faith and Hope

For those things can't be faked or taken away and

I always believed in The Lord

 

In those dark moments in office

He gave me the courage to make hard decisions

And the self-belief to cope

 

To put people before

Profit and losses

 

He is here with me now

And I'm always so well received

 

So take in my prayers

And these evocations

Of which I speak on your behalf

 

As I rest in peace

Underneath your watching eyes and the soulful

 

Wishes of all nations

 

I'm now a glorious

Being

 

Living still

But without any

Earthbound

Limitations

 

I'm finally 

At home with

Jackie and my beloved children

 

Arabella 

 John-John and dear Patrick

We all miss you, Caroline,

One day we will all be forever reunited with

My brothers and sisters

Father and mother

 

Just call to my spirit

With my earthly name

Like Marilyn or Lem

Sometimes still do

 

In the middle of this eternal night

 

Even though I don’t visit

 

I can still hear them if I really listen

In the dark far away from here

 

And I'll try to appear

To help revoke

Your fearful

Reservations and tears

 

No matter how far apart

We are

Or how near

 

For like a Greek hero

I was reborn into an eternal

Spiritual Civil War

 

But I'm still one of your

True friends from yesteryear

 

Still here 

Trying to help you

Find long lost answers

You might be looking for

 

On that fateful day

In Dallas, Texas, at 12:30 pm

,

November 22nd, 1963

 

When I heard the Lord call me home

For the last time

As the sounds of gunfire

 

Echoed all around me

In a nanosecond

 

I closed my eyes and prayed

For redemption and forgiveness

 

So

Listen to my last words before I go home

To a new Beals Street

In a new Boston.......

 

We are all born with a pure soul

Overflowing with real courage

And you must realize you are all worldwide agents

For the Lord

 

Whatever you choose to call him

 

Beautiful

Bright Lights fighting against the Dark

 

A truly united nation of Immigrants

Fighting for salvation for the World

 

For problems are not all solved

By silver bullets fired by a shiny black gun

And not all battles are easily won

Within any physical or political park

 

Today you all stand on the edge of a new horizon

A new challenge of such magnitude

And in the belief of justice and righteousness 

You must act

 

For you all live on this beautiful green island

 

Ask not, what you can do for yourself, alone

Ask what you can do for your society, your world

 

To help keep the bright lights of hope

And freedom shining

 

There needs to be a greater push for

Universal kindness

So no one has to suffer

 

With depression or loneliness

In isolation or silence

 

All this will not be over in the first one hundred

Dog-eared days filled with improprieties

 

But I can only pray

You will all come together to understand and

To stand as one

 

Never to surrender

 

To Fight The Good Fight

For the monolith and its many secret societies are huge

 

I was assassinated for a reason

 

A reason that did not die with me

But still lives on

Mutually on the sides of 

Darkness and Light

 

Let these words be the start of a new Spring

A new season to embrace your life

To start believing

 

And finding a means

To bring to all the citizens of the world

That most beautiful of five letters

 

Peace

 

By asking them all

To sacrifice their greed

The seductive drive to compete

And craving things they do not need

 

So

Peace can grow and bloom

Like a red rose

Clawing its way through the concrete

 

To heal and defeat fascism and racism

Hidden within any of society's

Darkly lit rooms

 

My old name was

John Fitzgerald Kennedy

 

But you can all call me Jack

 

All my closest friends do

I'm just an old soul returning back to the world

To speak with you for a moment

With a twinkle in his greenish-gray eyes

 

A man who once loved life

 

Until that fateful day in

Dallas Texas

When his world stopped

 

And his rendezvous with death

Was standing

Like a jackal

 

Waiting behind fences for the Umbrella Man

On the grassy knoll

 

In Dealey Plaza

Hiding in plain sight

Behind its evil disguise

 

On

November 1963

When God came calling

To collect me as my soul was suddenly set free

To take me away from all that pain

And some of you wept

 

 

I prayed to the Lord

In that falling rain

To return

 

So here I am

To see with my own eyes

 

If humanity will still try to choose

Freedom under newer skies

As those old chains of corruption and

Hidden slavery and human trafficking burns

As it finally sees and learns

Copyright John Duffy 2020