Need some blessings?

 

Foundation.

Need some blessings?

Title.

A prayer for the writers and poets. 

(A lone voice whispers)

Bless you

The poet or writer to make your dreams materialise into what you write

Sending inspiration to carry you through the longest of days or nights

Encouragement that's heaven sent

Peace to release anything that brings you grief 

To bring new thoughts and stimulation 

To build new simulations like a stonemason

Through empirical observation

In all things you feel or see

By all of the power found while using A to Z

  

So mote it be. 

(C) Copyright John Duffy 

P. S

By reading this once upon a time in text, you have been well and truly blessed.

Salute.

Cūriōsitās (L)

 

Cūriōsitās (L)

(A lone voice whispers)

Have I made you read this to swallow my poetic pill?

For is there such a thing now as free will?

Overseas or on thou hill?

Aren't we all slaves to Curiosity, walking slowly to the grave?

But is the trick to always read the room?

And not just to swallow any old pill before you too, enter the tomb?

Not to be conditioned to worship despair.

For it's a curse carried on whispering air.

So does free will exist, or are we all bound tight by invisible chains?

Which we rattle in vain.

With tired arms or youthful charms.

With eyes aflame, in anger or generational shame?

So sleep tight with these thoughts tonight, if they still linger and remain.

Have I made you read this to swallow my poetic pill?

For is there such a thing now as free will?

Overseas or on thou hill?

Aren't we all slaves to Curiosity, walking slowly to the grave?

A slave to life and all the whispers it brings.

Day or night as the many hidden Pied Pipers

Sing?

(C) Copyright John Duffy 

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Radiance

 

Foundation.

Do beloved memories appear suddenly wherever you enter a specific room?

Title.

Radiance 

(A lone voice whispers)

The day someone's fire leaves us to grieve

Have you too felt Aphrodite appear like a ghost in the night

To retrieve her invisible red heart and replace it with a heavy purple one

A new heart for the Bereaved

A purple one that emits a striking psychic perfume 

That will always haunt and remind you 

Of someone still missing 

As you walk into a special room 

 

(C) Copyright John Duffy 

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A View to a Kill.

 

Foundation.

Even after all these years, do you still remember someone special?

Title.

A View to a Kill.

(A lone voice whispers as a man in a nursing home writes his last diary letter)

From beyond the sacred river

Came fear like a lone-wolf stalking in the Wild Canadian cold.

I know what we had I should have clung onto like precious gold. 

But curiosity called me like Ligeia, the siren into her red fold.

So now I'm lost at sea like Peter, who was fishing.

Before someone special appeared at Galilee.

So like autumn leaves, all now on the ground, blowing through my memories wild forests.

No longer green but brown.

Just know I still treasure all the sunsets where we were by angels seen. 

For even though the Fallen One opened his wings and broke us down.

Our old love still sings such a sweet symphony.

That follows me still and makes my heart beat faster every time. 

I swallow one of your memory pills. 

That returns me like a spy but with no free will.

In my own version of View to a Kill.

This last letter is for Annabelle, my childhood love, who I once knew.

Just know, I've always missed you.

 (C) Copyright John Duffy 

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Are you a member of the Inquisitorious?

 A short narrative relating to the Power of Hope! 

Be inspired! 

Read on!

Title.

Are you a member of the Inquisitorious?

(A lone voice whispers)

Does Life sometimes haunt you?

Clinging securely like an unsolicited overcoat of unwanted sorrow?

Does it fit tightly like a second skin?

Do thoughts of mortality, failed dreams and hopes deeply pervade your very soul?

Does the word disappointment encapsulate most of your emotional overtures?

We all through Life can face great moments of terrible uncertainty like failure and depression.

Lost love, unemployment, family disputes.

Bereavement and more—and how we truly overcome and shake off, Life’s thick overcoat of sometimes self-imposed sorrow—renews us.

Strengthens and washes over us with the soft inner breeze of our own divine sovereignty.

Magnificence and inner power.

So if life slowly starts to haunt you, think of the happiest you have ever felt and focus on it.

Hour by hour.

For when you do, your bright Light of Hope will always seek to illuminate the creeping darkness.

Sending it back to the shadowy recesses of the mind where it belongs.

To help you cope.

For by changing your thinking, you can sometimes change your life.

As Life is immersed in deep rivers of constant duality.

With spiritual scales of justice containing essences of Light in one and Darkness in the other.

Two rivers that meet within you.

A confluence of influence.

Unseen but always there, dominating our daily lives — silently affecting us day after day.

Making us, whether we are aware of it or not.

To always feel the never-ending hum and flow of the Darkness.

It can either rule us or we can learn to conquer it with Light.

Light in the form of love, compassion, faith, empathy, kindness, and friendship.

So here's to you, smile.

For by reading to here, this is a new happy moment to renew within and feel content.

May this new confluence of new thoughts have some profound influence.

So you can be victorious and walk the road alongside us.

And be one of the rare tribes of the Inquisitorious.

(C) Copyright John Duffy 

Confluence: When two rivers meet. 

Inquisitorious: Possessing a highly inquisitive nature.

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The Strict Mistress from the House of Hidden Books

(A lone voice whispers)

Within these conjured hypnotic words

Lies, my secret binding spell

To you, to control and contain 

No matter how loud you shout or yell out

In happiness or pain 

To attach you to me forever or temporarily 

With lashings of lascivious dark stories or poetry 

As your soul salivates in total submissive anticipation and slowly starts to weep

While waiting for new life-changing glories 

Will you let me devour your curious mind like a cavernous thief

And take you to new heights of wild, unconditional excitement

As your higher self suddenly

Wakes from its repetitive, mundane sleep

Will you let me take you so damn

Deep

To new apocalyptic wet shores 

Through exchanges of whispered hirquitalliency

Of unexplored crimson heat and let my hidden fingertips 

Trace pagan pictures of intimate lambitions and reunions

Across that succulent exposed spine in your mind 

Will you give me all those deep, pamphagous thoughts

You keep bajulated under strict locks and keys

That no one sees

Forever confined 

Landscapes, or should I say mindscapes 

Filled with such visceral, enticing written words

Which brings forth such irrational coercive armies 

Heralding banners of such a hypnotic binding power

Just waiting to liberate minds in the low hours

In the new battles of Middle-Earth

Those willing to sacrifice everything they once knew

To then be gently or vigorously deflowered

As they use aroused imaginations

To explore new verbs

Or sentences 

From my House of Hidden Books

Appearing like S & M

Mistresses or Masters 

Right out of the blue

Will you pray for us to embrace 

While these soft words upon your mind's delicious lips 

Are gracefully worshipped

For by hearing these whispers, you've now been duly baptised throughout this

Our soul's reintroduction 

As your hypothalamus is stimulated by my black and white

Ethereal leather whip

 (C)

Copyright John Duffy

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The Dream

As I dreamt on the 15th of January, I pondered vulnerability.

A bearded man in a white robe appeared to me. 

He said, 

"John, I have a message for you. Take my hand, my son."

As I took his hand, he took me to a huge grey and black mountain.

Gazing at me with deep brown, mesmerizing eyes, he continued.

"When you were all born into this realm before me, and all in the highest of heights.

We gave you all a beautiful light to show the world, but when you entered the world and listened to its descriptions of happiness, many of you built these mountains before us.

Mountains of fear, self-doubt, and the manipulation of nether beings, which slowly cover that beautiful light, we once gave you to share.

Can you still feel yours, John?"

He asked inquisitively.

I answered.

"A pulse of light that sometimes appears when I feel lucid, 

My Lord."

I whispered.

"Take my hand, John.

Do not be afraid, for when you allow me back into your life,

I open up those small caverns within these mountains of fears and self-doubts to once again lead you to the light.

 You once truly loved.

Your own divine right to serenade your own individuality and intrinsic happiness."

As the Lord took my hand.

He approached the huge mountain before me, and there before me was a minute crack, and we shrank and entered it

 A strange yellow doorway appeared and grew to accommodate us.

As we walked, 

The Lord said.

"Through renewed faith,

One can find a way to the light."

As we walked, the mountain started breaking down before us, and as his hand increased in heat,

I felt light of all my burdens, and when I looked up. 

A bright yellow, shimmering flame lay before me in the distance.

The last words I heard before I awoke were simply this. Which I leave here for you to read.

"Believe in me and be reborn to the light.

Tell those in need."

(C) Copyright John Duffy

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The love letter to Germaine

 

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Foundation.

Relationships are so complex.

Arguments come and go.

Some intense, but when all seems lost, if you're with the right person, the light of hope to reunite > sometimes seems to shine.

Have you nearly broken up but then got back together?

The love letter to Germaine

You may still need time to heal and

I’ve only just figured it out

Only God can put us

Together again

I may need

To kiss that old fantasy

My treasured dream with a final

Goodbye

You see

I gave you my heart and soul

And everything in between 

I once owned

But now I’ve walked through the long, dark night of the soul

Past all the illusions

I've seen through it all

Past all the black and white

If there were a second chance at loving you

I'd take it right away

Starting today

But Father Time played his painful cards

In seconds and minutes

These tears are still going to fall

Have we gone too far this time

For when I look in your deep, dark eyes

I can see there’s

No common ground

They're telling me it’s over

Yelling at me to

Leave

To go

I know how it goes

We can never make it

 So I'll retire alone to grieve for

God doesn't love us

It's a deep truth 

I may now come to know

Too many lies you think have seemingly been

Spoken

Too many sacred

Oaths now lie on our bedroom floor

Scattered into so many pieces

Screaming as we cry out in pain

Totally broken

But I still don’t want to leave

For deep inside

At my very core

There's still only one truth

I cling to that, I truly believe

Your love is all that I need

To really help me breathe

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Sunday thoughts

 

One of the mesmerizing qualities of reading or writing is slowly entering strange landscapes filled with unknown possibilities, and enthralling characters.

And when your own magical cinema switches on, in doing so, enabling you to see all those beautifully written words spring into life.

It’s sometimes too difficult to switch off.

So free your mind this Sunday.

Read or even start writing.

A great way to relax.Peace, quiet, and tranquility, depending upon your selected choices, of course!

Have a wonderful day filled with inspired thoughts.

P.S.

Do you enjoy reading?

Who's your favorite poet or author?

The Mirror

 

The Mirror


(A lone voice whispers)


If Humanity looked in the mirror and could see its real face.
Would it end this destructive race?


Would it put an end to endless wars and demonizing those deemed less?
Those labelled with perceived flaws?


If Humanity looked in the mirror and could see its real face.


Would it change and lift us to a higher place?
Its self-obsessed power struggles, slowly disappearing without trace.


A dreams a dream until we dream it into being.
Many have tried before to knock on Humanity's door.


Maybe this time around it will be different.
Maybe this time, Humanity will be less belligerent.

(C) Copyright John Duffy

Belligerent" means aggressively hostile, eager to fight or argue, or engaged in warfare. It can describe a person, group, or even a country.

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