Sad Monday Blues

 

I went for a cleansing ceremony a few weeks ago, 

As I've felt the presence of a negative energy stalking me as I slept.

So after I spoke to someone in the know.

Here's the story of that particular show. 

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After entering the Mage's dimly lit

Incense filled

Smoky room, 

he immediately said a dark shadow 

Invisible to the human eye

Had followed me in 

And to sit down on the black leather chair 

Beside the white bowl

When he splashed some holy water around me,

In a wide circle

Some of the drops fizzled with rage, I swear.

And after leaving with a blessing of secret incantations, 

I am sworn to not to repeat anywhere 

He said I am stalked by a lost soul from the Dark Valleys.

From the Lower Levels

And I should stop any contact with their living families

 If I had any and gradually things will return to normal.

He said no matter what they seek to do, say or write

I should ignore their attention-seeking stories or plights

For they are just another dark rite 

Conjured

Maybe with others in the middle of the night 

For they are but Archons in disguise 

Who simply want to feed off my negative energy

Caused by their lies

He ended with these lines.

Thomas. 

Just pray for them and that they may with new courage, 

Still seek the Lord's light and he, The Almighty,

May welcome them back and absolve their many hidden sins.

Therefore, 

As I mourn for the loss of someone lost forever to me as I return from their funeral today, 

And having to deal with this negativity, I feel.

All I can offer is my prayers that you

The lost soul from the Dark Valleys.

 See the light 

And leave the darkness 

For I forgive you.

For true forgiveness is real

For it's a gift that no one can ever steal

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Image shared under fair usage policy via Pinterest. 

Marys whispers

Press before you read.

Salute.

(A lone voice whispers.)

Whenever I pause

In these tranquil quiet 

Moments 

In here

To think about all those 

Long nights 

We once walked by the 

Hawaiian blue sea

I still get drenched by the 

Sweetest thoughts 

Of you and me

Memories of a fierce love 

Which shone high above 

The hot yellow city lights

Of a time we held hands 

And everything seemed to 

Be alright 

But like a pale white 

Vulnerable feather

Blowing in the 

Four Winds

I then always remember how 

You surrendered to temptation

And like an act from the 

Devils favorite playbook

Our love was viciously ripped 

From our cross

To be tragically forgotten 

And by so many others

Casually dismembered 

With no chance of 

Redemption

Now I guess 

We're like 

Two depressing 

Characters from a 

Dystopian play called

Twelfth Night

A rotten 

Shakespearean Play

No one cares about 

Or wants to even 

Remember

But I'll still treasure and 

Carry those memories

Of footsteps walking by the

Hawaiian blue sea

Where I got drenched and 

Soaking wet by the 

Sweetest thoughts 

Of just you and me

Memories of a fierce love

 

Which still shines so high 

Above the hot yellow city 

Lights

Of a time we once held 

Hands 

And the future seemed so 

Bright

Of memories of us entwining  

To make love

To keep warm throughout 

All those cold but soul-thrilling 

December 

Winters nights

For the real treasures in life isn't the material or commercial 

 But simply the spiritual 

Copyright John Duffy 

 

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

___________________

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: