Stripped bare
I stood before her
2025
In all her glory
What will this year bring
More of the same
Or will happiness reign
So as I stand
Stripped bare
Before her
In all her glory
I can only pray
This year
Is going to be filled
With better stories
(C) Copyright John Duffy
Do you too like reading to escape for a few minutes or for the true diehards
Free from the modern curse of Hypoprosexia
A few hours
Through poetry's heavily laden chest of mysterious things
Containing shiny jewels of such priceless wonders and visual experiences
Waiting for eager minds to race through like the Greek goddess of running
Atalanta
With such raw heavenly power
Tempting inquisitive eyes to wait in line with a great thirst like polydipsia
For seconds
Minutes or even hours
To be maybe hypnotised forever by enchanted words
As they appear
Cast like fishing lines with bolts of Zeus thunder
To then hold minds
Caught and captured in gilded written cages in pages
Captivated for a few seconds
Minutes or hours
By written spells to beguile
Through ethereal carefully crafted and erected citadels
Surrounded with such hypnotic wonders and smiles
From the hostile
Versatile and others flickering with such style
Is that why some still love poetry
And books like heavily laden chests
Filled with mesmerising dreamscapes to within wonder
For readers of old and readers of new
There will always be one favourite author
To take you under
Who's yours?
(C) Copyright John Duffy
Hypoprosexia: A decrease in attention ability
Polydipsia is the medical definition of excessive thirst
(A lone voice whispers)
Am I cursed like poor Orpheus
The son of Apollo
To just wander through life
Wasting my time
Cursed by the Three Crones
To now write rhymes
For just you
Who I silently
Follow
Writing about love and sorrow
Whilst hiding alone in my hollow
For only
Two invisible pennies
Or dimes
Because my Goddess
Divine has called
In all my sins
To be tormented in every way
Like Orpheus by the Maenads
To play
With this as punishment
For all my eternal crimes
So every night
Or at the break of morning
I'm now doomed
To write
Sometimes
In darkness
Sometimes in light
Writing for my soul
For my freedom
To really see
Unlocking old mysteries
Hidden deep within me
To take back control
Using secretive newly found keys
To mysterious occult doors
To traverse through
Strange literature about inner kingdoms
As I now speak to you
The silent viewers
Hiding cleverly amongst life's many moors
Hidden in the vastness of
The Universe or
Simply forgotten kin
Or quiet fallen watchers
Parading silently
Through my paradigms of words or simply perusing
In my inspired biosphere
Am I but one of the many cursed
Maybe like you
Too
To walk at the front like a brave foot soldier or simply following
Like a loyal Banner man
Coerced beyond belief
To seek continuous relief
Is that why I
Perhaps like you
Always now write
For sleep doesn't come easily to us two
Walking these precarious tightropes in morning or
At midnight
Filled with such unknown delicious and sometimes devilish
Mysteries
Now cast me
My two invisible pennies
Or dimes
By reading on with those eager eyes
As I serve my penance
For all my own earthly crimes
Urging you to absorb all my otherworldly experiences while you read
With unrestrained greed
For know
All our mistakes and crimes
Are to be judged by our own
Head Watchman
Our own judge and jury
When it's our time
No matter what you've got
Or where you go
And it’s why I now saunter through life
Perpetually seeking salvation to be un- dammed
Spreading inspiration through words
Painting tapestries created within carefully selected adjectives and verbs
Before I meet the primordial and eternal king
In the apex of all the universe
Where used up stars fall like molten snow as his golden bells sing a soft melody
As its eyes glows
Who the faint whispers tell me
Is called the Tall Man
The ruler of all who are tainted to live within realms of jeopardy
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Are you a follower of Nomophobia?
(A lone voice whispers)
From N to A
From the mythical 1984 to the dystopia of a Brave New World at play
Has social propaganda and media platforms created a spectre for the collective consciousness
To sail blindly within
Starting at the world-famous shores of Nokia
And quietly leading us to Nomophobia or more simply put
Phone Separation Anxiety
Officially, although not a pathology
But aren't we all just followers of its tribes controlled by flock owners
Social controllers and maybe hidden idolaters
For can you really believe
You can leave your phone at home for a day
Before your consciousness starts to grieve
(C)
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Is faith like stepping out of the front door
With your inner candle lit
With you channelling the fuel
Stopping societies wild winds
From extinguishing it,
And plunging your soul into a new eternal darkness
Tormented by souls
In The Pit
When you lose your faith
And are haunted forever
By fools and wraiths
Who sense
You're no longer lit
(C)
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Christmas can be a hard time for many.
Especially those in The Midnight Losers Club.
If you are, surround yourself with great friends and you'll be ok.
Salute.
Are you a member of The Midnight Losers Club?
(A lone voice whispers)
I joined last night
Went through the initiation
Got my heart broken in two
Took proof
Showed them all on the big screen
A picture of my ex-wife smiling as I stood crying
Now I wear the secret brand under my right sleeve in French
Une fois brisés, nous nous relevons grâce à l'amitié
Car nous sommes membres du Midnight Losers Club
(Once broken but we rise through friendship
For we are members of The Midnight Losers Club)
(C) Copyright John Duffy
Foundation of the piece.
Do the broken belong to a secret club?
Have you been a member but unknowingly without the tattoo?
For did others help you rise after your mighty fall?
When you joined The Midnight Losers Club?
The Midnight Losers Club represents losing out to heartbreak and any future happiness with a person involved.
But rising to better things with the help of #friends
#poetry #friendship #inspiration
There's a lady I know
Highly evolved
Raw as rawhide
Brave as a cowboy
Writer
Poet and connoisseur
Today might be the day
I pluck up courage and say
Want saunter down to Delta's Canyon and watch the sun rise
As the starlings play
(C)
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Le Prophéties
Lost
in this unrepentant noise of life as it seduces
Consumes and beguiles
Everything I own at Christmas
As all these magical words conjured from the deep crimson lips
Of your inner mind
Reaches out to hypnotise mine
Words which once laid lost on wet shelves
But now found
In the transient music of the unknown and forlorn
Deep in my inner self
How now my inner light shines ever brighter
As it repeats your beautifully written words
Like a never-ending all-nighter
With my softly spoken voice
Above the unrepentant noise
While my goose pimpled skin comes alive
Like the Great Canopies
In the unexplored jungles
In the deepest of Africa at dawn
I now just dream
A continuous fantasy
Which infuses my bloodstreams and veins with copious energy
For there has always been subtle moments
Throughout some long-lost days and cold nights
When that irresistible longing
And need seemed too much
When I pined hourly for just a feel of your touch
Thinking
Would I be abandoned like another slave
To the four winds by unrequited love
Forever burning and
Spinning endlessly
In desires salacious red fires like a lonesome white dove
Just hoping to walk within your shadows
Or sate my thirst and hunger
With just a glimpse of you passing
By my eyes two way windows
So in this half light of living
I still look out for you somewhere walking and living out there
Just to see you again
Like the last time I saw you
Standing next that old farms well
By that old cooking apple tree
Looking to see you
So I can break free from this dark dream
As I walk, trapped in this never-ending limbo
And so it's here where I return to each night
As I think of you and stare out my bedroom dust covered window
How do I reach you
I
In quiet moments
Ponder
For all those old road maps and contacts are still yours to give
For they are your secrets you still might purposely keep
Of those lands,
Those beautiful grounds which you still stand upon
I know
There may be uncertainty and unexplored hordes and mountains
To conquer between us
Grimoires of Gossip whispered in the dark to keep us apart
But still, I send this message out
Like a letter from my own
Nostradamus book of Le Prophéties
So if you are reading this
One day in futures home
You'll know
We'll meet in the Astral planes of dreams,
Like Titanic's
Rose and Jack where we'll need no formal introductions
As we already know, our truly secretive god given names
Because by then
We'll be beyond
The many still alive treacheries
Which may still surround your broken heart like She'ol
As you traverse your world
So I write this in my closing page of my Les Prophéties
Whenever you feel lost and lonely
Know my red candle still burns even through all the storms
When you feel trapped and breathlessness spins your overthinking emotions
Remember me
Thinking of you just over the world's many oceans
Standing patiently under that old lamp post by the Red Church's wrought iron gates
No matter how late
Maybe we'll last forever
In some shiny new world
But if I'm gone to a higher or lower realm before you arrive
If you wait too long, and I eventually disappear and die
I'll leave you a tear stained envelope underneath the white stones
By the huge gate post hinges on the left
And in it is my road map to the stars where my memory will now stay
Reside and survive
As I look for you
From somewhere new
Wondering
Can true love heal what two need
To really begin to heal
Free from the clutches if human or spiritual
Jealously or sin
(C)
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(A lone voice whispers)
As we stroll this Long Walk together
On Boxing Day
Someone's prayer reached out through the Ether and asked me
Hey
Are we all silently walking in a spiritual sense
Do some like me walk blindly from A to B with no purpose or willful intent
Do others have a planned route
Painfully justified and organized, detailed, and meticulously unbent
And do a few accept whatever happens
So here's my answer for you if you're here
The point simply is: we are all silently walking spiritually home
Approaching bridges of challenges and uncertainty we must cross to find a new kind of renewal
For by doing so:
We can find a form of poetic catharsis from which to grow
To find ourselves and to really know
The universes secrets linked to us as they flow
And by encountering those many bridges we must cross alone in the mind, but guided by a family member or true friends
We can help ourselves find a kind of salvation
But like all things
There is temptation
A temptation to follow the crowd
A temptation where You could lose too much to its identity cremation
So always remember
Every soul walks silently by day and by night
And must tremble inwardly with exhilaration at the thought of achieving a degree of happiness’s touch
Many old souls like me could tell you a secret if you inquired
“A soul, which remains shackled within the chains of the opinion of others, and the fear of change.
Will always be searching and could go wild since it’s too much.”
To truly embrace and find happiness: you must be true to yourself.
A life of hopelessness and meaninglessness could transpire if one does not find the courage to conquer and know oneself.
For we all are silently walking in a spiritual sense:
So, do you walk alone, with family members and true friends, or simply follow the crowd?
A question layered with multiple outcomes which may lead to you being forever bowed
So in closing
You must always choose because you are always walking.
Who do you walk with apart now with me at this moment?
I think you sometimes need to walk alone, and sometimes, hand in hand with family and friends but within the crowd:
You could lose your voice forever.
Me.
I walk alone after sometimes seeking advice from others
For only I can truly walk my walk
Free from the crowd
It's what my Grandma always taught me
So my soul doesn't feel shackled and goes wild
(C)
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The visit to Monique the Medium on Christmas Day
(A channelled voice whispers)
Every clock in here
These old faded white wooden ones
Hanging on so many burnt out trees
That litter the pathway
As they tick
Remind me of you
Every single second
In every single minute
Carries luminescent memories
Of all the wild but lovely things
We used to do
As they suddenly manifest
Like a magician's trick
Right out of the blue
And if my broken heart could beat
Could scream to the high heavens
It would carry drum beats of such irreversible revelations
So true
I would die once more
In palpable bliss
If I could write a parable
It would only be
I yearned once for a touch of your silky skin
And a taste of your red lipstick
But got distracted
By the sweet voices
In this darkness
That strives
All good things to
Underpin
And now
In here
The Great In-Between
My parable
If deciphered by an illuminated one, would read
If love is offered
Freely and
Willing
Clasp it
Hold it and treasure it
And it's why now these sparkling twinkling lights
Dancing before me
Reflections of you
Shine so brightly in this ever-hot dust
From dawn to dusk
Showcasing your beautiful image
To the empty husks
Of the Ascended Ones
Night and day
That litter the roads and pathways
Some in here call
The Lord's Way
Come what may
So while the Baylore energies
Magnify my thoughts into these words
Through Monique
Like a soft fingertip across your warm spine
I'll see you soon
Skyclad in blue
In your deepest of dreams
Wide-eyed
Mighty and free
Where we'll be reunited once more
But not like Orpheus and Eurydice
To be snatched away by a lack of trust
But forever
And that's why
My love
I still see your reflection
In these embers
In this everlasting dust
In every single second
And minutes
As these tired old wooden faded white clocks tick
From dawn to dusk
as I walk past
The Ascended Ones
Husks
(C)
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Come, the old ghost of Time Softly says
Let's go over the rainbow
To where the 27 gang
Always plays
(C)
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I once knew and loved you
And we stuck like glue
Until the Leviathan appeared smiling
Right up from its lair
In the deep green and blue
(C)
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Christian theologians identified Leviathan with the demon of the deadly sin envy.
Source.
Google.
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Need a message to carry into 2025?
My name doesn’t matter as names
Are no longer used
My advice to you is all that counts
Whatever your gender
Race or views
Just
Be an illumination
The world is still beautiful
Below the horizons of bleak despair
Beneath the layers of spin
Broken dreams and days
Where hearts still break
And painfully tear
For you are still all children
Of a universe of the Unseen
You all have a divine right
To still dream
But you must nurture
Your strength
In days of misfortune
Strengthen your shield
To always redeem
Your heart has always been yours
To always surrender
Its virtues and heroism's
Your own mighty defender
And in these days
Of darkness
And ever fading lights
Be a beacon within
Whoever is within
Your sight
Ignite many of the needy
As they venture
On your left or right
Inspire a new hope for them
To carry away freely
Into a new light
For it’s the only way
You’ll sleep peacefully
At night
So be it
(C)
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Lost
in this unrepentant noise of life as it seduces
Consumes and beguiles
As those magical words
conjured from the deep crimson lips
Of your inner mind
Reaches out to hypnotise mine
Words which once laid lost
but now found
In the transient music of the unknown and forlorn
How my inner light shines ever brighter
As it repeats
your beautifully written words
With my softly spoken voice
Above the unrepentant noise
My skin comes alive
like the Great Canopies
In unexplored jungles
In the deepest of Africa at dawn
I just dream
A continuous fantasy
Which infuses my bloodstreams and veins with copious energy
There has always been subtle moments
Throughout long-lost days
and cold nights
When that irresistible longing
And need seemed too much
When I pined hourly
for just a feel of your touch
Would I be abandoned like another slave
To the four winds by unrequited love
Forever burning
Spinning endlessly
In desires salacious red fires
Just hoping to walk within your shadows
Or sate my thirst and hunger
With just a glimpse of you passing
By my pale white window
I'll still look out for you there
Just to see you
Standing by the well
By that old apple tree
To break me free from this dark dream
As I walk, trapped in a never-ending limbo
It's where I turn to each night
As I think of you and stare out my window
How do I reach you
Those old road maps
and contacts are still yours to give
For they are your secrets
you still purposely keep
Of those lands,
Those beautiful grounds on which you still stand upon
There may be uncertainty and unexplored hordes and mountains
To conquer between us
Grimoires of Gossip
whispered in the dark to keep us apart
But still, I send this message out
If you are reading this
We meet now in the Astral planes of dreams,
where we need no formal introductions
As we already know, our truly secretive god given names
In the many still alive treacheries
Which may still surround your broken heart like
She'ol as you traverse this world
When you feel lost and lonely
Know my red candle still burns even through all the storms
When you feel trapped and breathlessness spins your overthinking emotions
Remember me
Thinking of you just over the world's many oceans
Standing patiently under that red old lamp post by the Red Churches wrought iron old gates
No matter how late
Maybe we'll last forever
But if I'm gone before you arrive
If you wait too long, and I eventually disappear and die
I'll leave you a red envelope
under the white stones
by the gate post on the left
In it is my road map
to the stars where I will now stay and reside
and will always wait
Where I will now stand by an alabaster church and wait under its white lamp post by its sparkling wrought iron white old gates
(C)
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Here I am
All alone again
On the eve of my birthday
Still looking for an unspoken reason
Why life keeps deceiving
Are you all still lost in strange places
Past Golgotha
Overflowing with mistakes
Why do some of you always hurt the ones you love
Is there no room
For give and take
Are you lost to me forever
No matter how much your heartaches
Can I just say these words
Even though
The silence grows between us
In a new world slowly devoid of prayer
Beyond the mean words
You throw
Why do some of you hurt the ones
You should love so much
When you judge
(C)
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The Voice of Daruda
(A lone voice whispers from The Great In-Between)
Many of us in here
Just wonder
Is your social media an unreported captivating habit
Do you all just now suffer from Addiction Affliction
Is that the new drug of the 21st Century
And once you've had a hit
Are you just addicted to it
Be honest
Can you really leave your phone off for a day
Or do you just return relentlessly from the real world you inhabit
Always seeking Escapism with it
It seems to us
That this is the new drug of the 21st Century
Are you but unknowing
Prisoners imprisoned in this new technological penitentiary
Just driven and magnified by new friends and information
You are constantly told you need
Is this addiction the Twentieth Century’s ungodly addictive mead
Were you taken in by but a sip or do you ration with a quick nip
Do you deem social media a captivating habit
Do you wish you could sometimes forget the real world you inhabit
But are you just sacrificing something in return
Are you forgetting to really engage in real life
Do you consciously make a choice to constantly check for updates
From social media and all its ungodly platforms
As it slowly reduces your ability to see what's really going on
Are you simply letting social engineers manipulate you
Have you stopped going out that front door and seeing just nature or someone special
Shouldn't you all visit Mother Nature more
Embrace family and more importantly
Live life
Some Mystics say for every smile you can elicit from other
It makes the journey lighter and helps the soul recover
Mystics say to give freely
For you have also known want
Mystics in here
Say to offer hope to those in need with nothing in return
It's how your soul teaches your consciousness to learn
If you can do all or some of the above
Maybe you and humanity can learn to live in love
You might still have jealousy and greed but with hope
They will be a dwindling breed
What says you
Will you sacrifice what the social engineers say you need?
(C)
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(A lone voice whispers)
Salute.
Twas the night before Christmas
When good people
Put up green trees
To try to still believe
There is goodness in the world and it begins
On the stroke of midnight
On Christmas Eve
So here's to you
My friends and spiritual kin
Have a Merry Christmas
And indulge
In happiness with whatever Saint Nicholas
Brings us
With a bit
Of festive sin
(C)
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The Invitation
(A seductive voice whispers as incense fills the air)
Sat within here
A discarded loop in time and space
Within this room
I see you all in the distance
Shimmering through
Like bright pink desert mirages
In your living tombs
Stood alone
In my magical circle of no rehearsals
Chanting Yaruba tribes
Ancient magical rites
Summoning up the populous of Godhead
So I the shaman can call to you
“When the living ground eats the breathing Sun, I will open the secret doors to take you home.
For eating and tasting words like a new, Grace Dent, at Lent, isn't for you.
Just write this down and burn it in the back garden on a piece of paper.
I'm ready,
Come and take me to the secret amphitheatre
Where the voices of the Serpent
The Beast
And God take to its stage
To showcase who they've taken home and played.”
To then write out your own name in the ruined temples books
Before you line up to watch
Before they return
And choose
Before you are took
And I'll call within a heartbeat
To take you East
To meet
Either God or the Beast
(C)
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The Midnight Hunters from The Black and Blue Lodge
(A sad lone voice whispers)
My old love
Loved shaking her crow blacked hair
As old daydreams tumbled around her
Like autumn leaves in the air
On any given day or night
Dreams of divinity
Of God and light
Like the first thing you see when you close your eyes at night
Temporal spaces filled with familiar faces
Crooning like nameless mockingbirds
Under a watchful moon
Dreams of us as a pair
Regale my eyes with surreal memories of us
Everywhere I now look since God closed that Crimson Book
Us entwined at sea
Surrounded by floating red roses as seagulls watched
Laughing like playful innocent school children
Free from all fears and good behaviour
But now the
Ancient Ones have called at midnight to remind me
“Those who once laid entwined in their sea as their seagulls watched
Will soon get a visit
From The Midnight Hunters from The Black and Blue Lodge”
(C)
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(A lone voice speaks to a crowd of poets)
You do know everyone has their own magical style
A style filled with such wild illustrious promises and kaleidoscope's of such deep vivid depths
For in poetry
No stone is left uncovered,
Ranging from life to death
Whispers of love’s wild explosive adrenaline filled triumphs
Everlasting hope or altarpieces of self-fulfillment
Descents into darkness
Opening portals to dimensions of festive destruction
And at the core for the inquisitive
The Red Flag
The smiling frown
Up or down
The fire to ignite a curious reader's eyes to the soul
That really matters
Is the what
Why and guile
It's quite simple
It's why everyone has their own magical style
For there is no guide to the labyrinth of the mind
When you enter poetry's smiling black and white turnstiles
And line up to read or write
With so many other groups of people who are still walking or standing still in history
In single file
(C)
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Winter's Solstice
(A lone voice whispers)
Will you
Come all
Yes,
Yea and dance
For
In the deepest woods
In that old
Woodland grove
Something stirs
An electric emotion
Consuming the very air
Can you feel
Its pulse
And all consuming
Power
Would you attend as
An invited guest
With me
And dance
Go wild
And let your mind and soul
Be held prisoner
As they are
Slowly deflowered
Beyond all worldly
Fears
As unknown spirits advance
Would you still attend
As a guest of mine
To visit my dark midnight
Winter Festival
To communicate
And bind with the
Deep divine
To be totally lost
And absorbed in its
Yellow ring
Of supernatural lights
Which will
Swirl all around us
As we breathe in
Its ancient dust
To watch and wonder
At the
Opening of hidden gateways
Above us
And below us
A spell to be cast in dark skies
By illuminated souls
Between time and space
As we prepare and stand
Hidden from
The mundane
Human race
To see a new brave world
Soon ours to summon
And command
Where
Nothing but goodness
And love will fill our old
Souls
For tonight
We will dance
With our pagan ancestors of old
It's our time of year
As we will
This supernatural festival
To arrive
To embrace maybe painful
Embers and emotions
Of Winter's long past
That may have survived
To then
Embrace old Mother Spring
The goddess of all living things
As she slowly awakes
And begins to gradually
Materialise
A flurry of cold memories
Hidden in mystical snow
To beguile
Will
You dance
Beyond wet
Tears for people
We always remember
Who have died
As we may cry
For tonight
On this pagan eve
We shall live forever
For we baptised
To be eternal
And will never
Die beyond
All who can truly see
As their reawakened
Souls
Cry out
Blessed Be
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Floating in the Eternal Ocean
We sometimes
Come together
In the commotion
And stillness of Time and whisper
Have a Merry Christmas
As we share the First Law of the Chosen
By expressing our devotion
To other
Travellers
In the
Eternal Ocean
Those from business
Friends and families who seek to assist us
To help them
Not to feel unwanted
Or frozen
So this whisper is for you
In the commotion
And stillness of Time
Merry Christmas
(C)
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A 21st Century Question?
Do people still need real human poetry in the 21st century
Some still ask as AI plagiarizes when put to task
To be the social connectors
The innovation and invitation
To new or old, writers
Adored heroes
Thought leaders
To breathe form from the intangible into their quiet lives
For them to taste the twist and guile of the Mysteries Schools
Poetry in all its many magical ceremonial forms provides
For soon
Each and every quest will end in a visit to a lone watchtower
In the mind
And when one is on the other side watching from those parapets
AI won't help
Because only real created human poetry will help you once again remember
Through someone else's shared experience
In rhymes
All those people and things you once loved
So you don't forget
With the passing of time
(C)
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(A lone voice whispers)
One day,
The rain will stop
People won't judge what you got
One day,
The pain will stop
No more gossiping from the rooftops
One day,
All that will remain
Is the peace you got
For the start of true love is an inside job
All these things
My Grandma once said
Along with
Be you
Like a raindrop in a desert
People will either love you or won't be able to find you
But it won't matter
What will matter is
You'll be a raindrop in a desert for just someone special
And on that day
When it comes
Just keep praying
The rain will stop
People won't matter if they judge what you don't got
On that day,
The pain will stop
You'll stop hearing gossiping from the rooftops
And on that special day
All that will remain
Is the peace you share
With someone who cares
For true love can start with just a single raindrop
Like finding your favourite book of poetry
In a second hand shop
(C)
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Journal Entry
4005
December
28th
1986
In this crazy long night
Like all the many others
Before I lost my beloved child's mother
In 75'
Whenever God shines his white light
Through the Moon
To my tiny window in Tupelo, Mississippi
I hear him
Whispering this to me
Have I told you lately
My poor child
While you're still alive
Soon you'll bring it all home to me
All those wild nights
And precious times
When you were set free
With someone like you
So on sad days like this
After your love
Your precious Domino fell
See my light
Look to the moon
And yell
Hallelujah
Lord, hear my name
Into the falling rain
And always remember
I hear all those who cry out in pain
And still see all those days you all were born to be free
For all love never dies but always remains
So don't cry
But lift up your hearts
For by me
Stands your all your Dominos
Waiting for you
To once more be set free
But this time
To see
What the living can't see
With yours whispering
Tell him
My husband
His child's
Mama knows
He's gotta know
This place in Heaven
Is the ultimate picture show
So be patient my son
Your race will soon be run
And that white light you see
Shining through the moon
When your time comes
The moon opens up like a doorway
A portal
And when your astral cord is broken
You'll see the white light turn into a bridge leading you into it
And when your feet touches that floor
When that door closes
All will be made whole
Once more
Then the words been spoken
Fades
It's the same usually every few days but today
Today
I'm sure that moon looks to be ope
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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A voice whispered at 1 am.
As I sit alone at the worn gates of Yesterday
Looking through the Past's
White painted windows
Unafraid
Lost in deep thoughts as I watch once lost memories
Drive past like a new presidential JFK motorcade
Looking closely at the happy and sad games
We once played
You and me
Eventually
Holding hands tightly
Whilst the ungodly Gossiping band
Loudly played
As our Titanic slowly sunk
I can still see
Reflected in your deliciously dark eyes
The night I surrendered
A magical night
I'll always remember
But as all things
In my cursed life
Everything changed as
The metaphorical iceberg struck
And our love slowly drowned as it
Shrunk
That seemingly endless night we once shared
Is it now torn beyond all repair
You were once all I ever needed
And will never forget
But as I still live in here
Wandering through the Alabaster Hall
Of
The Great In-Between
I will always write your beloved name
Using beautiful syllables
In my eternal book of spells
Beside other failed dreams
Called
The Grimore of Light
Filled with Dark Regrets
Where you'll forever live
As I sometimes sit at the gates of yesterday
Once again
Wandering through green fields of yellow memories
Still clinging onto fragments of your sensuous silhouette
Somewhere
If you can hear me
I hope our old love
Still in your heart as in mine
Holds forever strong
With memories of me
As it too
Pirouettes
Before it too enters your
Grimore of Light
Filled with Dark Regrets
(C)
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I heard a whisper that once said
When you are dead
In another realm
When you ascend
If a sudden stranger comes up to you and says
Thanks for looking after me
When we both lived
And gives you a big warm hug or a sweet kiss on the cheek
Don't be frightened
It could be one of your pets welcoming you home
For all spirits take many forms as they evolve
Why do you think so many people like jogging or walking
Swimming
Climbing or talking
Me
I probably was a parrot in a past life
Before I fell under Soul Transmigration's sharp knife
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
