The Midnight Monologue

 

Is poetry a dying artform

Does this new generation just want images and memes

To be their new norm

Don't they know the beauty of creating a thing

That might be emotionally worn

A beautiful invisible locket  

That may help them find catharsis

And through  

PoetryGenesis

To truly transform

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In fifty or a hundred years.

Will poetry simply be a mystical art form?

Known only to shamans and mystics 

As the current society kneels before unusual and insidious technology

For just about everything?

Will the new generations, be less inclined to create thoughts onto paper, or just so somewhere? 

Will the repeated vaccination cycles, potentially dum them down, so the burning passions in their soul, can never speak?

Will a technocrat's dream of a neverending dystopia

Lull them to sleep

To keep them in servitude and neverending bondage to be perpetually weak 

Serving the Matrix in a blinded hypnotised unconscious form of submission 

Copyright John Duffy

Foreshadowing 2021

It's January the 12th, what will the year bring?

Will the 20th, bring carnage or a peaceful transition?

With all the swirling political, and human issues, surrounding recent events in the USA and the many covid related events, how will 2021 end?

Will it be a year for freedom or tyranny?

Press play.

Salute.

 Narrated by the super-talented,  Clinton R.  Johnson. 

Peter. The Keeper of Keys.

Press play and let the emotional music wash over you as you read.

Salute.

Some may call me a charlatan

A new reborn follower of a King 

From somewhere totally

Glorious

It's so Cosmopolitan

A seducer of fragile minds

Who might choose to hold me upright

 

As I baptised another poor sinner 

And try to bring an end to all their tragedies 

Solidified in written oxygen

Whatever the consequence  

But my message is simply this

Try to live for happiness and a loving muse

Paint touching emotional pictures through stories

Photographs

Music or poetry 

Using them as your own golden lyre

And then lay them gently in green fields and upon velvety avenues

So those who want to read them 

Can never ever be refused

Try not to lament old age 

As it tries to freeze your spiritually youthful body 

in those dark moments of living

For it's forever deemed to be so beautiful and lithe

With a profound strength 

To swim through tributaries 

of anxiety which may seem so unforgiving

From all that red pain to eventually finding 

newer beginnings

Your heart may seem heavy 

and you might lose hope and feel all emotions

Linked to losing happiness or love 

But look me in these eyes

Watching you

 

Within these words 

and be lifted up in Dawn’s 

rose-flushed arms 

To truly live

Then look into life’s deep silvery mirrors

and always remember

You have so much more 

To still give

So just know when that grieving whistle blows

When that hope of love
seems to disappear at night

 

When the darkness appears

 I’ll be always here
To hold you

Some may call me a charlatan

A new reborn follower of a King 

From somewhere totally

Glorious

It's so Cosmopolitan

A seducer of fragile minds

Who might choose to hold me upright

 

As I baptised another poor sinner 

And try to bring an end to all their tragedies 

Solidified in written oxygen

Whatever the consequence

But my message is simply this

Will you let these words breathe through you

And calm the storm inside

As I try to keep your fire alight

Throughout all these upcoming dark nights

For I hold all the keys 

To the Kingdom and one day 

I hope and pray

 I'll let you in 

When your astral eyes open and

Me 

You'll see

 

Copyright John Duffy

The Spotify Experience

An exploration of music and poetry. 

Narrated by Clinton R. Johnson from Canada. 

It's rather surprising how far words can reach. 

Salute. 

A couple of the artists on my bio are unknown. A strange Spotify algorithm. 

Click this link to visit Spotify. Salute

The voice of Raphael

 The voice of Raphael

Press play and let the emotional music wash over you as you read. Salute. 

The voice of Raphael 

(A lone voice whispers)

I'm a hidden mercenary

An angel 

A bringer of the 

Purple Flame

Often seen 

As a young man

Carrying a staff

But I'm just 

A tollkeeper 

And opener of occult doorways 

To secretive places from 

The Great In-Between 

Held in the 

Great Pagan 

Books 

Of so many 

Names

One of the ancient inhabitants 

Forever reborn 

An original citizen

of a lost faraway world 

A holy city

Beyond the Great Veil

The Gatekeeper is just my magical occult sigil

Say my invocation spell three times 

And I'll appear 

To help you materialise those dark dreams of love

Or wealth 

You hold dear

It's that simple

O' Ancient One

Great Gatekeeper 

from beyond the 

Great Shadows

Hear my call and come hither forth

O' Ancient One

From beyond the Great Shadows

Hear my call and come visit me

whilst I dream 

Riding upon your great white horse

O' Blessed Be

O' Ancient One

Great Gatekeeper from beyond the

Great Shadows

Hear my call and come hither forth

Did you do it

The look in your eyes says yes

If you really confess

For I'll be visiting you

Tonight

In the low hours

Just after 

Midnight 

So mote it be

If God will allow 

Us

Copyright John Duffy 

Is this your Christmas wish?

I once prayed for true love

And  

When the Christmas sunshine 

finally lit you up

I knew deep down inside

I'd found some magic

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

 

The Angel called Evermore

 

Was he a light worker?

 

“We must never forget that art is not a form of propaganda; it is a form of truth.”

Remembering JFK, who championed science to put a human foot on the Moon, and championed art, to put poetry and power in the human heart, and was killed in 1963 

So many could strive to be free:

The Angel called Evermore

 

Do you pray in these dark times in 2021?

 

A prayer whispered from the Great In-Between just for you. 

Now say after me, using that reading voice, who is narrating these words. 

Let there be a bright light to strengthen and revitalise

Me and my beloved family

In the name and in the presence of The Almighty

Of which I am reborn eternally

Through the sacred power of the Holy blood

Once sacrificed for me and the many others

I COMMAND the four winds to summon

Archangel Michael

To with his mighty sword

Remove all dark energies
Linked to covid 19

Manifesting
Around me my family or my friends

And any unseen energies
That binds

As all that darkness is absolved

Into the ether from whence, it came

I call upon

Archangel Michael

To summon the blessed
Violet Flame and through
Ablution

To cleanse all our energies
And remove all illnesses

And threats to our mortal being

To once again
Bathe us in the
Pure White Light

From the Almighty's
Great Halls and to

Fill up all our Future Rooms

With so much revitalizing
Energy

I ask Archangel Michael
To purge all the afflictions

From our souls 

as we all go into the world

To do the Lord's bidding

In this very moment 
As this energy is released

I pray for divine salvation

Freedom and enlightenment
In the name of the
Almighty

So be it

Amen

Copyright John Duffy