. Poetry from The Great In-Between: February 2023

Tuesday, February 28, 2023

Channeling The Wōden Mage

 

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(A strong voice whispers)


Hey Einherjar


I

Odin 


Son of Bestla and Borr 

Lord of Frenzy 


Leader of The Wild Hunt 


Say 

And call unto you 


Fear not death 

For the strong 

Do not die


But embrace it with a Valkyrie cry


For

Wisdom 

Healing 

Knowledge and

Poetry 


Await you 

When you cross the final sea 


To sit with me

And the goddess Frigg


I might even let you throw

My sharp Gungnir 


Stroke my familiars 


Wolves

Geri and Freki 


And feed my ravens 

Huginn and Muninn 


My spies in Midgard


And if you're lucky

Ride my flying eight-legged steed 


Sleipnir 


Across the black sky  

Here  


In the Badlands of 

The Underworld


So fear not 

If you're brave 


For my Valkyries 


Will carry you to my  

High Halls of Valhalla

 

Where we'll drink mead 


Hear my crazy tales 

Of how we slew Ymir 


And found Ask and Embla  

Giving them gifts of life


Hear my brothers 

Vili and Vé 


Sing 


About life 

War 


Love 

Loyalty 


And everything 

Once seen 


So go now 


Face all fear

With courage 

When it arrives


For I await you 


Just call for me and 

Whisper as your life lies 


On the edge of Death's sharp knife


Wōden Mage 


Take me 

Where the High of Halls 

Of Valhalla sing 


Requiems for God and King 


And Valkyries 

Divine battlefield maidens 

Of all ages


Bring wet mead 

In all the eternal seasons 


Winter 

Autumn 

Summer 

Spring 


Take me 


Einherjar 

Call unto you 


Will you guide me 

Through 


The Ether and Blue




(C)

Copyright John Duffy 


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Monday, February 27, 2023

The invocation of Seraphina. The Angel.

 



(A female voice whispers)


Call to me 

Your own 


Seraphina 

Seraphina 


If lone tear falls down your spine 


As winds 

Whistles and whines 


Behold  

 Listen with care 

For each day 


As sun breaks 


Hope enters a new dawn 

To be shared 


For wisdom to run wild 

Like it did 


When you were child

 

So morning sun

Earthly flame 


Embrace my name 

Whisper 


Seraphina 

Seraphina 


O fiery one 


Help me 

Pull through 


And thy will be done 


And darling child 

By sacred grace 


Of holy sight


In low hours 

I will appear 


With divine blessings

Later tonight 


To help you 

Overcome 


Darkness with light


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 


The name Serafina is primarily a female name of Latin origin that means Seraphim, Angel. 


In Christian ideology, an angel of the highest order, associated with light, ardor, and purity.


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Sunday, February 26, 2023

The Song of The Great Mother

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Soon comes Spring  

Mother of All Things 



When barn bells
Ring at dawn 


To cries of fawns
Singing in chorus 


To wild deer
Running through forests


Oak trees 
Green leaves 


Making promises 


Honest people
Dancing to
Pipe and drum beats


With no rest
As they run 


Hiding from tourists 


To celebrate 


The soon kiss
Of Summer 


When golden leaves
Announce its coming 


Like an old lover 


For we are one with 

Hawthorn and Elder 


And all Mother Nature
Sends us 


Euphoric dancers

In Deepest of Forests 


A time of birth and happiness

From here
To August 


A time of love and healing

For all things
Hurting 


For she's in air
And clouds 


Reborn in dirt 


For
Soon she comes

As Spring 


But known to us 

Euphoric dancers 

In dirt 


In deepest of Forests 



As just 

The Great Mother 


Goddess of All Things

Who hurt 


(C)
Copyright John Duffy 


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Luna's Last Letter

I can hear them coming for me 


With their lit torches and dirty pitchforks


In long queues of smelling degradation 


A poor woman in the dim woods 


It wasn't my gods and goddesses who stopped their rain and ruined their crops 


 

Bringing pain 

Hunger and destruction


I am not ashamed of my faith or my resurrection


I write and leave this note 

Under this floorboard 


So my name saunters on  

Over this crazy threshold


Watched by my guardian 

Achelois 

She who washes away pain


My beloved moon goddess 


Who hangs on the horizon

Always in the cold


But one day 


Under this cavern 

Six feet underneath this cruel world 


Where I'll soon lay 

Today 


When they break-in 


In a new place where sun or light 

Doesn't reach or play 


I'll rise up one day


The sun will shine again

My breath will be short and sharp 


On that Judgement Day


Especially

When I kiss the dry soulless mouth of it 


Brother Persecution that stole me away


And sent me into the Grey Sea 


I can soon see 

Appearing 


For me to swim in 

Before me


But when I return 


We'll sit together

Side by side as memories of my old world 


Burns 


Like crimson tumble reeds 

Glowing and

Blowing 


As the ashes of more of his newly condemned 


Float by 

Tortured with such violence


As Achelois 

She who washes away pain

Cries 


In the ensuing silence


Remember me 

Luna 


The worshipper of Achelois 

Who once lived in peace 


By the sea 


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 


A theme centered around wrongful persecution.


Can you imagine the horror of seeing the baying crowd approaching, ravenous for their version of justice?





The Sattari. Eve's Soldiers.


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(A lone voice whispers)


Deep in Blackwood Forest 

At the third stroke of midnight 


If you're brave enough 

and want to see 


A rare sight 


To see a silver ritual chalice raised 

As dirty country music plays       


See Masters of Temple 

Stand in hot circles of fire 


As people in masks 

Watch 


As they sweat and perspire

            

The summoning from the 7th Seal 

Of the biblical maiden 


Who helped usher in 

The Ultimate Sin


From The Great In-Between


Invoked 

To make all kneel     

As she is seen                        


Do want to see flames dance like two twin lovers  


Locked in romance         

Into the immortal night     


Be bound in bondage 

To Eve


And that circle in Blackwood 


When found  

Without fight


Just meditate     


Visualize a dark forest 

And imagine yourself there 


As your fate 


And 

In your holy dreams 

When it's late


I'll send the Sattari 


With a gentle call   

Into the light 


Of 


Dabis animam Evam in aeternum?


To bring you 

To your last-ever party 


In Blackwood Forest 

Tonight


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 


Latin translation:


Will you give Eve your soul forevermore?


                            

Saturday, February 25, 2023

Lady Judgment

 


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(A lone voice whispers)


In the darkness 


Simmering with sensations and vibrations of seductive sin 


She comes 


Swaying her sassy hips 

To the rhythmic beat of the pequeyo drums


Eyes flashing like rare blood diamonds 


Caught in a full moons light 


My Lafeta Le Fey  


Her dark eyes take in 

The sight of my hard skin  


As she looks over my way


That even the wind stops blowing 


And breathes in


Wearing nothing 


But midnight underneath her black leather coat and yellow hat 


I lie in wait  

Awaiting my fate 


For tonight 


Lady Judgment is staying 

The night




(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Friday, February 24, 2023

A lonely ghost whispers


Surrounded by these

lit white candles 


As I sit here 


In this great stillness 

Filled with such proud grace 


Allowing soft tears to glide like the Egyptian Nile


And

embracing the sentimental  comforting

sanctification 


Of the salty water


Washing gently over my face 


I bind my mind to meeting you 


On that unforgettable afternoon 


Last June


You wore Gucci 


In black and gold and matching leather expensive bag 


The new moon whispered of such new beginnings 


But now 


When I see myself in this ethereal two-way smoke mirror 


I always see the tragic shadows of that old life and how it suddenly ended


Driving 

And smiling going home 


Then that deer jumped out 

As I stopped breathing and my heart surrendered


My Funeral 

The wake 


Then the silence 


As my name slowly receded from your worlds auditory radios 


We in here 

Listen to 


For our name being spoken 


To remind ourselves we are still remembered 


And I thank you for calling to me


For total silence means we are forgotten 


As so many sadly are 


When people get busy and all you are 


Is a familiar name at Christmas or on your birthday


So now I wish to stimulate that silence 


Reinvigorate it 

Into such a vibrational state


That our old devotion Loveliness and harmony 


Reaches you on Monday 

Our first anniversary


Allowing myself to find the space and grace 


To slow time down and reconnect 


While sending my manifestations out to take effect


I wish to spread our old love 


Like the beautiful scent

of Jo Malone's natural Bees

Coconut and Soy wax


Unto others 

Through this two-way scrying mirror 


To 

Those from my old life

Who still calls to me 


Sometimes 

In the great silence


On our interdimensional radio


In the hope that they too will feel our once-treasured love magic 


Before it all ended 

So tragic


And through them 

She knows I still miss her


So praising the four elementals 



Earth 

Air 

Fire and Water 


For their incantations to cross the constellations 


And create Way Stations 

In the hearts of others 


Sealed with these soul-lifting revelations


I now blow out these twelve white candles 


Lit before me


Dry my eternal eyes


Stare out into the sacred space between us


Releasing the intentions of my now still grey heart into the wild 



Thinking of you 


A red rose in the concrete 

Who always appears before me 


In black and gold 


Standing before my mirror as a living child in exile 


Slowly 

Alone 


Growing old



And with these words 


Ego semper amorem meum exspectes.


Ita fiat fiat 


(I'll always be waiting my love.


So mote it be)


I go


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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Thursday, February 23, 2023

The Titanomachy

 


(A lone voice whispers)


Remembering every single incredible memory  


Of my old lover's name 

Before the sun rises

Around the clock


I think is driving me slowly insane 

As the night sky seems to smile 

As it gleefully closes in


Each delicate syllable and dulcet tone


Rings and sends out such a resounding cacophony 

And vibrations of such a Trinity linked to Sin


Like a holy golden summoning bell 

Been slowly rung


Emanating a frequency filled with 


Happiness  

Togetherness  

And Divinity 


Tainted by visions 

And imagery 


Lost in throes of bedroom depravities


As it spins around in that sacred kaleidoscope 

Within my mind  


No matter the time



Memories of smiles and kindness  

Of laying together 


Talking for hours  

Lost in a mysterious stillness


About life  

Love


The universe and all things in between 


While holding hands in the encroaching darkness


Before all the cruel and unkind things in life 

Came crashing in


Like Zeus's thunderbolt and put out our beloved flame 

Which we foolishly thought would be lit forever  

  

So now I'm on this broken path 

That I'm doomed to walk again


To purge my spirit of this madness 


Trying to forget her

Since her soul left us


Old Henry and me 


The best old hound dog to sit with

Writing poetry


So Ma and Pa


I'm taking Old Henry 

And leaving this letter 


Driving South


Heading somewhere

I'm pulled blindly to 


A lonely secret location 

Past the Almshouses of shame 


With no name 


After my own version of 

The Titanomachy


Towards a place deep in the Appalachian mountains 

I've seen in prophetic visions 


Like a prophecy 


A spot inside the darkest of unvisited woods


A place I know

From Dreamland


A place known as 


The Land of the Black Crows 

In the deepest of Shadows


Where Old Gods of pagan mythology 


And weary Elementals 

Gather to watch  



Unknown actors dressed in sharkskin  


Perform a twisted version 

Of Dantes's Divine Comedy 


Accompanied by a lone violin 


That they love the sound of 

So much


A path known only to other 

Poor kindred souls  


When they're unconsciously invited 


Drawn

By a strange magnetic pull


To The Land of the Black Crows 

In the deepest of Shadows 


To watch strange sideshows 

To help lull and dissolve their pain


After being spiritually wounded 

By one of Eros's many bows  


Until nothing remains


Before they too pull on the 

Eternal Sharkskin suit


And take center stage as all the other broken 


Stand clapping in their seats and welcome 


People like

Old Henry and me 


Into their secret house of ill repute


A place where when painful emotions suddenly appear


They are shared and passed around 


To be consumed like a strange-tasting forbidden fruit 


By new friends 


Who use its raw magical energies to welcome new followers 

 

Who are brave enough  

To take up the call and commute


(C) 

Copyright John Duffy 


The Titanomachy, in Greek mythology, was the great war that occurred between the Titans, the old generation of Greek gods, and the Olympian gods, led by Zeus.

Sunday, February 19, 2023

Covid Dreams

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(A lone voice whispers)


Kneeling to pray 

One Sunday 


Looking at the sky 


I felt like Moses

As he climbed those high mountains 


At

Mount Sinai 


For as I closed my eyes 


I felt my soul cry 

Sitting alone in its throne room 


My own inner tower from heaven 


As it saw how the light of hope was dwindling 


With corruption 

Casting its long shadows 


On the many visiting 

Young and old sinners 


Who foolishly take its bribes 

To then walk 


In a new cold wind that blows 

From deep down below


With so many others 

Who now belong 


To the Devils many tribes 


And in these dark days of unrest

With many souls walking around 


Lost 


In forests of turmoil 

At sea or on soil 


Depressed


Factions of souls

Who wander dreaming 

Lost


Through many enticing temptations 


I always wonder 


Do they plead for purification

As they slowly erode to dust


Quietly drowning

In tumultuous promoted oceans 

Of distrust


To cleanse themselves 


In the deepest wells of the 

Primeval fountains of life 


Are they but wild spirits

Dancing ravenously under a moonlit sky 


Before they die 


Bathing in nocturnal essences


Chanting 


Artemis

Diana

Hecate


As their shadows spiritually 

Twist around the primordial fire 


Kissing naked skins of desire 


Raising arms in exultation 

And programmed hate


Screaming


Mother 

Maiden 

Crone 


Will you bless us 

And take us home 


My soul 

Just whispers 


In those crazy silent moments


It's a mad world 


A mad 

Mad world 


As the old age of kindness 

Seems to burn


(C)

Copyright John Duffy


Tuesday, February 14, 2023

The Meeting of God and Man


 (A lone voice whispers)


I met a God once after 


Following the immortal white beam 

of the Wolf moon


Guiding me to

Crossing into the holy threshold 


Beyond the legendary 

Open silver gates  


Into the strange 

Casual and haphazard lands of lucid dreams


I saw a man clad in wolf mane 


Bending low and kissing some called Persephone 


This I instantly knew for the strange warm winds 


Carrying a multitude of voices that never stopped whispering 


Told me so


I watched her shiver from the soft nape of her neck 


To her hard hips


After he left the taste of sweet red grapes on her soft lips   


I saw him once more 

You know


In the middle of Eighty-Four


When he appeared and whispered in my ear  


Saying 


I remember you

So know this 


In days that will come to pass 


Long after your kind has left the timeless playground



And has had been forgotten like the names of the Sumerian kings of old


I will remember that sweet kiss I once gave to


Persephone


And let you once again enter and live forever in my home 


From Sheol


A visceral realm 


A soft sandy shore within the reach of all that is flesh and bone 


For my new towns and  cities midnight visitors


Said the Dreamgod 


Who will always remain 

because love and imagination 


Chaos and hate 

Live forever


(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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The Song of Parly Pete

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(A lone voice sings)


Come now 


My fellow broken soul weepers

 

Gather round gently

Like green ivy 


Gods eternal memory keepers


And hear this poor man's melody


A man 


Who's suffered a life of wrongs 


And tragedy


Since I lost my wife in a car crash 


Yesterday


After she sang this song


Parly Pete

Your sad days are done 


Even though its been so long



Sing 

With me


Hallelujah 

Hallelujah 


To happiness 

We now run 


With your Fiona


And our life's about to change 


So we can have some fun 


Hallelujah 

Hallelujah 


Sing to blue skies 

Sing to calling breeze


Telling them 

The happy days 


Are soon to come  

So that we can breathe 


Hallelujah 

Hallelujah 


Summer will soon appear 

In the eyes of your beloved 

Dear 


Fiona 

Fiona


Hallelujah 

Hallelujah


If we take the chance 

To help us pull through 


Hallelujah 

Hallelujah


For heavenly pipes will soon be playing 


And Elysium drums soon be swaying 


Hallelujah 

Hallelujah



As we let the seeds 

Of new beginnings  


Grow 


Hallelujah 

Hallelujah 


To be stars

In a new picture show 


That started so long ago 


Hallelujah 

Hallelujah 


 We know 

It’s time to move 


For our soul to grow 


Hallelujah 

Hallelujah 




But then she died 

At a quarter to four 


Hallelujah 

Hallelujah 


Its why I sing the blues 

To you


Hallelujah 

Hallelujah 


Don't look for love no more 

No star in a picture show 


Hallelujah 

Hallelujah 


Don't sing to the blue skies 

Don't sing to the calling breeze 


Hallelujah 

Hallelujah


Don't hear the pipes playing 

Don't hear drum  swaying 


Hallelujah 

Hallelujah 


 


Aint no going back now 

I'd rather freeze


It's why I sing the blues 

Into the cold breeze 



Hallelujah 


Hallelujah 

Hallelujah


(C)

Copyright John Duffy


Sunday, February 12, 2023

The Great Mother and Father



(A lone voice whispers)


There is something 

Not just any something


But a something that speaks 

To all things that creep 


Even those fast asleep 


A name of such sensuous devious mysteries 


Not just one name

But a thousand 


Repeated 

Sometimes carelessly 


So many times 

Down throughout history


She or he is wet red soft lips 

On dark candle nights 


Or sharp red nails 

In suspenders 

Or black tie 


In Moonlight 


Light and dark energy 

Intermixed 


That never fails to instill


The heat lonely hearts need 

To breathe 


The bringer of temptation 

To new bodies and even puritan souls


The right in wrong that tempts you 

So cunningly along 


The sweet satisfying afterglow 

Of sated souls engaged in acts 

Of sensitivity


The supernatural aura that surrounds 

us when we chase

 

And finally see 

and kiss its sweet face


A heart and home 

Without which 


We as a race 

Would no longer exist


She is the Great Mother and 

Father of Conquest 


In one 


The source 

From which lust and love 

Springs 


To learn 


Looking for fun 

Before their time burns


And they are summoned back to the alabaster sink 

To which 


All life returns 




(C)

Copyright John Duffy 


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The Invocation of Mary Magdalene


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(A lone voice whispers)


Will you

Come forth
Appear and

Call to Mary Magdalene 
The Saint of Bethlehem 

 In this year

2023

With an invocation of


O' dearest Mother Mary 

Most Profound
I pray I am found

So my soul can be filled with holy love 

Everywhere I go 

I pray and hope for the strength to cope 

And to share that holy love 
With anyone I see

Amen


A means to help lost souls avoid the Devil's welcoming flame 

But fill them with thoughts of charity

And his Holy Name 
 

To let them see there is no reason to mourn

For they could be gloriously reborn


If they truly believe 
In these dark days of mistrust


To fear not if the Darkness came
Like an unwelcomed stranger

In the falling rain

For in fire and wet sweat
Steel is born


Free from fear
And no shame

So
Invoke the Goddess by Her name 

When your hearts are bare 
As the winters corn

And from the earth and water 

She'll come 
Blowing her golden horn



Singing of mysteries
Of hosanna

Linked to the Almighty's great name

Fulfilling all oaths 
Once torn                   


And drawing once-broken bridges near 

To be crossed filled with cheer

As fear 
Burns up in its eternal flame



To then wallow in its hardy frame 

As it brings forth the glory 
With the call of her golden horn


And guides them toward a new rebirth 

To cleanse the pain 



So depression is torn
As inspiration is reborn

By the morn

 
So they can then chant 

Blessed Be 

After saying 


O' dearest Mother Mary 

Most Profound
I pray I am found

So my soul can be filled with holy love 

Everywhere I go 

I pray and hope for the strength to cope 

And to share that holy love 
With anyone I see

Amen


 (C)
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Saturday, February 11, 2023

The voice of Freyja, (Old Norse: “Lady”)

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(A lone voice whispers)


People can leave for any reason  

You know


But don't worry 

If they have to suddenly go


Because the heart was made to grieve 


From pain 

Grief 

Heartbreak 

Love


And so much more


For Pain 

Like the Pacific Ocean 


Comes in undulating waves 

When it suddenly beaches through your heart's front door

 

Making you sometimes want to faint and fall onto the ground 

But all you can do 


Is beat memories leathery drum hard


And recall those pivotal magical moments 

With their potent sound 


Bound by a love of some kind

And gather all those once-happy moments around


Pleading with angels  

The original ones 


Sent to save mankind

To stand strong 


As your eternal gatekeepers


To help you push back against the darkness 

Filled with political and social deceivers 


The ones who try to hold your hands when emotions start to run deeper 

And lead you into murky waters


We all know in here


You need rescuing and protection from the world's 

Crazy circus of violence 


All around you


For you are just ordinary folk

Clinging to hope


And praying Angels watch over you so you may grow strong


For even though your heart was built to love and grieve

For a reason


Pain still leaves a stain

When it appears like an act of treason


But even Death is just a turn

A slight turn in the journey

 

For one day 


We will all be reunited 

Underneath the tree with the golden leaves


No more to grieve but to smile and embrace

No more part of that seemingly neverending race


For in the heart that challenges all seasons


In the rain

Sun or snow


 Know this


Love never vanishes under the snow

Washes away in the rain

Or even burns up in the Sun


It just stays hidden in the middle of all hidden things

The mortal mind knows


Waiting for that particular memory song to be sung

So all its lovely moments can return and grow


And give you the consoling truth

You may sometimes desperately need


That even after a hard time of snow

Sun or rain


That there by your inner brook


Your happiness 


Strength

Resilience

And rebirth 


In the form of a sacred Lotus


Will flower again


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 


Freyja, (Old Norse: “Lady”), the most renowned of the Norse goddesses, who was the sister and female counterpart of Freyr and was in charge of love, fertility, battle, and death

Friday, February 10, 2023

The Monologue of The Hopeful Soul

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Salute.



(A lone voice whispers)



Oh Lord 


Let me rise 

And meet my love again


Some day

Somewhere 


Oh Lord 


Help me lift my soul 

To know 


She still moves 

Just in another form 



To suddenly appear 


Some day

Somewhere 

I may go 



For she's the Queen 

Of all I hold dear 


Even though

I am a seer  


Oh Lord 


Missing her 

Still fills me with tears 

Tainted with fear


Oh Lord 


Now as I look for her 

In the East


Singing love songs of old communion 


Like a local priest


Humming and dancing real slow

As memories of her are released


Visiting places, we used to play

And venues we used to feast 


Oh Lord


I just whisper


Lacerta

Rigel

Sirius 


Procyon



Arcturus and

Betelgeuse 



Turn your faces towards me 


And crown me with heavenly starlight 


To guide me 

Through this long night


As I sit alone and write


Apollo strike me up 

A merry tune 


Filled with blessings and sacred runes 


Hermes

Send word of where  

She now stays


So I can worship her 

Through this pain


Writing for her glory 


As I share our stories 


Of running in the wilderness 


Amongst the badlands of covid and men 


Before she drifted into infinity 

Suddenly


So

Oh Lord 



One day 

Somewhere 


When I die 


Will you bring her 

Back to me again 



(C)

Copyright John Duffy 


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Sunday, February 5, 2023

Visions of an Apocalyptic Future

Some say films are used as a physiological medium to condition society

I searched for this old piece I started in 2016

For a new book

After watching 


The Last of Us 


The Last of Us carried echoes of my first draft in 2016 


A dystopian future controlled by cruel overlords 


It seems such a dark channeled vision of a possible future 


The war in Ukraine
NATO in a proxy war with Russia 

Nuclear war threat

Sudden deaths worldwide

Covid vax lies

Higher prices across the board 

A decimated economy looming 


But have hope
The light always finds a way 


Well here it is



As written in 2016


Seems so far away
Looking back
Salute.


Sometimes we write for we must!


ON JANUARY 10, 2016 BY JOHN DUFFY

USA, Arizona, Quartzsite, Ghost Town, Castle Dome For the readers.

I sometimes write to relax.

A piece I started a few years ago whilst going through a rather dark phase

after my father died and began reading about the various themes

supported strongly on various conspiracy websites,

Which shall remain nameless of course

At the time

the seemingly endless suffering and sudden surge in cancer diagnoses

created anger

at the lack of meaningful treatment

and the feeling that something wasn’t all it seemed to be

This proved to be my own form of Catharsis

and with my introduction to the word itself 


I began writing.




FREEDOM.
FOR THEY LIVE.

The Year is 2021.

I Will begin before I get thirsty for some more Jack Daniels No.7

If you wondering why you should read the journal

of a Jack Daniels-drinking old hermit

Hiding in a working crematorium
think again

You need to know

This Dystopian Hell needs destroying

The old quote

“I didn’t speak out and when they came for me, there was no one left to speak for me “

Is sometimes too true

Don’t be one of the blind

Be one of the few who seek answers

Be one who finds some

Everyone wants the Truth but everyone is afraid, to be honest

The Time is always right to do what is Right

” The healthy man does not torture others,

more than often it is the tortured who interns into the torturers.”

A couple of memorable historic speeches before I start

” One day after I am long gone,

You will remember and say,

We should have stopped the nuclear program of Israel,

Abolished the Federal Reserve and kicked out secret societies, occultists, usurpers

And Zionists out of our wonderful Country

To keep it that way but it is never too late, just remember that ”

1917 – 1963 R.I.P

” A nation can survive its fools and even the ambitious.

But it cannot survive treason from within.

For the traitor appears not as a traitor but speaks in accents

Familiar to his citizens and wears their faces and arguments.

He appeals to the baseness that lies deep in the hearts of all men.

He rots the soul of a nation and works secretly to undermine the pillars of the city,

Infecting the body politics so that it can no longer resist. ”

106 – 43 BC R.I.P

Two very wise men

Did we learn anything from them?

Maybe now but then, NO!

Just a heads up, if I start using profane language

Blame Uncle Jack

He’s such a bad influence.

It started in 2014 with the preplanned Confiscation Movement

And ended up here in 2021

Total Dystopia

Ruled over by insidious and heartless Overlords

Whilst RFID populations

Worldwide

Slaved in dire inhumane conditions

Mensentio fed the World to death and cancerous tumors

Big Pharma, supported by the corruptible Laws of the Lands

Enforced the daily consumption of Goodness

And Newspeak ruled the Airwaves

The Truth needs to be heard

Our voice must get out

Men still carry False Flags

People still eat from the fruits of the Beast

The Rich still live in gilded palaces

The Hell on Earth is here

if the Truth gets out maybe the

Change we clamored for in 2013 might happen

#FREEDOM

We were warned by Foreshadowing

Open your Eyes

Wake up for THEY LIVE

I am a refugee in a funeral home

My last hiding place from a long line of others

Hidden from sight by occupying a secret compartment

In the furnace room

Protected by the lead-lined walls

From handheld or drone thermal scanners

Items in the room

Beat down leather chair

Chunks of polyurethane foam oozing out of its torn areas

A large dark wooden table

Stained with unknown substances

Enmeshed into the grain coloring the worn surface

Names scratched into the dirty filthy surface with primitive implements standout

Ironically Robert Olmstead been one

H. P. Lovecraft would have smiled all the way from his watery fourth-dimension home

in the legendary Innsmouth
If he knew

A beaten old black Remington typo dominates the desk

Reams of faded A4 paper rustling the table legs like old lovers

A half-drunk bottle of Jack Daniels

Sits unencumbered by the silence

Twinkling in its golden hue created by the only means of light in the room

A rapidly fading yellow altar candle

A bundle lays undisturbed upon the grimy floor

Ready for battling the dark when needed

Nearby in silence

Waiting to also be drunk with need

Glistens more Uncle Jacks

Sleeping remedy for long nights and heavy days

Medicinal of course

Electricity no longer trusted

For smart meters will alert the 4 Reich Death Squads

Hardly home from home
But wanted men can’t be fussy

As they say in certain circles

If you live in the South of Oceania

And are stuck in your rural self-contained prisons

Here’s what we have to contend with

…Just a brief overview…

Attack dogs and guards stand on every street corner

Hand scanners at the ready

If you're not showing your RFID chip when processed

Then FEMA awaits

The black heavily armored vans

Hidden from view with wrist and ankle chains

Will readily accommodate you

People line up to pass through the many checkpoints

That occurs every 100 meters

Pre-Crime cameras clinging to every surface above two meters

Watching
Always analyzing

New studies into deoxyribonucleic acid (DNA)

Has identified the Criminal gene

And if you're scanned and the gene is identified

FEMA awaits

Drones pollute the smoky air

Scanning buildings with thermal imaging cameras

Observing numbers and collecting the names of persons in the properties

As they fly past

My story is going out for the masses

To YOU

Using now expensive paper and an old typo

(Typewriter to the generation of gadget freaks)

Remington rocks

Anything electronic can be traced and erased

The old ways are the best

Read my tale and learn…WAKE UP

Nada and Frank Armitage tried

Now it's my turn

WAKE UP
For They Live

Noises from the perimeter scanners

Indicate the hybrid transhumanist attack dogs

Are nearby

Sometimes write for we must!


Mmmm...it could be my next small project. Salute.


Would you read it?

Kenja's Monologue

 


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Salute.

(A lone voice whispers)


I may be wrong 

You may think you're an exception 


For you're so strong 


But

Nothing lasts forever 


For the world 

You once knew 


Will someday burn 

Like Notre-Dame Cathedral


Signaling your life's own insurrection 


For even loyal hands like yours 

Will become weak 


Trying to master the ebbs and flows 


In keeping the grand balance of turning 


Your Great Wheel 

And living


Each and every week 

With all you know


For each person has a Sacred Wheel  


Their spirit slowly turns 


Some slow 

Some fast 


Some may stop and start

Some may last 


But the Sacred Wheel must nevertheless turn 


For the White Candle of Order  

Love and Light

To burn


Or chaos death and endless night 

Will return to corrupt


From the lips

Of The Omnious Devils Urn


For

Nothing physical lasts forever


Love 

Relationships 

Life 

Even Friendships 


For all things have a sell-by date 

When your soul leaves this life 


And opens a new gate


But poetic 

Memories and emotions

Will always remain


Since the bright stars will one day fade away

 

And a familiar hand will wave and welcome you 


Across

Into a new strange land 


But until then 

Know this as our parting kiss 


Nothing lasts forever 

This I've learned


So I wish the turner of your Sacred Wheel  


The Higher You


Blessings of the heart and soul 

To continue


And to always remember 

.

No matter how bright or bleak it seems 


Make it your goal

Each and every week 


To give that sacred wheel 

Another turn 


No matter how small 


So the White candle of Order  

Love and Light 

Burns


And make poetic 

Memories and emotions 


In a cruel world  

With all its twists and turns


The only things to try to earn 


Before you too 

Like me 


To here 

Returns 


With Charon 


Deaths version 

Of Lord Byron


We all call

The Ferryman of Hades 


The deliverer to this hell hole 

Where all memories of an old life fades



(C)

Copyright John Duffy 


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Thursday, February 2, 2023

The Song of the Maenads

 


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Salute.




(A sultry strong female voice sings)


Euoi Euoi Euoi


Dance to the Aulos 

Play the Tympanon


Euoi Euoi Euoi 


Oh holy Dionysus 

Hear your Kisso 


Sing 

Aloud 


Euoi Euoi Euoi 


Wherever you go 


You

Twice born and glorified 


Euoi Euoi Euoi


Dance to the Aulos 

Play the Tympanon


Euoi Euoi Euoi 


We

Raving ones

Cult of souls 


Euoi Euoi Euoi 


Need nowhere to hide 


For these red lips and beating hearts 


Cry with mournful pride 

To be at your side 


Euoi Euoi Euoi 


For we betide 

To ride morning tide


Euoi Euoi Euoi 


We  

Bacchae


Who sing and dance 

High on supernatural gleam 


Euoi Euoi Euoi 


We Maenads

Who's sword's a cross


In shape of a Thyrsus 


Euoi Euoi Euoi 


Worship thee 

In underground stream


Euoi Euoi Euoi 


For when Earth's last rites 

Are painted 


When Mars 

Red Goddess 

Tasted


And souls  

Twisted and dried 


Euoi Euoi Euoi 


When sun's bright colors 

Faded


And youngest poets 

Written words 


Paint you blue inside 


Euoi Euoi Euoi



We'll all be 

Bacchaee


To dance 

For you 


Forever 

For all to see


To the Aulos 

And play the Tympanon


Euoi Euoi Euoi 


We 

The Queens 


Of all beneath 

That breathes or dies 


Euoi Euoi Euoi 


See us now 

And hear our cries 


Euoi Euoi Euoi 


As we

Dance to the Aulos 


Play the Tympanon


Euoi Euoi Euoi 


Oh holy Dionysus 


Hear your Kisso 


Sing 

Aloud 


Wherever you go 


Euoi Euoi Euoi 


You

Twice born and glorified 


Euoi Euoi Euoi 


You

Twice born and glorified


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 


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Wednesday, February 1, 2023

A sad moment in history



(A lone voice whispers)



The huge excess deaths worldwide blows my mind.


Friends suddenly dying from quickly spreading cancers.


All the time.


Agenda's promoted by money-hungry political or well-paid chancers.


But soon they'll smile no more in glee 


But cower in fear


For truth and light will appear 


To dispel their darkness 
In the stillness


For their daily hypnotic broadcasts 


Can't last


The public are slowly getting in the know 


And as their numbers daily grow 


So the marches 
Will be all over social media 


And ignorance will be the baneful overcoat 


Of a hypnotized few 


Are you in the know yet?


Or would you rather get on with your life 


And casually forget 


The tragic deaths of millions 


As just more fabricated successions 


Of anarchic 
illusions




(C)
Copyright John Duffy 


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The Ballad of Whispering Dove


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Salute.



As she stood in the blustering winds


In the half-light
Of a secret candlelit Temple 


Called Vias Vetitum
(Forbidden Ways)


Standing still
Looking stunning 


After years of wildly running 


Forever searching for the lost mythical Spring 


Flowing with Love 


The Maid 
Called the Whispering Dove 


Heard whispers 


As a new song played
From high above 


Tender words floated down 

Surrounding her 


Like gently blown Dandelion seeds 


In those few seconds
Before the red rivers 


Rose-colored scent could guide her 


As it nearby flowed 


A lone voice then whispered words 


Her soul fire needs 


Carried like a soft echo

In the midnight air 


''Deep down
You know

The immortal stain
Of only laughter and pain"


Its low tone rang out like a toll keeper's golden bell 


With a mighty yell
As that line was carefully spoken 


Reminding her 


Is love worth the risk
Of being so broken 


If that's all
That remains 


For if nothing is duly delivered 


Like endless happiness 


Sensuous loving
In smiling long nights 


Will God appear in the half-light 


Like a humble shadow
To explain 


Where does love go 


And as long as it takes to do this 


To find new love 


Is that how long you've got to wait

Maybe for eternity 


As
Whispered by Morgana Dellacort's brother 


Called
Alfonso Profane 


For is there now
Only small victories 


To be found in
second-hand memories 


Emotional connections linked to out-of-date anniversaries 


Of old love 


Bad love
Grief love
Shy Love
Good love
Family Love 


But all love 


And even if no new love 


Can be found in the deep depths of the Mythical Spring 


Is that why God gave us all the profound gifts of memories 



To help us
Let someone 


Who knows us 


Carry us with love
Into the next century 


To sustain 


Even if we can't find anyone to break us 


Out of our own
Self-made penitentiary 


(C)
Copyright John Duffy 


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The Monologue of Jabari