The Guitar Man

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Salute.

And some still ask

Me

Would you sell

Your soul for a dime or a buck

If you ran out of luck

Would you sign

Across

The dotted line

For fame or fortune

Would you ride

On the back of one of

The Four horsemen

Would you do a deal

With the Devil in

Silence

Would you be owned by

Apollyon

As he welcomes you

Into the dark asylum

Or instead

Would you suffer

The mortal

Sins of Trying

To conquer those burdens

Or dreams

You're carrying

There's always shortcuts

To the very top

Only you can decide

To do the deal

Blow your trains whistle

And stop

To enter into its dark

Beauty shop

I'm just an old guitar man

Singing this old tune

Cos I

Done my deal

With the devil

Many years ago

They all called me up

Up asking

Johnny

How did it go

I just say

Sign on the dotted line

And then you'll know

For

I'm just a guitar man

Singing my own song

Done my deal

With the devil

Many years ago

I got so much money and

Riches

But only I

Know the secrets

And all the many others

Who sold out

For fame

We are but one of many

Who still

Whisper his name

I'm just a Sell-Out

Playing gigs in the dark

Praying my candle

Doesn't burn out

As I walk past

Arya Stark

Cos i

Done my deal

With the devil

Many years ago

Only I know the secrets

Where this life

On the road goes

To dark places

Filled with old faces

As I carry round

My many Louis Vuitton

Suitcase's

Copyright John Duffy 2019

I love you Never sleeps

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Salute.

When the moonlight opens

Up its starry sparkling gates

And the midnight stars

Seem to twinkle

And whisper your divine name

No matter how I feel

Anxious happy or sad

No matter how hard

My soul quietly weeps

Or smiles to the unseen ether

Swirling all around me

I now know the tormented anxiety

And sleepless nights

Quietly hidden with those painful three words

For

I love you

Never sleeps

Copyright John Duffy 2019

Can two cheaters ever be truly happy?

Can two cheaters ever be truly happy?

A theme portrayed endlessly in soaps, drama's, film, but more realistically, life.

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Salute.

We always meet

Under the moonlights priceless

Silvery rays

We dance like entwined

Consummated eternal lovers

Forever engaged

Married insidiously

By Father Darkness

Through our wicked

Salacious old ways

The thoughts of the world

And all outward consequences

Simply burn on our

Old relationships funeral pyre

And just float away

Carried aloft by the

Cold now dystopian

Midnight's air

This crazy relationship

Which once started as a

Facebook and Twitter

Conversation

Now such a thrilling

Exhilarating irreducible dare

Is now my every

Breathing prayer

This may last or may break

It may end in a heartbeat 

As we share a slice 

Of the Devil's

Delicious seductive cake

But you were always

Worth the risk and long waits

Your three words now just bind me

And sing for me

Whenever my green eyes close

Three words within eight letters

I just plead to hear

I love you

It just keeps me starstruck

Like a Hollywood big actor

Lost on your big screen

Projector

Regardless of our sin and

Our unspoken marriage

As we ceremoniously

Slide through dark shadows

Like unseen lepers

I know we'll win

And buy that dream

Together

For

We're just one

Of the worlds many

Unknown sinners

Swimming valiantly

In one of life's

Many deep rivers

Holding tightly

To each other as we

Sometimes struggle

To breathe

Trying to be

Together forever

Whatever this judgemental

World

Believes or conceives

Married together

Insidiously

Through our wicked ways

As we weave 

Gaslighting

Family and friends 

And lovers

Through shared

Machiavellian plans

To always deceive

Copyright John Duffy 2019

Mother

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Salute.

Go deep my reader

To the Eternal well 

The one unvisited until

You eventually sleep

Bathe and cleanse yourself 

Of all the troubles or pain 

Of which you might nightly weep

And remember to bring back a drop 

Of its essence as

Morpheus the Greek 

Bades you goodbye from his dark and 

Mysterious keeps

Use it to purify and sanitise 

Your old and eternal soul

It's how you'll forever win 

As you slowly grow 

Old

Copyright John Duffy 2019

Summer Solstice.

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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
It's 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
Equinox Summer 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
It's 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 equinox festival
To arrive

To embrace maybe painful
Embers and emotions
Of Summers long past

That may have survived

To then
Embrace old Winter

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

Copyright John Duffy

Ballad of the Witcher

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A long time ago

With some

Blindfolded or

Tied to old green

Wooden stakes

They loved to stone

Or just burn us

Just because they thought

We were different

Since they lived in an unseen

Primitive world

Overflowing with such

Shameless ignorance

We

Who once danced to

Old Mother Moon

Or just under

The mystical Sun

Maybe

In our own woodland grove

Or simply around

Luminous fires

On secretive moors

As the cycle's of the world

Slowly

Ebbed and Flowed

Always staying hidden from all

On the mainlands

Busy main roads

We the old

Or new poets

Singers

Music makers

Authors

Famous or still unknown

But still brave enough to

Stand courageously

In front of all the haters

We are all still

Representations of

The Old

Seducers of the mind

For we are all

World shakers

We who have always have walked

All those strange roads

Wherever our

Fate took us

And today we are all reborn

But now unafraid

To live our true way

For all our

Ancient ancestors

Now just

Live within

Us

Just leading us forward 

Is there a light

Within you too

A light

A strange beacon which

Is always lit

No matter how you feel

A need to write

Sing or  produce

Using all those all remembered

God given talents

To truly seduce

To help others

Purge all those emotions

Which

Around us all

Still flows

For we are all human

And so we are all baptised to feel

Did you once

With strength

And conviction

Willingly kneel

To be

Blessed before

Apollo's altar

To then stand unafraid before all to see

As you bravely whispered 

Blessed Be

Copyright John Duffy 2019

In Griefs Darkest Hours

A painful day will come

Soon

My beloved 

When I am no longer around

To share my love and sweet

Smiles

But you will find happiness

When this once penned

Love letter is eventually found

Yes you

You will cry

Like the Holy River is

Running down your soft cheeks

Just wondering why I disappeared

So long ago

When things between us died

Those precious tears

Which may seem to fall

Endlessly

When you look for me

Up in dark storm filled

Skies

But dear beloved

Don't search for me

Aimlessly

Throughout all the

Busy villages or big cities

Streets

For

I am here

Deep inside

To whisper through beloved

Memories

To bring to you

Much needed inner peace

For I’ll always love you

May these words

Still linger

And resonate deep inside

To help you cross

Mother Griefs

Notorious picket line

And

If there ever comes a time

When they seem to lose their glimmer

Or shine

Or just

Through time

Slowly fade

Just pick up one of my

Divine memories sticks

One of my old photographs

And revisit our once happy

Memories Parade

For I am simply

A heartbeat away

A silent joyous thought

On a beautiful Summers day

A warm embrace

While the Winters starlings

Play

Just forever

Keep me real close

Within the deep recesses

Of your mind

Don't let Father Time

Tear us apart but

Just let me live

Within each and every

Beat of your heart

For here's a secret

Many cursed by

Father Time

Simply forget

A few flowers on specific days

May seem so precious

But for us who live inside

If you can remember us in

The good times

The happiness and joyous

Occasions

Then we will be reborn

In your beautiful tear-filled eyes

To always return to

Help you conquer

Your soft tears and perhaps a

Seemingly never-ending

Depression

So smile now and just

Think of me

So I can be reborn

To always see

All you can be

Copyright John Duffy 2019

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