Friday, May 31, 2024
Thursday, May 30, 2024
Is the world truly corrupt?
Title:
The Indentured Slaves of Society
The Dark Angel of Corruption and Death
Came smiling down like Old Nick
In black judges robes
Shining bright
Like a burning fire in a cold night
Leaving poisoned spears tipped with dollars and diamonds
In political halls and
Vast institutions
In silence
Waiting for new fools
To find them
Only to then appear with violence
To pierce their side
Like he on the cross
At Golgotha
Who died
So they
Like pine needles
In the wind
Blow and bow
To a new tune
For their forests will never be green
Their sunsets will all no longer gleam
For their new leader and host
The Ghost
Of Corruption and Death
Has spread his wings
So the newly corrupted must sing
Victoria
Victoria
Victoria a la corrupciĆ³n y la muerte
Victoria
Victoria
Victoria a la corrupciĆ³n y la muerte
Victory
Victory
Victory to corruption and death
Victory to corruption and death
As they handcuffed by greed and power
No longer flower
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
My Last Letter
Press play.
My last letter
It came from the East
Smiling
All slender and ash grey
Wearing a white wedding veil
As it came my way
In the year of 1941
With the cold rise of the early morning sun
On the 20th of May
When the German airborn arrived
To join the Battle of Crete
She came slowly walking up
Down that murky street
In the smoky ash and mud
Barefoot
In faded Somerset white
With bag pipes playing
Grey eyes and broken red tipped finger nails
With a scent of death
And grave
The beast takes many forms
He took all my friends that day
Bill
Terry
Paul and
Big Norm
That smiling wedding bride took their hands
When
They got shot and died
I saw it all
In the smoke
And cried
For second sight
Have I
And when she called to take Big Norm
As I watched her shimmering form
She whispered
She you in 2024
On May the 30th
Look for me
Listen for the bagpipes
I come at dawn
Then she took Big Norm's hand
And they both walked away
Crying
Followed the music of bagpipes playing Going Home
And cries
Amongst the bullets flying
Of the dying
I prayed as I stood
Alone
At the end of that day
And now it's 2024
And the dawn of May on the 30th
Soon she comes
For the faint noise
Of bagpipes playing
Are making this rattling noise in my lungs
But I'm not scared
Bill
Terry
Paul and
Big Norm
Are all waiting for me there
For I'm
Going home
For I'm
Going home
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Tuesday, May 28, 2024
The Monologue of the Lost Soul
EThe Monologue of The Lost Soul
Scene:
A middle aged man.
Unshaven.
Surrounded by photo albums.
And cobwebs.
Kneels in front of an aging shrine to his dearly departed wife.
At midnight.
And prays
(A lone voice whispers)
O Lord
King of all Spirits and Fates
Why do I
With sleepless eyes
Still seek a love that's died
Am I a foe
Seeking forgiveness
In lullabies
In knee-worship prayers
With a broken heart of catacombs
Where fear lives
Now it has found its
Home
As I once reached out
To the Ether
And cried
When she crossed over
To the Otherside
With sullen eyes
Am I cursed to never sleep
To never again know
To treat or feel her
My sin eater and preacher
As demons and angels From past delights
Like Demeter and the old Unwashed Redeemer
Walk past
Like pale shadows
In endless nights
And smile
When sleep
I do fight
On Monarch
Lord
And King of all that's Right
Pray for me
Go that extra mile
And open a window
So I can reach her
In sleep
Tonight
To see her
My teacher
My speaker
And who like
Mary
Was a true believer
Who now lives within
Your kingdom
As she's found holy freedom
Pray we can wander hand in hand
In The Great Underground Stream
As I dream
Tonight
In a new
Garden of Eden
Amen
For
I'm so useless
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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Monday, May 27, 2024
Sunday, May 26, 2024
Saturday, May 25, 2024
#singlelife
Press play.
(A lone voice whispers)
Do we
The broken lonely souls on Earth
Sometimes run
From a new rebirth
And finding a true love
We deserve
For in running
When in true flight
Do we find a strange soothing solace
In the sleepless drama of a self imposed karma
In that races dirt
Found in the middle of a dark endless
Night
When we no longer need to look
To get hurt
By opening a new leather bound book
Of possible trauma
Filled with emotional
middle age
Melodrama
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Foundation of the piece.
Do the newly separated find a form of salvation in staying single?
Thursday, May 23, 2024
Memories of The Beautiful lady Girl with the Golden Honda
Memories of The Beautiful Girl with the Golden Honda
You were my only silent dancer
My guiding shining light
Whenever I felt
Deep emotional pain
As I fought those early signs of cancer
On ward ten
And although departed
By four years
That deep love
Still remains
And calls again
Memories and emotions
Of an incredible fire
That never expires
Entwined like green ivy
In flight
In the middle of each now depressing night
Of writing prose
For exquisite pleasure
On soft skin
That cannot be retold
Only for each other
To treasure
In December archives
As they grow old
For sometimes
The Lord gives you a gift
In the form of a blessing
To forever
Lift
A friend
To the end
For only us
To truly see
Whatever may
Come
And it's why I wrote this today
For to me
You'll always be
The only one
Who beat
My souls drum
Loudly
Whenever
I felt numb
© John Duffy
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Wednesday, May 22, 2024
How do you view poetry?
How do you view poetry and do you think with the rise of AI, will future generations lose a wonderful means of self-expression?
Monday, May 20, 2024
The Deathless God's
A whisper from a deep lucid dream, filled with darkness and pain.
Probably a dire consequence of the world stage, today.
Does world events sometimes influence your poetry?
I think I already know the answer.
Salute.
Title:
The Deathless God"s
(A lone voice whispers)
You
All the abandoned offspring of the Khloris
Lost souls caught in the spinning vortex of the Universal Principals
Doomed and baptised at birth
To blindly chase love war sex and greed
Money and power as the unforgiving winds of yesteryear
Blow into the new pages of tomorrow
Where nothing seems to change
As we sadly watch down through the ages
Blind
Naked and rebellious
As the day you were given the fruit of life
Soon you will all fall before us in endless multicoloured lines
On your spiritual knees
Like the many new slaves of the Agento and worship us
The Deathless Gods
For you are so sentenced for being so reckless
And no other power in the Universe can repel us
For we are the Nexus
The wise ones
Cautious
But you
The stupid ones
Always overconfident and soon to be headless
If you don't change your spiritual ways and reject us
You'll just have to accept us
Copyright John Duffy
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Aria the Druidess
(A lone voice whispers)
Write your words like mesmerising spells
Like
California yellow bells
To bewitch hungry
Eyes that see
Using your incredible
Vocabulary
By all means
And the four types of comprehension
Literal
Interpretive
Critical
And creative
To conjure
Themes
And memes
From the fourth dimension
To enrich jaded eyes
To stimulate weary senses
Send forth your unique voice
Via your prose
To grace unconsciously moving wet lips
With a sweet scent
Of your inner
Red rose
That tempts them
To read on
In their moments of stillness
And you'll realize
your love of poetry
May be the missing link
That completes them
Like the three wise men
Who once saw
The shining
Star of Bethlehem
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Saturday, May 18, 2024
The Monologue of Jabari
The Monologue of Jabari
(A lone voice whispers)
Time has defeated me
My Amelie
As Death has cheated me
The love you once gave me to sip
Weekly
As expensive tea
Now no longer completes me
For everywhere I go
I see purple graffiti
For my eyes only
Written with sharp strokes of Swahili
Njoo kwangu
Njoo kwangu
They read
Serenely
Njoo kwangu
Njoo kwangu
It may seem too late
But maybe we'll be given
An act two
So my spirit guides
Can thank you
For a man
Who has walked
The sorrowful path of Matthew
Looking for statue
To worship
I once found you
In a place
I dream I could go
Back to
But
Time has defeated me
My Amelie
As Death has cheated me
The love you once gave me to sip
Weekly
As expensive tea
Now no longer completes me
For everywhere I go
I see purple graffiti
For my eyes only
Written with sharp strokes of Swahili
Njoo kwangu
Njoo kwangu
They read
Serenely
Njoo kwangu
Njoo kwangu
Come to me
Come to me
Njoo kwangu
Come to me
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Njoo kwangu translated:
Come to me
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Monday, May 13, 2024
Is this why people cheat?
An intriguing question arose in-between emailing beat makers and singers, as I caught snippets of television.
Can two cheaters ever be truly happy?
Can you ever trust a cheater?
Do two people, who meet, probably at work, (statistically) and have an affair.
Have a lasting trusting relationship?
Or is the fling just a brief dopamine hit to fill a void?
Why don't people just be open and part ways, gracefully?
But oh, the human condition.
The Devils in the details.
If you've ever been cheated on, apologies for the piece.
It's not intended to trigger old emotions. It's just a reflection of some aspects of humanity.
And on the other hand, does it relate to those tempted by the reverse of loyalty?
Salute.
A theme portrayed endlessly in soaps, drama's, film but more realistically, life.
Title:
The Affair
(A lone voice reflects in introspection)
We always meet
Like later tonight
Under the moonlights
Priceless
Silvery rays
I know we'll slow dance
To Al Green
Like entwined
Consummated eternal lovers
Forever engaged
And married insidiously
By Father Darkness
Through our wicked
Salacious old ways
The thoughts of the world
And all outward consequences
Guilt
Fear
And causing hurt
Simply burn on our
Old relationships
Funeral pyres
And just float away
Like wind blown dirt
Carried aloft by the
Cold now dystopian
Midnight air
This crazy relationship
Which we started as a
Facebook and Twitter
Conversation
Is now such a thrilling
Exhilarating irreducible dare
And is now my every
Breathing prayer
I know this may last or may break
And it may end in a heartbeat
As we share a slice
of the Devil's
Delicious seductive cake
But deep down I know you were always
Worth the risks
The lies and long waits
For your three whispered words now just bind
And sing for me
Whenever my blue eyes close
Three words within eight letters
I just love to hear
I love you
It just keeps me starstruck
Like a Hollywood big actor
Lost on your big screen
Projector
So regardless of our sin and our unspoken marriage
As we ceremoniously
Slide through dark shadows
Like unseen lepers
I pray we win
And buy that dream
Together
For I know
We're just two
Of the world's many
Unknown sinners
Swimming valiantly
In one of life's
Many deep rivers
Trying to hold tightly
To each other
As we
Sometimes struggle
To breathe
Trying to be
Together forever
Whatever this judgmental
World
Believes or conceives
Married together
Insidiously
Through our wicked ways
As we weave gaslighting
Machiavellian plans
To always deceive
But a silent unspoken question
Always remains
In the dark recesses of my mind
Like today
Before I meet you
And tell the wife
I'm working late
On a new project
Helping Sebastien
With a straight face
For as soon my pupils
Dilate
I always wonder
Will one of us
Get bored
And cheat
Again
Copyright John Duffy
Sunday, May 12, 2024
The Owned Man
A poem for all those men whose beguiling beauties, rule their tightly controlled lives.
A recent film inspired the piece but maybe it's more closer to the divine truth of their existence.
The film was The Graduate.
Such a classic.
Perhaps I should have titled it, Mrs. Robinson š©
Salute.
Title:
The Owned Man
(A lone voice whispers)
As she
My sweet-sounding
Goddess
Who daily and especially at night
Who wantonly
Without shame of fear
Of retribution
Consumes my every
Breathing vista's
With a sweet sounding
Sensuously rapturous
Soft
Liquid like melody
Always proclaiming.
It's you I just need
In light whispers
Whilst
Forever caressing me
As her delicately toned red
Fingers
Conduct a deliciously tender but firm
Melodious
Symphony
With my quivering
Sweat soaked skin
As her beloved treasured
Lyrics sheet
Her dulcet tones
Sometimes dominant
But
Yet hypnotically
Honeyed smooth and
Lyrically euphonious
Always hold me in
A subtle but forceful trance
Of her own cunning doing
At the same time.
Some think I'm
Blessed to lay and
Walk beside such a
Striking beauty
Gian Lorenzo Bernini
Would have been proud
To sculpt
But I'm
Simply forever
Dammed
For
Her low easily seductive
Mellifluous voice
Always sends me
Tumbling
Forever fumbling
Down a deep tunnel
Created and made
For Loves deluded
Lost souls to
Wallow in
Until
Oblivion
And we hold our arms wide open and admit in front of the Almighty
We just loved living in
Sin.
Copyright John Duffy
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Saturday, May 11, 2024
Be Courageous
Have a wonderful weekend all!
I rather enjoy inspiring others.
Isn't that why we were all born?
Title:
Be Courageous
(A lone voice whispers)
Within time
Whispered Mister Emotions
You will need me more
As you slowly turn
Father's Times
Ancient books
Full of loose pages
Your memories
May slowly start to fade
As dark shades cloud your
Mortality
As you
Year by year
Unfortunately age
But I will stay loyal
And within
A scent
Old treasured letters
Or just pictures
I am reborn
For
I am the trigger
In your sleeping gun
The golden bullets
To revive your mind
Although
The world around you
May slowly
Turn dark
Although you
May be
Lonesome
Happy
Godless
Faithful
Meek
Or truly just
Strong
I am but one of the many
Silent gatekeepers
Who protect your life's works
And many songs
Its tales of romance
Happiness and love
All of your majestic empires
Just lying silently
Within dark keeps
So look in the mirrors and see
If you can feel me
See that beautiful reflection
In those mesmerizing sparkling
Bright eyes
That's me
So
Wear courage like a second
Skin wherever you go
The masses might whisper
Collude
Remark and say
It cannot be done
Put those dreams down and
Go hide them away
Look at him or her
They're losing their
Touch
Multitudes may proclaim
With glee
As you endure
Spells of failure
Quick to mention
It's beyond your reach
Or regalia
But you my reader
Are a creation of such beauty
Those dreams embody
The strength and power
Of your souls own duty
So rise up
In front
Of their precious scrutiny
Show them the harmonious
Collaboration of inner faith
And belief
Step above their glorious lies
And continue to rise
It's how you'll escape
and succeed
In front of their
Jealous
Green eyes
Copyright John Duffy
Lost Love Reborn
Does emotional poetry
whistle a song your emotions slow dance to?
My Saturday post.
Salute.
Title:
Lost Love Reborn
(A lone voice whispers)
I can only hope you answer so eloquently
as I patiently wait
With bated breath
For answers to my deep-seated questions
Once asked in my dark shaded sleep
For your old messages and beloved memories
are still in my old seahorse-shaped
gun
My old faithful
Hippocampus
To shoot irreplaceable bullets of us
To help dispel the oncoming darkness
And our softly whispered wishes
Are still my alabaster white altar
I kneel nightly to pray upon
And weep
What tomorrow holds as it slowly unfolds
As Barred Owls
Hidden in trees
Sing
Who-cooks-for-you
And Northern Mockingbirds
Ritual early morning songs are sung
By unseen omnipotent pagan Old Gods
Who deem themes to be our preordained fates
Just know I will always wait
By the Red Churches wrought iron old gates
Where I now belong
For even
Fairy tales coming true seem so distant
And out of reach
Only to be found on King Aeetes of Colchis
Beaches
Like by those on a mythical quest like Greek heroes
I know
Your heart may have been broken
As it once lovingly swallowed
Loves enchanting red potions
The questions I ask
Are simply these
Can we stay together in this quiet moment
As we grieve
For lonely souls like us
That have walked through loves red mists
From dawn
To dusk
And now lay filled with disappointments and distrust
Can we once again be reinvigorated
To once more explore knee-deep into the quagmires
Of deep uncertainty
Illuminated by the flames of Aphrodisiac's red fire
And still take all the risks that may come
Even though others may question our choices and dark desires
Is there hidden
In those seconds minutes and hours
Weeks and months and even years
A piece of opaque respite full of inspired prose and overwhelming wet invisible tears
In the quest for an endless red kiss
Is this montage but a sensuously crafted piece
To create a brief emotional distraction
To elicit vibrations
Of a mysterious place
Where lost souls meet
Under a poetic umbrella
In peace
Societies invisible souls who now
No one will miss
In the mythical red room
Featured with a blazing fire
Red wine and white candles
That await two
To start conversations of introduction
Soon
As winds of a previous lost existence
Swirls and the eyes of jealous
Stay hidden
Forbidden in
Carefully camouflaged red mists
Does your silkened mind still crave some of my thoughts of the divine
If answers within your indulgent mind still seeks more and whispers
Yes
Then read these poignant words when you are weak
For I can confess
With candid heart
And willing soul until the day when I eventually disappear
And we are truly
Apart
When I grow old
That I desire to know those answers
Be they sung
In love songs
New letters
Or handwritten stanzas
Your soulmate
Frabrato
The eternal chancer
©
John Duffy
Friday, May 10, 2024
The Monologue of the Survivor
A piece for those trying to smile
While walking
The longest of miles
Does it resonate?
Salute.
Title:
The Monologue of the Survivor
(A lone voice whispers)
I have loved my life
Called it a thousand names
As I fought through pain
All its gifts are mine
They all reside deep inside
For
I'm illuminated
I feel everything around and within me
Even when I’m defeated
I feel sacred
I bathe in the perpetual glow
Of a glorious sun
But no matter how far I wonder
No matter how far I run
My inner sun
Holds treasures for the soul
The more I give
The more I feel whole
Although I change
Physically
Every seven years
I'm indomitable
I study the splendour of my life
I celebrate the joys and pains
For my faith
Is formidable
Stranded to rhythms and
outrageous patterns of chaos
I materialize to create my own cosmos
With
Divine symmetry
Between my powers
Of inspiration and sensation
This wild life is simply my own seance
I desire the paths I walk
The side roads
Streets and byroads
Filled with newer experiences and faces
Thrill me
I offer compassionate and benevolence
To all in need
I control the Achilles' heels
Within my world
For its fears
Are irrelevant
I celebrate in the curative power of pleasure
I satisfy my hunger within its revered well
I initiate the deep free dive
To impenetrable depths
To find my blazing strength
Flowing from my crux to create new worlds
As my guardian angels wept
Love and Laughter
Elevate me
I hail from paradise to create my sanctuary
To pay tribute to my true spirit
For its inner beauty is beyond compare
Writing
Poetry
Singing and smiling
For
I'm an original
Simply surviving
Copyright John Duffy
Thursday, May 9, 2024
Mirroring from the Abyss
Title:
Mirroring from the Abyss
(A lone voice whispers)
Am I the sacred answers you seek
Could I but be your own embodiment
of a perverse heaven or hell
Some say I’m the sweet lullaby dark angels sing
A sonnet of damnation or intense pleasure for the soul
Am I but the luscious green garden
everyone wishes to walk through
Before they leave this land to trespass to who knows
My weapons have started and ended wars
Am I but the all-consuming knife
To pierce the hearts and lonely minds
Of those who just linger lost below the long shadows
And seeking something
to reignite their light
I have been called the life-force of all creatures
Untamed or just broken
Ancient woodland groves sing pagan songs of me
In the darkness
My names are many but only one really remains
I live to visit shamefully darkly lit places
And opulent palaces of loquacious words of sin
Bedrooms
Woods and hotel rooms
Still carry the scent of my many visits
They all pray for my return
Am I but the dark sustenance your soul needs
For once you are firmly within my grasp
I will own you for all your days and nights
For once you’ve tasted my sweet liquor
I’ll always own you as long as your light flickers
For I am the new Adam or old Eve
Forever stalking your Gardens of Creation
I walk through all countries
and my name is carried on the lips
Of the seduced within every nation
I am the glimmer
whilst lost in the darkness
And the temptations of the Black Sun
The giver of reconciliation of the soul
And knife edge which you may perpetually balance
Do you know my name yet
I'm simply the two edge sword bestowed to all living creatures from above
My name is simply.......................Love
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Whispers In The Dark
(A lone voice whispers)
Through
Ayahuasca induced
Deep dreams
In the dark Amazonian
Jungles
I remembered this being
Before I was born
In a place
Un-walked
By humans
Beyond time and space
An angelic being
Magisterial named
Phestomilee
Whispered
In my ear
Transferring her ethereal
Energies deep within me
You my son
Will regal the world
With the unfurling of
The many layers of your soul
Teardrops of poetic prose
Shall fall silently from your soft tender lips
As you embrace the many quills
Of vocabulary and write
Through
Lit and illuminated
Overflowing within its grips
Of its ever ensuing quips
You are now blessed forever
To narrate stories
To
Shine a light in the shadows
Of the reader's inquisitive minds
And
With this pre-conception whisper
I shall follow and guide
You through time
If you ever meet fellow kindred Spirits souls
I have previously echoed this Sacred Sentiment
Before they too were born
Remember it's simply me
Sounding my poetic horn
For
There
In their communities
You shall find yourself home
Amongst friends
When you are eventually born
So be it
She whispered
A silent symbolic spell
I now pass on
As once midnight skies
Turn turquoise blue
Is that why I
Know you
And you now
Know me
Have you too
Been whispered to
By Phestomilee?
Copyright John Duffy
Tuesday, May 7, 2024
I still searched for you
Throughout endless falling rain
My mind still screaming
Will I ever see my queen
Or are you gone forever
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
(Tanka)
The tanka is a thirty-one-syllable poem, traditionally written in a single unbroken line. A form of waka, Japanese song or verse, tanka translates as “short song,” and is better known in its five-line, 5/7/5/7/7 syllable count form.
Resurrection
(A lone voice whispers)
Is Love
Like ethereal raindrops
Tumbling from a hot
Unseen spiritual sky
When you least expect it
Does it
Reveal itself
When
Two kingdoms suddenly
Clash and collide
Mundane worlds
Imploding and
Unravelling
Given birth
Beneath
Infinite clouds of clandestine
Assignations
Can
Our happiness
Smiles and lamentations
Sometimes
Drown
Swept up
Within its dark sea's of
Astounding
Revelations
But do we crave
Love to still
Get wet
To bathe
Within its
Stimulating waters
Of repudiation
Or Salvation
All the while
Embracing
Its rough spiritual fingers
Of life changing
Rehabilitation
To heal our old ways
And painful memories
Forget
Copyright John Duffy
Monday, May 6, 2024
Astral Whispers
Astral Whispers
(A lone voice whispers)
Although your beauty may fade with age
Although the shadows may slowly appear
Although your smiles may diminish in numbers
Although your inner sun
May have ebbed and lost its shine
Although I may not say it often
Although my mind may be elsewhere
Lift up your tired heart and relight your fires
Erase the numbers to regain the sharpness
Ignore the changes
Although you may think you've lost your inner shine
Carry this wondrous prose just deep within that beautiful mind
A simple thought I just send
Hold my hand for I'm glad you're still mine
Surreptitiously beyond the greyest of skies
For I am yours beyond what people say and conspire
Here I still stand with glazed eyes lit
Lips pursed looking for my own loving nurse
To ignite my fires
For I breathe in your shadows
I walk in your footsteps just craving your tears as surely as the Lord wept
May you always be mine my divine gift
Whose Love bestows my life with so much happiness and bliss
For if you leave me
Inside you leave me to slowly wither and die
It's why I follow
For I bring
Catharsis
A gift
To keep your eyes
Lit
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
The Mystic
Title:
The Mystic
(A lone voice whispers)
Some say
I have a gift
A supernatural trick
But for the profane
It's quite simple to explain
You see
My bloodline is infused
By a thousand generations
Of magical conjurers
From beyond
The Lands of Kush
From the deepest parts of the unexplored African Bush
And it's not your fault you're being drawn to me
It's because I called to you
Over land
Moor or
Sea
Like one of my bloodline many Mages
To come
Calling
So
Run wild
Over all of your life's wild woods
To reach my secret mountain glade
Called The Nexus
Hidden here in these words
To be perused and understood
Come to see the tapestries of your destiny
As I stand chanting in my circle of salt
Sending out poetic spells to enchant you each night
Like loyal soldiers
Standing to attention
On parade
Like John Gault
For I know
You feel lost
And alone
Even when you prayed
For a cure
Like it's your right
By de jure
For something's are beyond your control
And that isn't your fault
So just know I still wait in these dark woods
Just hidden in the half light
In the shade
Will you surrender to curiosity and come see
Me
Willingly by hook or crook
On foot
For I will show you
A new transcendental spiritual temple
Sights to transform your mind
Let you use its white altar to absolve all your fears
Do you wish to enter into my Red Church
At the core of the Nexus
Like a king or queen
To see your general
To be baptized and ordained
Will you walk through the
gray clouds of gray smoke that chokes
In your world
Past those enticing fires
surrounded by temptations many enticing liars
To finally cross the great wet yellow sands and swim through the dark waters
To reach my mountains' woodland glade
Where you can finally dance freely
Amongst the deadly nightshade
And face the rise of the Full Winter's Moon
Totally unafraid
To exchange Sacred Prose
As our soul's manifestos
What says you
Are you coming through
Copyright John Duffy
Sunday, May 5, 2024
Wednesday, May 1, 2024
The Love letter to Arabella
Foundation of the piece.
Does anyone write love letters anymore?
Have you?
Title:
The Love letter to Arabella
My love
Read this
My life's only request
For you're a beautiful reflection
Of a magnificent deep blue ocean
Your blue eyes
Are an emotional sanctuary
In a world of crazy debauchery
For with you by my side
Like my spirit guide in flesh
I must confess
You always make me feel blessed and the world around us
Look so much better
With that incredible light
You possess
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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