The Rebel

Into the Third Ether

He came 

Fearlessly

Bestowed with

A majestic spiritual name

And so 

Into the First Ether

He now gloriously remains

After conquering

All his mortal pain

Linked to 

Non-conformity 

(C)

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Dreams of Idh-yaa

 

Part 2 of Channeling H.P. Lovecraft.

(A lone voice whispers)

 Her ruby eyes 

When she appeared knocking softly on my front door

Wore me out instantaneously with revolving shadows

Blooming with mystical colours of deep dreams

Echos of an unexplored multiverse 

A place where unfulfilled desires and cravings linked to lust

Could be so easily dissolved and resolved

They whispered of archaic realms

Revolving around humanity 

Like old satellites unseen 

Twinkling with sparkling obsidian dust infused with a fervent red shimmer 

Of something transmigrational

Something so mysterious and sensuous 

That when she suddenly willed it to appear 

You could sense it would be utterly insatiable 

Her smile carried a hidden memorandum and invitation 

That was inescapable 

For with one look 

You knew her courage was unshakable 

She appeared to me like a ghost in the night

Offered me a sharp drink 

To sink before our libidos began to fight

Her real name was truly a mystery to me 

As I wait impatiently by the fireplace 

At The Shadow and The Key 

For her return 

But when I pause and reflect 

Will I ever learn

And like so many before me 

Will I come to eventually understand

That she's just one of the many saboteurs 

Sent by the hidden Masters at Arms 

Like wild-eyed birds as this world turns 

Or am I just another blind fool 

Looking for love 

As the world stands at one minute to midnight

Before everything goes nuclear and everyone burns 

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Channeling H. P. Lovecraft

 

 Part 1

(A lone voice whispers)

At the Most High Temple

On the unmapped mountains 

Once climbed recklessly by illuminated souls such as 

Nostradamus or Louis Bellefontaine 

To meet the neverending sensation

The imperceptible incarnation emitting that magnetic pull and lull

Which haunted their every waking seconds and vivid dreams

With its unwarranted invasion

Who many contemporary colleagues 

Then viewed as touched with a trace of Darkened Lilith Madness

For when the Mighty Dagon 

The mythical beast of the Deep North Sea 

Heard my calls for knowledge and wisdom 

Sent blowing like paper boats

Sailing through the world's silence 

Of the vicious violence in the Middle East

Overflowing with prayers 

Spiritually charged with erratic need 

He too sent me a personal invitation

Which would lead me into a new age of transformation 

To the lonely place where I lived by the raging sea

Known only to a select few 

As The Shadow and The Key

The Dagon

Invisible invader of the human thalamus

The Dream Walker

Whisperer in the Darkness

Came to me in Kansas

At midnight

With lightning and thunder announcing his sudden arrival 

At the Shadow and The Key

It told me deep occult secrets

Only kept in the heavily guarded vaults 

Beyond the Blue Door of the Marianas Trench

Sealed by incarnations and potent harming spells

To deflect the Broken

Seething and entrenched with dark dreams seeking only revenge 

It spoke of red wars

Red rivers

Broken dreams

Torn minds and souls

Power-hungry controlled pawns used by unspoken things like it

Supernatural creatures

Which create their new forms of piety by handing out subliminal lyric sheets 

So they can keep the hypnotised singing their war songs

It warned me of a lady in blue

A shadow walker who would soon call to the Shadow and The Key

And offer me glorious pleasure as we lay entwined by the sea

It said to choose wisely for the Red Wars

The red rivers of Broken Dreams and Torn minds and Souls

Would soon need someone strong 

To lessen the blows from those pulling the strings

For the unseen monsters in control

Someone to soothe their pain with illuminated prose

And then with a crash of white lightning

Striking the fireplace clock 

Right in its timekeeper's small face

It was gone

The Mighty Dogan told me a time and date

She would arrive

Idh-yaa

Or to some Quum-yaa

Cthulhu's Mate

The Mighty Mother or the Gothic Matriarch 

One of the last Great Old Ones 

But to me

Just The Lady in Blue who with her love

Would could carry the velvety tainted baskets 

Filled with the snakes of corruption that could worsen the planet's fate

Well

Today's the foretold date

And the time is tonight at eight

Sitting here by the soft sea

Warm in my refuge from the world 

In my beige smoker's jacket 

In The Shadow and The Key

Shall I answer the door when she knocks and be a gracious host

Or should I ignore it and try to bring hope to the world 

By starting my new form of poetic Renaissance

To soothe the few when they need it the most 

(C)

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Teva's Story

 Why do the voices speak in poetry as I lucid dream?

Are some ghosts just into poetry?

Is it all the rage in the hereafter?



When I once lived 

I lived in a silent limbo

Surrounded by an inner pain that always grew

And it just 
Couldn’t go on that way

We lived together forevermore
Or so I thought

It all began with a sudden interest 
In long walks alone

She always took her telephone

The mental separation started soon after 

Her building of a great big wall
Trump in this age

Would have been proud of 
In the bedroom

The sex soon stopped 
And her excuses were always good 

I admit

But I could always see through 
All those thinly painted lies

Covering it

Do I still miss her 
As all these years pass on

Well she left me soon after I confronted her 
With that deep knot of anxiety 

Getting tighter in my stomach
As I spoke

She tried to tell me more lies
Eventually

She broke and came clean

And said I was a no-good 
Old worn-out joke

And why shouldn’t she cheat
I had nothing more to give

Oh boy 
That inner pain got so tight
My eyes watered and I ran straight out 

I remember it so well

I went under the 645 train
On Thursday
1998

I can still see the driver’s bright terrified eyes 
And for that

I am sorry if I made anyone late

I watched my funeral
It took place on a Monday at 12

I saw old friends shed fake wet tears

She even came with a man I once knew

I hope he’s prepared for when she doesn’t get what she wants
And there’s nothing more in his world 
He can physically do

She’ll just cheat again and he’ll be looking for the 645
To just arrive

I suppose I should be grateful
It never really hurt

But now I’m free of struggling and 
It could be worse

I could be still shovelling dirt
And giving all my money to her

Well 
I’m at some sort of strange peace

I saw Jesus once

He said 

Son
All the living sometimes do wrong
I saw your woman once and 

I forgive you

I have a place in here
You can go to

Your old love Sarah 
Lives nearby 

Now wipe
Away all those soft tears

I've seen  
You always cry

Sometimes happiness can find you
Even if you die

Now go call by

Tell her Jesus sent you
And you’ll see everything 
Going to be alright

Now say, amen brother

Well
I said, amen brother
And if you could only see

It ain't so bad in here
I now have everything I need

Thanks for listening and fellas

Stay away from those beautiful 
Gold diggers

They’ll suck the life out of you
And turn you into your own
Killer

Well my Sarah’s calling and I must
Go



Take my thoughts away with you
Into those cold nights

Over and out

Cause I won’t be returning anymore

I now live happily in here and leave you with these two simple
Lines

Find true love
Because all things it ignites 

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Is this the lonely secret of your life?

  

Memoirs from the Book of Secrets

(A lone voice whispers.)


Have you ever looked deep into the mirror and wondered if you're really
done enough


Left something tangible something future generations can listen to

See or read through and make a fuss


A legacy of your vision or dreams

Stories they maybe can trace through a time when you were once young and free


Chasing life filled with deep dreams or drunk and lucid

Spilling stories whilst licked up on Loves delicious red wine


What do you see when you look really deep into the Mirrors of Time


Past all the makeup
Wrinkles

Beards or sad eyes that still might pine


One holiday a year

Warm smiles in the 2-week hot sun


Then back to work
Grinding hard through the year

For a return to your only perk



Is that the only legacy you're going to leave to describe your dreams

Is that the lonely story of your lifetime



Or are you going to reach deep into the breach

Place your chips on life's ever-spinning roulette



And create a new legacy filled with taking chances on newer challenges

They or you will never be ashamed to forget

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Good night

 Like a visceral ball of fire

I write

To live forever 

Before I expire

(C)

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Madam Poetry. The Owner of Many.

(A lone voice whispers.)

I've seduced so many

From all races

All sex's

Oh 

So many countless old and new faces

With such enticing words

So rhythmically and seductively compelling

Like a form of silent yelling

A self-inductive current for their soul

That can be either destructive or constructive

But be careful if you summon me

To visit

Or I could hypnotise you to crave more

To open that hidden Red Door 

To your innermost 

Curiosity or desires

 

Fires

Of the Unknown 

Which lies in The Nexus

The very centre

Of all those hidden compartmentalized emotions

You own

To create such a magnificent 

Self-Pleasure City

One that Freud would rejoice in

With the Pleasure and Principle as President

To help you win

Or overcome sin

When one needs primary gratification

A release of all happy or old painful sensations

Containing nations of

Thirst

Anger

hunger

Or sex

Which lay in your souls innermost 

Vortex

A city free of any ethics committees

But where

Salacity

Will be 

The only form of 

Pity

Where 

I'll hold you like a wilting red rose

Caress your spirit 

When needed

In any love letters

You'll write

For they all matter

Call to you 

At any given hour

As my new slave

Subservient to my visceral powers 

And lead you

Into my pagan-lettered 

Cave of Expressions

I also use as my penitentiary 

Until I drink and eat all your innocence

Within a butterfly's heartbeat

Where

Afterwards 

I'll curse you to bare your soul

Daily

As an indentured conscript

To create newly dipped scripts

In your hearts well

Like so many others 

Of my indoctrinated addicts

Who from morning 

To midnight

Yell

Silently

While composing

Or confessing

Possessed

Under my spell

(C)

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The Mage

(A lone voice whispers.)

Close your eyes

To everything else

Read this in total silence

In semi-darkness

Can you hear my sultry tempting voice 

As the only noise

Read these magical words

Below

You have no option now

There's no going back

Yumbarto

Kilgarruti

Yumbarto

Kilgarruti

So its dulcet tones can

Run their sinewy hypnotic octaves 

Down your now shivering spine

In waves

Yumbarto

Kilgarruti

Yumbarto

Kilgarruti

Are those goose pimples

On your now-on-edge skin

Appearing

As your soul

Opens its front doors and gleefully 

Beckons me 

In to party

With these final words

Yumbarto

Kilgarruti

Take me

(C)

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A Dark Voice Whispers

  

Hear me

For I'm 

The Oracle in the Temple of Temptation

In the darkness  

The multitude  

They cry

Those tormented but loved ferociously by my brother Sin

Who I bless to always  

Win

The Fallen  

Who kneel  

Rich and powerful but

Starved of love

Those who do not pray for mercy in the darkness

From high above

What they do not know

What I try to cloud their judgement to deny

That there is still hope  

For my enemy did not die

But the fools  

Who I claim now as mine

The members of secret societies

Corrupt and greedy

Don't believe he lived  

Beyond the bet of a dime 

So I can maybe take my chance

And lead them to my desert of desolation

With a soft kiss and a trusting hand

That tempts them to take it

To begin our eternal dance

For my name is on another level

If you're into rhyming

You might already know my name

It's simply an inversion of a place

The Enlightened  

Know as heaven

The King who loves to embezzle

Who the righteous know as their adversary

My name is known worldwide

Glad to meet you  

My name is your friendly rebel

The.......

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A piece inspired by all the corruption, flooding the worldview at this junction in time.

There's always hope though, you just have to look between the cracks in the Shadows. Salute. 

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And my Almighty

The LORD whispered

I have opened new worlds of words

For you 

A poetic ministry 

And the main word is

WRITE

To do your bit

In the upcoming fight

So write

(C)

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Channelling William

(A lone voice whispers.)

My Serafina

I still miss your sweet voice

Your delicate smile and your Chanel Number 5 perfume

Those symbols of you

Follow me

Like silvery orbs

Into every single room

The drums

In my mind 

Beat louder

Each time I remember your fireplace picture

But now

Nothing sates me

But faith in scripture

For 

Psalms 35 says

Contend, O LORD, with those who contend with me; fight against those who fight against me.

Take up shield and buckler; arise and come to my aid. 

Brandish spear and javelin against those who pursue me. 

Say to my soul, 

"I am your salvation."

So now I no longer fear

Demons linked to darkness or loneliness 

In here

Bereft of you

For I know

1 Corinthians 15: 42-45

Says

"So it will be with the resurrection of the dead.

The body that is sown is perishable, it is raised imperishable; 

It is sown in dishonour it is raised in glory; 

It is sown in weakness, it is raised in power; 

It is sown a natural body, it is raised a spiritual body."

For together

We will be again

To feel the bounty and fruit of the endless harvest 

To sit with and feel the warmth 

Those 

We today

Still miss

In endless bliss

(C)

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Hope

 (A lone voice whispers.)

When sleep is all you mercifully seek

For your soul is sorrowful and weak

When Dreamland's mists start creeping in

Slowly

Like a thief 

In the HippoCampus Inn

I'll be waiting

In its centre

Waiting for you

To enter 

And to me

Your mighty defender

Your sovereign shield 

Surrender

For you and me

Need to speak

So you know

Wherever

You're feeling 

Sorrowful or

Weak

Seek Dreamland

So I can appear

With my enchanting marching band

Of inspiration 

In the mists

And you

To sing to sleep

By the soothing sounds

Of our violins

Before I return

To The HippoCampus Inn

My home

Just

Beneath your skin

(C)

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The Wedding Vows of Lucian

(A lone voice whispers.)

Bind me not to only love

But to true divine friendship

Bind me not to only love

But to the warmth of our wet hungry lips

First thing in the morning

And last thing at midnight

Bind me not to your words to embrace

But to the sweet tranquil noise of two crashing hips

Bind me not to a life of emotional slavery

But to the core of your very soul

Bind me to place

To live 

Inside 

Forever

A place no one

Else

Will ever know

My words to you 

My love

Bind me instead to the bow of your immortal ship

For we can then

Sail together

Into the everlasting

Sunset

And make a home

In a serene place

When our time

Comes

Only those bound

In spiritual wedlock

Can ever go

To hold hands 

To walk 

Barefoot through the falling

Heavenly snow

So don't just bind

Me to a golden ring

Bind me to your

Everything

So standing

In a circle of true love

Our twin's souls

Can sing

And be unified

For we both

Were never locked together 

By the long reach

Of bondage 

Linked to mortal sin

(C)

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The Midnight Gardens of Magadorne

 

(A lone voice whispers.)

In The Midnight Garden

When the world sleeps

In Magadorne

I see you

Walking 

Dressed in expensive white lace

With such grace

Surrounded by celestial white butterflies

Serenaded by the sound 

Of a lone mesmerising horn

In an endless garden 

Of twinkling flowers

Reborn

As my soul pines

For the smell of your so-familiar perfume 

A glimpse of our wedding ring

Your hair

Across your beautiful face 

Willing you to look

My way

So I can taste your lips 

As I run my hard fingertips 

Across your soft hips

But you never look

Never see me 

As you and your heavenly entourage

Follow the twinkling flowers

Down to the river

Then to disappear 

Out of sight

This happens to me

Every night

In surreal dreams

When the world sleeps

As I find myself

Stranded

Like a new

Robinson Crusoe

In The Midnight Gardens

Of Magadorne

Where grief lives

In human form

And Mr. Desire

Stands and proudly blows

It's diamond-studded

Horn

To summon 

The celestial butterflies

So watching spirits

In the Ether

Beyond time and space

Can gather

With popcorn

To watch me

Walk my walk

My walk of painful

Memories

In their special inter-dimensional place 

Watching ghosts of the past

Pass by

With no expressions

Or emotional energy 

For they are the only fragments of my past

I treasure

A beloved memory of you 

I remember 

Whenever I wake

I had the pleasure 

To share 

Only but 

Yesterday

In The Midnight Gardens 

Of Magadorne

Where every night

You are reborn

(C)

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The Golden Thread

 For those enduring grief in these dark year's. 

Salute. 

Book overview

Looking at her head was like staring into a bright ray of glorious sunshine. 

A bright beam of summer with two starry eyes looking back. 

Eyes, which carried such beautiful ever changing pupils within. 

Pupils, which were constantly oscillating from one colour to the next, as she constantly held me firmly within her fixated eyes. 

She spoke. 

"I have a tale to tell you. We have heard you call in the dark of night to the City of God, and I have been sent to speak with you. 

Time is now at a standstill, it no longer ticks. 

We have the endless night. 

You must listen.

You may question when I nod, but not until then. 

Listen, but do not be afraid. 

The Divine One has sent me to deliver this message for you, his brethren and the world. 

We in the Celestial City have heard the cries of the many, the silent prayers of requests, the symphonies of lamentations, the songs of longing - 

Will we see them again vibrates throughout our alabaster corridors.

This is a tale that illuminates Hope in the Darkness of Grief.

 Lifts hearts in moments of Doubts and tells all the readers one thing, how they can defeat the Dark moments in life, when defeat seems inevitable. 

Love. 

Love in all its majesty is the one thing from where all goodness stems. 

Love is the King and Queen of life's emotions. 

The empire from which Kindness, Compassion, Empathy, Charity and Hope flourishes within. 

Love is the greatest gift we can ever bestow to anybody, any creature or any occasion, for it elevates the soul and energizes a weary heart. 

Are you ready for a journey into the unknown? 

Are you ready for the tale of the Golden Thread? 

A tale of such spiritual magnificence, it will forever change your life.

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Poetry and Musings from The Great In-Between

Shouldn't poetry be so visceral, it strikes so deep and reaches the soul? 

A catalogue of supernatural monologues whispered in the darkness. 

Am I just a conduit from The Great In-Between?

As Goddess Aphrodite

With her dark sympathetic eyes watching and

Emitting a supernatural hypnotic aroma
Of almonds

In her fast-flowing white silk gown

Standing on the ominous
Invisible broken banks of שְׁאוֹל

Unspoken grounds of an
Unseen Sheol

She whispers......

Welcome to a collection of stimulating otherworldly prose

Summoned from the shimmering half places where no one really visits or goes in

The Great In-Between

Gathered in the Years of Everlasting Change to Modern Society

Known as the Covid Years starting in the year of our Lord

2020 to the 14th of April 2021

A gathering of light and dark delicious supernatural prose

To indulge an inquisitive mind on any lonely rainy day

Wherever they are as in this deceptively deep life

They still run

Read on
Knowing they who watch standing silently behind me

Just hiding in these flickering shadowy spaces are also within you in that very room

For you’ve unknowingly summoned them all by reading all these opening lines

Conjured from the many dark halls from the Dark Castle of Apollos Keep

We advance as one and it's so glad to finally meet you

Shall we begin with tales of light and dark emotional overtures

Linked to morality and sin and whatever else they've seen

Which echo from here to eternity within these alabaster grey walls

Now say after me
Immediately

So Mote It Be!

(C)

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