Foundation.
Based on a simple question.
What form does paradise take?
Is it simply when one doesn't suffer the mental confusion between unconscious, and conscious desires?
Such as finding love, friendship, material or spiritual wealth, etc. Etc.
Paradisus (L)
Consciousness and Unconsciousness
Rests and bows in peace
As tranquility flows
Through the good heart's
Altarpiece
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Copyright John Duffy
Paradisus translated:
Paradise.
Remember me
Your beloved mother
In the low hours
Whenever you are feeling weak
And have lowered
Your powerful barriers
For it's then I can only be truly seen
Remember me
As that tsunami of furious fire
That once reenergized you
In dark years
When you were alone and tired
To be wholly free
Remember me
By looking at my picture
Of us together
Your now favourite
Black and white one
I sent you
As my holy scripture
That you'll only need
Remember me when you too are old
Standing brightly as the early morning sun
In the darkness of old age
Even though your beloved memories are getting cold
Before God turns your page
So you can fade away
To join me
As the hours and seconds
Run away
Remember me
So I may stay
In some strange spiritual way
To give you comfort
Until you too are recalled
To float away
Someday
Remember me
My poetic love
So I can come to you
In dreams
Walking down to find you
Through the ethereal blue rivers and green
Underground streams
To reach you to swim
Together
Reunited
In the Holy Sea
Until the early morning sunrise
Remember me
As your true spiritual devotion
Who you met in physical flesh
As one
Who wrote down
In a pre-life road map
With a spirit guide
In another
Far away nation
“I want to meet someone so extraordinary
A child of mine
Someone so special to be a member of my own tribe
Who will show me such poetic wonders”
“That my heart will open up its velvety doors and ask to be possessed as it pleads to confess
Before I once more walk
In those heavenly tides
Of the Holy Sea”
And then I suddenly met you at birth
Mesmerised
By all I could see
So that's why I pray
For you
Each night
So you'll remember me
As I wait here
Walking barefoot and alone
In the swirling tides
Of The Holy Sea
Waiting
for the one to love me again
I once wrote down before I was born
The only one I'll ever need
Just remember me
It's why I left this letter in my will
For you
My beloved to read
Just remember me
Your beloved mother
Who loves you like no other
(C)
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(A regal female voice whispers to eager faces)
“Try love”
Said the Queen to her Pawns
As she looked out over
Her black and white lawns
“Before the Sun fades
Or goes away
Open up your souls and see where it goes
Just try love once
Even if it fails”
Said the Queen to her Pawns
As she looked out over
Her black and white lawns
"For,
From as far as Babylon of Old
To Istanbul
Standing still in the Cold
All my old pieces have tried love once
Before they were took
By Death's cruel hook
To stand away forever
From my black and white lawns
Lost in the shadows
As the stars fade, when the moon comes out
Praying in straight, black and white lines
For a second chance
At a new dawn
So try love once,
My beloved Pawns
Even if it fails
Take a chance
Before you're removed
From my black and white lawns
Just try love once,
My beloved Pawns
(C)
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Press play.
(A lone voice whispers)
In this life
What you choose to let others feel
By practicing these three key major principles linked to love
Care
Understanding and
gratitude
Can be the difference between appearing fake with a pious platitude
Or being real
Don't let indifference steal what could help you
Or someone else heal
(C)
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“Let all that you do be done in love.” — 1 Corinthians 16:14
A spectacular quote if one praises the lid off
Love doesn't always relate to romance, but can reflect similar attributes.
Such as care, understanding, and gratitude.
1. Care.
Sometimes, doing something for someone or an institution because we choose to.
And
2. Understand
By doing so: we are possibly helping them and more so,
We can embrace
3. Gratitude
Because we like the sensations we receive silently, by sharing our light. Through inward acknowledgment.
Wouldn't a mindset like that help one to ascend?
(A "pious platitude" refers to insincere or empty talk about religion or morals, often used to appear virtuous or moral without genuine conviction. Source. Google)
(A lone voice whispers)
If only they, today, embrace this whole poem
Just like the Seal once broken long ago in Golgotha
We all have a way home if we realize as a society
That old control is over, and we all have the chance to follow the old words
Once given to Noah
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And from each human being, too, I will demand an accounting for the life of another human being.
Whoever sheds human blood,
by humans shall their blood be shed;
for in the image of God
has God made mankind.
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Validation
(A lone voice whispers)
Are there two types of characters in this world
To be seen
Ranging through love
To business, and everything else in-between
Those who do take risks, and those who hate taking chances, and making mistakes
Which one are you?
A.
A risk-taker
Or
B.
An idolater of stepping on the brakes
For sometimes,
Is it better to have known something
Briefly
That might have had real potential, to be truly special
Or would you rather linger lost
Forever
Taunted
By self-doubts, many whispering, red devils
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Foundation.
Would you rather be haunted by self-doubts, about taking chances?
With introspection?
Like an idolater who worships, stepping on the brakes?
Or are you courageous enough to take chances, and risk all, on something special.
With a high chance of making mistakes?
To never be lost, forever taunted
By self-doubts, many whispering red devils
Who'll appear right out of the minds, many gates?
(If you're reading this far, you must be a type A.
You have my Validation of being a risk-taker.
Hit like if you are. Salute)
(A seductive voice, smiles as it looks over New York. While the sun rises)
So my old record plays
As the early morning mists slowly
Drift in
And herald the new dawn of those beguiled by sin
The politicians
Government's
People
Lovers and haters
Oh, how the air is rich
With such irreducible tension
As they all wander around with delicious apprehension
Gossipping
Feeling self important and all the while never knowing
They've been all bewitched
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Foundation.
With global wars, politics and tensions worldwide, on many levels.
Has the power of influence shifted slightly to the other side, in the spiritual game of freewill
Between two immortal powers?
Can you feel the world slowly getting darker?
(A lone voice whispers)
Dare you name them, or are they just fleeting memories or impressions?
For muses come in many forms, and this relates to all those emotional tributaries.
You consciously or unconsciously carry.
In mental interdimensional abstracts
Which waits patiently to flow rapidly, only to make you perspire when you dream.
From fear, love, and all things broken, in-between
Do they all stand knee-deep, huddled together in small circles
In quiet conversations
Until you dream?
Then agree which one will enter your mind-eyes, fast-flowing streams.
To interact, maybe inspire and be seen?
And recount whatever was said and shown, within that small conversational, huddled circles
As they all gathered together for the days grand rehearsal
Before greeting you at night
In the deep recesses of your mind
As so many others watch
Viewers forever with you
Living in The Black and White Lodge
Waiting for their turn to cross over
From their own compartmentalized tombs
To be the new muse
Standing with you
In silence
Waiting for interaction
Within your Amygdala's darkened red rooms
(C)
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Have you fallen into the oldest of traps, before?
(A lone voice whispers)
Be Illuminated.
Don't be like the many and fall into a readers' mindset, and believe everything you read is true.
Be sophisticated and ingenious.
And when reading poetry, be conveniently adventurous.
Don't always think it personally relates to the author:
For that trap is the oldest of the old.
Going back to poetry's first beginnings.
Poets do sometimes relate their stories to be told, but generally, perhaps:
They're just creating secret escapes.
Imagery, emotions and landscapes, for those seeking shelter.
From the cold, unforgiving, light of living.
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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Some say to truly embrace someone, you have to know all their everything, to help build something.
The hidden and the openly seen.
Did you look deeper than what's openly seen before falling in love?
Title
Unity
(A lone voice whispers)
Like the wind
I pray to caress the inner recesses
Where the light can never seem to reach
To breach the fortresses hidden beneath your skin
Piece your soul
With one only goal
Togetherness
In the mess
Whatever this life
Brings us
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The Ballad of the Lucky Man
She visited me at 15
Like an untasted maelstrom of tempestuous emotions
She whispered like a midnight seductress
So mysterious and so enchanting
She stole my youth away
She dissolved my loneliness
And we were as one
She disappeared at 16
She came to me at 18
A revisit I simply adored
Like old friends
We held hands
And we strolled through life happy and carefree
Together, I wished for ever more
Her and just me
She left me at twenty
She came to me again at 27
So fulfilling and welcoming
We embraced the dark nights together
I now no longer needed to fight
She stayed
We sang our symphonies together, Our plights forgotten
She still held my hands
No more alone
She still whispered my name
In mysterious dark dreams
This beauty I speak of
From realms unseen
Some know her as Aphrodite
The Goddess of your Dreams
I simply knew her as Love
My beautiful Queen
We still met in ever-changing routines
We still stumbled and fell
But still, she stayed
And loved all that I am
Through Heavens elations and Hells unwelcomed relations
I met her at birth, this much she whispered
She looked deep into my eyes as I entered the world
She murmured my name as I begged for air
She told me a sacred truth
Love sees you no matter your gender
Status or skin
She always returns to lead you into or out of sin
Just open your heart
And she will always come in
I am now an old man
And as I lay on my bed
As I look at my life as I near the end
Love still is beside me as she looks in my eyes
She said
Love stays forever and never really dies
She stroked my hair and murmured like a seductress well-fed
She'll visit me in the skies and once more we'll be wed
Our love will last forever and the angels will sing
We'll dance forever in heavenly moonlight
As we take over Celestial's dance floor
She bowed, kissed and whispered into my ear
We are eternal
So of this life
Do not cry if it ends
We will embrace so soon
Once more again
For you are my lover and my eternal friend
And as my heart starts to fade and my heart loses its strength
Inside I soar
For I know we'll be reunited again
I met her in Life on the day of my birth
She followed my adventures here on this earth
In heaven, we will soon sing
So as I leave this old life
I feel blessed to have been married to Love
My spiritual wife
As I transfer to the angelic realms
I hope to see her still holding my hands
Still looking deep into my eyes
For we still share life's wedding bands
Be lucky like me
For true love never dies
This is the Ballad of a Lucky Man
A man married to Love for all of his life
A man proud to have embraced her and called her his wife
And as I leave this message for you to read
All I wish for you
Is a sip Loves seductive mead
For loves a beauty
Beyond trouble and strife
I hope she visits you throughout all of your life
Someone to hold through all of life's mysterious dark nights
Someone to embrace on Loves many beaches
Someone to just love you
And always leave you speechless
So here I am
As angels beckon me to leave
Just remember
Love will visit
You just have to believe
(C)
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The Angel called Evermore
An inspired dream I dreamt
In the distance she stood
A visceral beauty from empires unknown
Floating on a cloud of illuminating luminosity
Emanating serenity of the Almighty and Divine
A glorious incandescent everlasting flame of Universal Hope
As she gazed through her beautiful twinkling eyes and held mine
She whispered in soft dulcet tones as the translucent grey smoke swirled
Keep the faith
Your brethren and you
For you earthly souls live for eternity
We await you in the Holy City
Where no-one cries and there is no pain
Enjoy this life
Your earthly reign
Embrace your dreams
Believe in the Powers of the Unseen
Embody your reflection
Make love and compassion your prime worldly companions
A secret I recount to you
A code to enter into our Celestial City
Sharing your inner flame has always been your plight
I am Evermore
A Redeemer of Light
I watch
Collate and reaffirm
I await you
And the brave and always welcome the infirm
Use my inspired words and seek to learn
Evermore
A deity from a Place Unsaid
Where we never die but always sing, loves symphonies and dance
Will you heed her words or go another path instead
She disappeared
Her flames lingered in the Astral Realms for a short while
A symbol of a place where no-one is ever reviled
Tales from the Astral Realms
Of majestic beings sending Inspiration and Light
Deities to heed throughout life's many carousels
As I awoke, I was still under her spell
Evermore
An angel's tale, I just had to tell
Are you too
Willing to embrace her spell
A wonderful embodiment of divinity
To always guide you and be one with the lights
An Angel called Evermore
(C)
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If you've gone through separation, did sleep come easy or not?
Title
Sleepless in Paradise
I once knew Love and stayed briefly within its shadowy keeps
Sated
But now separated
And unmated
I can no longer enter
For I no longer sleep
(C) Copyright John Duffy
Foundation.
If your higher self had a voice, what would it say?
Something like below, I hope.
Salute.
Title:
Be a Warrior.
Mirroring from the Abyss.
(A lone voice whispers)
My name doesn't matter,
My narrative you may try your hardest to shatter
You may smirk at my goals and dreams
You may try to erase them with cruelly whispered jibes
But I have an alibi
I'm a warrior just fiercely striding forth
Conquering fear and doubts daily
I wonder upon criticism's invisible shores and still overcome so much more
I am an immortal composed of sinews saturated with the ever glowing bright stars
Look at me
You green eyed beauties
Watch me rise above your worthless words and cries
Watch me soar as I pursue dreams and yours just linger confused and die
For I'm Artemis or Hercules rolled into one
I'm my moon and everlasting sun
The winds just silently whisper my name
The stars shine
Guiding my ways as I run
I'm just me
I always rise whatever the crowd says
And it's that sweet thought I'll continue
Until the end of my days
For I'm a Warrior
Just sent by my God
To help guide others
As I find my way
(C)
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(A lone elderly man holds his wife's hand, for maybe the last time, and whispers. As she sleeps)
Although your beauty may fade with age
My only love
Don't you dare leave me alone
Although the shadows like midday angels may slowly appear
Creeping in
Sent from above
To take you home
Although your smiles may diminish in numbers
As our old world slumbers
Although your inner sun
May have ebbed and lost its shine
With the passing of time
Although I may not say it often enough
Although my mind may be elsewhere
I do so love you
So try to lift up your tired heart, my love, and relight your fires
Try to erase the numbness to regain the sharpness
Ignore the changes with the turn of each of life's many pages
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
From me to you
My love
For this is not the end
Only our new beginnings
To start winning
Hold my hand
Tighter
Show me you're still mine
Surreptitiously, beyond all the grayest of skies
For I am yours forever, beyond what people might say and conspire
And here I still stand, with eyes glazed lit
Like the first day I met you
Still under your mesmerising power
Lips pursed, looking for my own loving nurse
To ignite my fires
For I breathe in your shadows
Walk in your footsteps, just craving to stop 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 now
Wilting alone, if you go home
I'll cry
And inside
You'll leave me alone to slowly wither and die
So fight my love
Fight to live
For together,
We still have so much more to share and give
(Man bows and kisses his wife's soft hands as her tired eyes slowly open)
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
It's a poet's duty to create escapism for just someone, needing emancipation.
For one minute or a day.
So write fabulous stanzas.
Stories and take chances.
For in doing so, you might help them embrace peace.
Through distraction, to find answers. As time advances.
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
December 25,
1996
There is someone watching me
You know
I see their shadow at the edge of my peripheral vision
They follow me everywhere I go
Even when I walk fast or slow
Every second and every hour
They slowly my soul devour as I lose myself, as my mind's deflowered
Today, there's now four
Waiting
At the edges of my mind's front door
All I sometimes hear is
We love you
We are real
We know what you feel
I told my, Doctor Jones
But he doesn't believe me
Says I’m under nourished so it's just a symptom
But I know it’s not all in my head
For last night, they left me a note by my bed
It read,
Vocate nos
Daliski
Nos qui in umbris vivimus et te domum feremus
Dic modo
Daliski
Daliski
Daliski
Libera me
In red ink
So still lonely, with shadows growing in numbers
I can faintly hear drums start beating
What have I got to lose?
I look at the news
In the newspapers
The world is lost
No love
No rapture
If it works and my soul is captured
It's why I'm leaving this note for those to follow as reality fractures
Like me
Who wants the Daliski
To set them free
Be brave
If you're reading this and found a way to translate the invocation
Who knows
Maybe we'll meet, in a new nation
(C)
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(A lone voice whispers)
In ancient Babylon,
I once stood alone and mixed fire
Iron and clay
All day
Creating a spell
To entice my only light to come my way
Sent merchandise of gold and silver
To her,
The Pythoness of Endor
Hidden in dark woods
Over the deepest of rivers
Bundles of finest fresh linens and purple silk
To satisfy her and her ilk
Citron wood and every kind of object
I could ever find
Made of white ivory and black marble
Whenever I could
No matter the expense
Incense sticks
And scented Egyptian
Candlesticks
Made of expensive Frankincense
Delicious crates of red wine
Bamboo baskets filled with white flour and yellow wheat
Fields of fat cattle and herds of baying sheep
Priceless trained horses and golden inlaid chariots
New slaves of broken souls
Lascivious ladies and ravenous men
To do her bidding
Even acts of depravity
Linked to the forbidden
For the fruit of my soul
And to be joined to her again
A bright light
I once saw
On a seemingly endless night
But in the year 323
When my leader
Alexander the Great
At only 32
Died and was eternally set free
In the opulent palace of Nebuchadnezzar
She
The Lady of the Wild Woods
The Pythoness of Endor
Cursed me to chase her
Forever
The Queen
I once conjured by fire
Iron and clay
So today
In the 21st century
Her, I still chase
Since eternal life
Is now my only penitentiary
My only great living version
Of Babylon of Old
When I desired to sire
A queen, I once met
Dancing
The Raqs Sharqi
So fiercely
That her raw beauty
I can never forget
Adorned in soft crimson and glittering purple linen
Clad in silver
Wearing gold and shining diamond stone earrings
Reborn into the likes of
Badiaa Masabni
It's why I still chase her
If I could confess
For underneath
Beneath all things linked to trying to achieve immortal strength
It's why now
To seek her out
Once more
I always choose to break free
From the external grip
Of The Valley of Death
(C)
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(A lone voice whispers)
I once heard a wild story of a rebellious seductive woman
Hailing
From somewhere dark
Down West Side
East Washington DC
Lost somewhere
In the middle of a seemingly never-ending night
While drinking expensive whiskey
After I landed from leaving my old life behind
In Corpus Christi
Wondering
As I drowned my sorrows
If my old love from Russia
Katalina Brzezinski
Would ever miss me
You know the ones
Those good old loose Mephistophelian nights
A story about a woman
I heard
Who whispers so softly
It said
So captivatingly
With magical words
If she only spoke your name
But once
No matter what you're drinkin'
No matter what you're thinkin'
What you’re wearing
Man or woman
At the end of that long
Good old
Dark
Seemingly endless Mephistophelian night
No matter how hard you
Fight
How hard
You look for her shadow
Over your shoulders
Left or right
After she's gone
If she only speaks your name
No matter what pain
You’re going through
At the time of your naming
You’ll just be another poor
Tainted soul
She’s just done with claiming
I once heard of a New Age mystic
Now know it was her
When I was younger
In my prime
And drinking red wine
Lost in Downtown
Memphis, Tennessee
Lost somewhere
Whilst talking to one of her devotees
Called Louie
In a backyard club
Filled with flashing strobe lights
As The Eagles played live
Their mythical
Hotel California
In the middle of that night
That good old apocalyptic Mephistophelian night
He talked of a dark-eyed Bayou goddess
Of who I should beware of these parts
A woman
So beautiful beyond all compare
Who whispers so softly
So captivatingly and seductively
To all who dare stare
And if she only speaks your
God-given secretive name
But once
No matter what you're drinkin'
No matter what you're thinkin'
At the end of that dark seemingly endless voyeuristic night
It’ll be your soul
She’ll be wearing as a new fur coat
Before
Riding out onto
The Great Cosmic Plains
In her Ford Mustang GT
As her Pale White Horse
For she heralds the dangerous Age of Cataclysm's
And when I was told
That unholy truth
Oh why didn't I learn
For her sweetly spoken words to me
Now heralds a bringer of a new dawn
Of divine encounters
The furious fire and the crazy fury before
The Great Sensuous Cleansing
A new Genesis for the Flesh
Before True Peace and Love can return
I once spoke beer brave
To that wild rebellious woman
Sitting with the aura of a blazing midday sun
In the corner of an empty bar
Smiling like a snake charmer
In Down West
East Washington DC
As she drew me towards her
Then whispered so softly
So captivatingly
And spoke my spirit name
Making me feel like I was drowning
Swirling
Lost
In her soul's ever-expanding universe's bright lights
And these are my last words
That I'll ever type
As I now patiently wait
Like Louie
Another of many new slaves of her New Age
For her rhythmic
Two one Two knock
On my front door
For after she said my God-given secretive name
That night
Outside Bar 32
As we French kissed in the falling rain
And all I can now do
Is wait in vain
For my poor soul has been well and truly claimed
By Babylon
And my soul purging and grand cleansing
Has just begun
My own version of a new Genesis
Now I'm alone
But patiently waiting
Hiding
But just staring out
In the long shadows
Watching for my dark-eyed Goddess
Called Babylon to arrive
As the morning sun rises
(C)
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Foundation
Are we being watched by unseen supernatural beings?
Some say any reflective surfaces, like mirrors and water, are but conduits.
Viewing stations used throughout history in any nation
Title
Dianna the Moon Queen
(A regal female voice whispers)
Take this,
These softly spoken words
As the sacred keys to open my Tower of Regeneration
And as my high moon sets
Call to me with all your divine power
From any nation
And I'll help you conquer your own abyss
With a full life and a real love
Guided by my light
At your side
To open your heart wide
Replenished by the warmth of my belief,
One of my greatest spiritual gifts
For if you don't look for me
My energy, and moonlight, you will always miss
As you look back at me
One lonely night
And reminisce while going through the five stages of grief
Of what could have been
With me
The secret watcher
Hidden
In The Great In-Between
(C)
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Does sending handwritten love letters still exist in the 21st Century?
Have you ever sent one?
Title
The Princess and the Butler
(The great portal opens. A handwritten love letter to a forbidden lover)
My love
You are the coveted cascade of life-giving emotions
Within this old life’s frosty abandoned dreams
The raw power to melt
the icy cold embracing my very soul
Holding me prisoner
In my many underground streams
All the passing seasons’ love songs
Just reminds me of that first soft eternal kiss
Of exquisite red lips
I once tasted so long ago
In the stables
And still truly miss
The warm sun echoes of our secret return
To be together
As long as the stables candles burns
That thought alone sends a sweet symphony
Into Heavens silvery mists
A divine melody of unchained excitement
Filled with lyrics of a pain-free existence and untamed spirits
Merged and infused with magic at its deep centre
Its own Danse du Ventre and from the opened mouths
Of ethereal silhouettes
Swirling all around me
As I think of you and your beautiful four horses
I always hear your soul — deep calls
Asking me to appear and hold you before this fragile bridge we walk upon
Falls
And as I appear as the slippery dark shadows advance
In my dreams
I always stand in awe and watch
As you perform your sensuous sword dance
My Goddess
My Queen
My mystical lover and soulmate from The Great In-Between
So if you find this
Your grace,
Reply and put your letter in our usual hiding place
Xxx
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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Foundation of the piece.
Mother's play such an integral, important part of a child's early life. And expands into everything else.
If you're lucky.
This piece is just a simple representation of that lasting legacy.
Did your mother leave a secret room in your heart, where she still lives?
Title:
Lucy
I once held tightly
With small arms
A white candle that burnt with the heavenly perfume, of total joy
Loved reigniting and embracing its light whenever she called around
My mother
Lucy
To my bedroom to tell me such remarkable childhood stories
Hold my hand
When I was her little boy
When Love burnt so bright,
and that flame, seemed to last throughout
Every long scary night
But now that heavenly flame, no longer burns
For to Heaven's Great Gates,
She has returned
So here I am
In Saint Paul's
Lighting a votive candle
This Sunday
As I enter its four alabaster walls
For even though my white candle has gone out
And the long nights
Seem so much more darker
Our deep love forever takes a more profound meaning
Whenever I see her beautiful face
In our favourite silver, Elsa Peretti, picture frame
We picked together last May
On the twenty-first
At Tiffany & Co
When my wife and I covered her,
In our pink and blue wedding confetti
The first lady to love me when God sent me
To go
Face the trials and tribulations
That comes with living on the earthly plane
And now that deep love resonates and vibrates into oblivion
For even though she had to depart
She now lives forever in a secret room
In the centre of our beating hearts
Proudly smiling and watching
Me and my Kelley
As our love for us
And her
Like an eternal white rose
Too blooms and shines like a light from a familiar candle
I once held tightly
With small arms
A white candle that burnt with the heavenly perfume,
Of total joy
When I was her little boy
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(A lone voice whispers)
Have you ever encountered painful heartbreak, or are enduring, soul-destroying grief
And sometimes sit alone in the silence
Praying for any form of spiritual relief
If so, here are a few thoughts from a similar person, who's been through it all
No matter what you feel or happens today
A new dawn will still always rise again, tomorrow
A chance to knock down, any hastily built, mental walls
A chance to find a new form of freedom, to flourish
To subdue, all those painful feelings highlighted with sorrow
That no longer, nourishes
Some may say, you've just got to forget the past
Use reconciliation, beyond reason to last
But I say, do it this way
Love those even more so, who've passed away
And never again, believe in those
Who once broke, your unswaying three pillars of trust
By charging in like the doomed, British Light Brigade
With all the sad games, they once played
Leaving you standing alone
On parade,
For all to see
In depressions black dust
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Counseling comes from the Latin root consilium, meaning “advice.”
Foundation.
Relationships
Can you ever trust a person after being betrayed on any level?
Grief
Does time really heal, and do you want to forget someone special, you once loved?
An intriguing thought to carry into next week.
Salute.
The Prophet Of Dumaz Speaks
(A lone voice whispers)
Hey you
You do realize
You picked this life
Before you were born
All the people you've met
Loved
Hated
Family
Friends
Lovers
Situations
Hardships
Encountered
In whatever nation
When you signed your soul's timeline
Up high
Somewhere
In the Deep Divine
It may be a strange thing
Knowing this
But consoling
All the same
In a bizarre way
Souls
Some say
Need to face
Trials and tribulations
To soar higher
To be refined
So maybe
What you're presently
Going through
Is a journey of love or pain
You
Yes
You
Have already planned
To go through
Again
So view challenges
In a new way
Don't be daunted
Scared or swayed
Face them with courage
And fortitude
For to not do so
This time around
Would be rude
Or you could just crumble
And turn to dust
Only to ask
For the same experience
Again
With your soul
Entombed in a new husk
So trust your instincts
And I hope and pray
This got you thinking
That all you're enduring
You've asked for
Even knowing me
Via this poetic review
To remind you
Keep going
You still have
So much to do
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(A lone voice whispers)
Hey you,
Reading this
From way beyond the reach
Of the Great Abyss
I, Thomas, have a question or two
Would you blindly follow me if I lit a red candle
In this final odyssey home
To be rescued
And finally bare your soul
Together with mine
And all you can handle
Before the Sacred Salt Pillar of Ado
Of Sodom and Gomorrah
Near the Dead Sea and atone
Would you follow me and that maybe life-changing suggestion
Willingly into this swirling dark
And grasp my coattails within this invocation and rhyme
As we trespass tentatively through all of this life's scary parks
Just you and me
To somewhere only the courageous can ever conceive
As we strip off all the world's detritus
That tries to smother us with all their rock slides
And swim against all societies fast-flowing dividing tides
Will you dare tango and tiptoe past the ever watchful Tall Man and all his worldly Minions
As we circumnavigate the spiritual globe
To truly see the new world grid and reclaim our own freedom
To sit beside our newly created Holy River
To write poetry and sing
To joyously watch through that river's undulating scrying mirror
As the real world slowly disappears
To then walk through a portal which I know will appear
Through all the luscious green grass to finally reach the portcullis gates to the
Eternal City
Of Tartaria
To hear the greatest stories ever told to human ears
In any era
To finally embrace a new realm free from all restrictions
Laws or fears
For although we are but lost souls going eventually to try to conquer She'ol
Would you still just blindly follow me
For you also
Seek Escapism
For you too are a true reader
Past the awakening powers of an immoral old fallen god
A new age world leader
And all its political forces
To walk unashamed together
Hand in hand
To somewhere to renew
Hidden from view
Beyond this world,
Many new pale white horses
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(A conversation between an elderly man in a nursing home, and his caring nurse)
I can still see her now
You know
Especially at night
Everywhere I look or go
Eyes twinkling with a touch of salacious wild mischief
Dressed in white
In this, my favourite picture
Look at her
Look at her with her bright brown eyes devouring each detail of my face
Look how her hand held my hand so gently like one of Love's legendary
Heart Thieves
Oh, she had such style
You should have seen us dance and laugh like Bing Crosby and Grace Kelly in High Society
But now as my heart grieves
What still lifts me to newer heights of acceptance is the thought
That through these old pictures of us behaving with such impropriety
I'll always have something magical that will always connect us
Whenever I remember
My one and only love, who was once so
Beautifully infectious
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Foundation.
Do photographs hold a more significant connection, when reviewed, when really required?
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(A lone figure, kneels and prays. Watched by his faithful cat, Rudolph)
I was born a sinner
Lord
For all us triers are
Blindly sent to live by You
An unknown higher power
To try to defeat the Devil's temptations and sin
But now at 75 and slowly dying
It's no use crying
Wishing I had done better
I've sinned all my life to live
Sinned
Staying out late looking for another with whom to live
Drank anything to get my soul wetter with all I could give
Gambled
Loved and lied
Been cheated on and cried
As inside I died
Cleaning up everything that was on my plate
So Lord it's now too late, and I know Saint Peter won't open your gates
But you know what
I still feel pride
About how I lived
So going to your purgatory with these feelings and sins
I'm sure I'll find other lost souls like me to continue the party
Because they'll be able to relate
For now, to change
As my end approaches
I still haven't got what it takes to be loyal
Since my Martha left me
After
For the millionth time,
I stayed out
Drinking and playing cards with the Gecko brothers
Watching strippers at the Titty Twister
Too late
Please forgive me Lord
Amen
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Foundation.
At the end, what would your last prayer be?
Did you live a good life or like the man above, give in to the Devils seductive powers?
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(A lone voice whispers)
No happiness for me and my best friend
Tony the pony today
For we lost our beloved muse
At 2 pm
One minute she was in full view
Perched on our old Oak tree
Watching us with beady black eyes like a true devotee
Then just like the uptake in poetry
In the 21st Century
By the younger generation
We were old news
She must have flew away to better things, we both thought
As we walked home
Past the village post office
Thinking of our old muse
With the crow like black hair
Lost to us forever
After getting us addicted to reading writing and listening to poetry
Underneath that old Oak tree
Now flying alone
Somewhere
Out there
Looking down below
For a new home
Like it once had
With Tony the pony
And me
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Foundation.
Is poetry like a bird flying around looking for somewhere new to land, after introducing others to its mysterious pleasures?
But as the newer generations get addicted to gaming platforms, and social media.
Will it eventually find landing, harder and more and more rarer?
The Red Gallows
(A rebuilt person whispers)
Before I knew Love
I was once so pure
With a heart so free
Carefree for all to see
Everyone loved and smiled at me
But one day Love came calling
And offered me the chance to take a risk
Offered me her spiritual red gallows with rope and chair
Smiled and said
Climb up there
Put on the rope and stand on chair
But beware
With just one soft push
From something unknown in the shadows
You could lose all your mind
And all you own
Standing on my metaphorical chair
Beneath my spiritual red gallows
Like many before you
What do you want to do?
Risk all for my love
And climb up
To experience a feeling where emotions don't stop
Or stay down there,
Stuck in your rut
Well, that was so long ago
And I still see Love
Everywhere I go
Repeating what she said before
But this time
I'd rather stay slightly pure
With a heartbreaking free
Trying to be carefree for all to see
For even though Love still smiles at me
She can keep her red spiritual gallows and metaphorical chair
For sometimes she tempts
Only fools
To proudly
Stand up there
(C)
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Foundation.
Do the broken abandon the chance of love again, after going through a painful heartbreak?
Has it happened to you?
I write about many themes. Light and dark.
After a recent post regarding using a dark word, which I won't mention, but in the bible it's a gigantic dragon starting with L.
I needed a word to rhyme with candelabra, so elected for abracadabra.
Unknown to me, a summoning word used in real life magic
At around 2 to 4 am I entered a lucid state and a white flickering light appeared
Darkness chilled my bones and I was paralyzed
An evil presence filled my view
A strange face flickered into existence
Scared I prayed
Speaking these words
In the name of God
Begone
After the third repetition
A bright light appeared with wings like an angel and made the entity go
It looked female, but the light was white and flickering, and I couldn't make out its glorious face
The atmosphere changed, and I woke
Calm
Did an angel save me
Was it real
Well, I astral travel every night, so I know that dimension.
It was as vivid as you're reading this
Trust in the power of prayer
Hopefully, it will save you too, as it saved me
Sending love and light
Your wanderer in The Great In-Between
Poet
John Duffy
P. S
My beloved mum was a psychic and it's probably why I have a gift
I've been in 6 serious car crashes
Been electrocuted
Had a near-death experience
I have been in the tunnel of light
Walked the smoke-filled surface at the top of the golden tunnel of light as I died
Seen ghosts
Watched a witch doctor in a seance
And many more unbelievable things to the normal person
It's why I traverse such bizarre themes
Expressions like whispers
Enter my mind
Hence
A lone voice whispers
Abracadabra and
Thanks for reading
May the power of love and light keep you safe and those you love at peace
I now release you
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Good night
(The picture represents my self image as I astral travel.
Other realms exist.
Sometimes, it feels as if in some places, people are waiting for my return.
I've been chased.
Flew
Destroyed demons with fire
Jumped miles in a leap
And created storms and force fields
Who said the power of our inner self isn't real
Did you know your unconscious mind works even harder when you sleep
REM
Where do you think it takes you
To a field to count sheep or to other realities
I believe when you astral travel
You possess other versions of you in other realities
But have powers for you are the original you
If you know how to conjure them
Who knows
I may visit you tonight
Call me
I'll be wearing a white flower pinned to my shawl dressed as above
Salute
The Dream Enchanter
(A lone voice whispers by candlelight)
In a dark dream,
Every night
In The Great In-Between,
Whenever I dream
It's always the same
I hear you scream
"I'm here"
In your soft pulsating voice
Just hidden unseen
Not wanting to be seen
Then right out of the darkness and void
Above that darkness's noise emanating such fantastical heat
You appear like a half ghost in my midnight street and as my heart beats faster
You take my hand and lead me deeper in The Hereafter
Hidden still by the shadows,
Bend low and whisper
"Call me Madam Astor
This realm's Pastor"
And as your sharp fingertips play a deep country tune across my skin
As my astral sweat drips faster
Whenever my eyes start to spin and my soul speaks out and pleads to sin
You dig your nails in
Even deeper into my skin and whisper
"Soon
So soon, I'll come to you in that quiet bedroom
For the last time
In two days after the fall of the midnight king, and the rise of the morning spring
I'll return to sing in this realm's unspoken rhymes, to make your spirit and eyes spin
One last time
Then fireworks will announce you're mine"
And then you're gone
Letting go of my hand
Leaving me standing alone at the gateway to The Blue Portal
The way back to the land of living mortals
Gone with that soft pulsating goodbye ringing throughout my mind
Like church bells
But I can feel it's going to be soon you'll return
As time undeniably does fly
When you've been marked by a spell
Somewhere in that places darkness
The Hereafter
For I've got goose pimples on my skin
And tonights the fall of the midnight king and the rise of the morning spring
And deep down I know
You'll soon return
So hear this my call
I'm ready to take one last walk
With you
My dream enchanter from The Great In-Between
Madam Astor
My soul's attractor and captor
The Great In-Between's
Ghostly Pastor
My beloved wife
Who I once loved in the land of the living before Death
Quietly crept up and grabbed her
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I still visit you
Somewhere deep inside
You know
For our old memories together
Carry me still
Everywhere I go
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Foundation.
In brief moments of reflection, do you still remember those you still love through introspection?
Social and claustrophobic phobia's
Find something or someone to love and try to absorb that feeling like
illicit opium
Why
It could be the way to survive this life cycle's current pandemonium
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We mark this as our hallowed oath
A mark, O Lord, for us both
To forever carry
For together
We stand
Eye to eye
Heart and hand
Now we're married
And by this mark, we swear by peace and love to forever trust each other
And always try to understand
For this, the seal upon our hearts is real
As it carries deep inside
All we feel
Amen
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Daylight may softly whisper it's but an hour away
But such is the spiritual power of your divine company,
I will stay
Transformed emotionally beyond all known boundaries of esoteric norm
By your captivating form
While your carefully chosen words like spoken spells
Holds me and unfolds me
And it's where I want to forever stay
An hour away from sunrise,
Laid together
Entwined
Listening to the early morning birds play
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Foundation.
Have you ever experienced that magical moment, when you want the night to never end?
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(A lone voice whispers)
May this prayer help you be mine
My sweet and dear Clémentine
To summon Eros
From the Deep Divine
So two hearts can forever be entwined
And through destiny
Be bound in love's surreal ecstatic chains
No longer restrained
Like an unspoken quatrain
A stanza of four lines
Which forever pines
But to ignite the spark
Of a new light
A reborn sonnet to dispel the darkness
Hidden out of sight
From my heart
So Mother Moon
Turn your wheel to send a beam
From The Great In-Between
To empower me in this
My heart's only quest tonight
To imprint how I feel
While I kneel
As I call her to me,
So mote it be
What will be
Will be
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Your treasured memory flashes like a falling star from my mind's eternal sky
It creates cosmic time loops where spirits from the tomb gather
While old conversations, like white snow, falls
As time no longer flies
With such glitz and glamour
And whenever I see your face amongst others again in that time loop
As in, you swagger
I always remember why I still love you
For like the mystical everlasting sea
The wild magic of you and me
Together
Will forever flow and run free
Like a lone siren's love song once whispered
To try to hypnotize
Ulysses
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Foundation of the piece.
Those we love live forever, whenever we remember.
A supernatural piece.
Only read if you want more love and understanding in your life!
(A lone voice whispers after lighting a candle. The invocation ends with the blowing out of the candle, after the last line is recited)
The Prayer to The Elementals.
Candēla Meditation.
(A lone voice whispers)
Power of Air
Power of Land
Hear my souls
Holy writs
I pray for love and understanding
So come my way
Power of Night
Power of Day
Hear what I say
I summon thee to protect me
So be it
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P.S
You do realise by reading it silently, you've summoned more love and understanding into your life?
Energy goes where attention flows.
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Foundation.
If you could escape this world, would you take that risk?
Escapism
As if cursed by the son of perdition
As I go about my new life's mission to gain admission to her realm
With Aphrodite's dead ringer who whispers songs of exquisite rendition
Praying a lone arrow from Eros bow will strike, drawing gasps from the angels watching
High in the midnight sky
As I breathe in her sweet aroma and passion filled scent, like pure oxygen
And feel regal like a king
Like King Solomon
As her aura captures my soul like a moth is attracted to a flame
So now all dark nights appear so long and so black
As the shadow people slowly advance
Whispering my name
For they know I have been changed by someone so radical.
As I entered the Fifth Dimension one strange night
Looking to finding a love so sacred and magical
But that's the magic of searching for the fantastical
For as sure as winds seduce trees by subtle caresses
As the world wakes each year in a new spring and fresh life begins
I write this before I go to the Hidden Forest
Where the White Ash stands
Where green ivy hides the entrance to her lair, and other slaves play music, while chained to metal stands
With the smell of incense on patrol in the electricity filled air
Ready to invade lungs and take control
It's ten to two in the morning and I have to appear at four
So if I don't come back, I leave this for you to know I'm fine
Keep the house
Car and money
For I'm going to a new place where fear no longer exists
A place I hope welcomes me in
Just pray for me that I don't
lose my soul and become just another flesh slave
Chained up playing music in her band
A prisoner trapped forever in her cave
As she sits or stands
On her golden throne singing with her crimson red lips
You're now mine
Now get in line
Your time will come play
For now, you're caught
And can no longer run away
For you're now just another one of my familiars
One in a trillion
No longer a civilian
All this I know for a German called Schiller
Told me over the internet
Told me to come over
Told me I'd be a member of a wolf pack serving a queen in The Great In-Between
So here I am
Pray for me
Ma xxx
Forever yours
Your son
Jimmie 0
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Have you had the Blues?
(A lone voice whispers)
As the silvery midnight sun rose
I drank my wet velvety smooth whiskey
Tasting exquisitely
My Life's Blues
I looked to the faraway sparkling stars
Wondering
Where do those lost really go
The mother's
Fathers
Sisters and brothers
After this mortal show
Is it to alabaster halls and reunions with old family and friends
Warm conversations
Endless soft music
Dancing around fires and priceless red wine
Or somewhere else
Cocooned between this world and the divine
Just relentlessly exchanging stories and fond memories
For there is no longer any time
Will they still remember us and send us a sign?
A soft kiss on the cheek
A red robin
A white feather
To always remind us,
They still wait love drunk
In all weathers
Longing for an embrace
Like a drop of spiritual moonshine
Will we ever see them again?
Or are they simply lost forever
No matter how hard we pray and mutter amen
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