The Mistress Of The Shadows

 A quiet day as I review old post for a new short book. It is kind of strange reading old posts created out of the ether. Human relationships are still as complicated as from the time humanity began. Did Lilith bring something controversial in the new world, when she rebelled against Adam, as written in some old scriptures and books many allure to? Is she the.................................

The Mistress Of The Shadows

 

 

Am I the sacred answers you

Still forever just seek

 

Could I but be your own embodiment of a glorious heaven or a perverse hell

 

Some say I’m the sweet lullaby dark angels sing

A sonnet of damnation or intense pleasure for the soul

 

Am I but the luscious green garden

everyone wishes to walk through

before they leave this land

 

To trespass to who knows

In here

 

One of the glorious

Hidden fifth kingdoms

 

We in the know

Just call

She’ol

 

My weapons have started and ended many

Historical or personal wars

 

Am I but the all-consuming sharp knife 

To pierce the hearts and lonely minds of those who just linger lost

Below the long shadows

 

Just seeking something to reignite their dark desires

Or who fight for the light

 

I have been called many names

Like the life-force of all living creatures

Untamed or just walking and surviving

Broken

 

Endless ancient woodland groves

Still sing unheard pagan songs to me

In the darkness

 

 

For my names are many but only two really remains

 

I live eternally

You see

 

Tasked to visit shamefully darkly lit places

Opulent incensed

Fused palaces of loquacious

Words of flesh and physical sin

Bedrooms

Woods and hotel rooms still carry the scent of my many

Visceral soul tainting visits

 

They all silently pray for my return

 

For I am but the darkness hiding in

So much light

 

Holy sustenance your soul needs

To truly feed and breathe

 

In plain sight

 

 

For once you are firmly within my grasp

I will own you for all your remaining

 Days and nights

For once you’ve tasted my sweet wet liquor

And sampled my priceless red wines

 

I’ll always own you as long as your light flickers

For I am ancient

Born into life with Old Adam and before my successor 

Called Eve

 

Now just forever stalking you

Within your Gardens of This Ages Creation

 

I walk through all countries

And my name is still carried

Upon the wet lips of the seduced

 

 

Within every one of these new worlds many

Ever-growing nations

 

For I am the glimmer and mysterious shine

Whilst lost in the darkness

And knee-deep in

The temptations of the Black Sun

 

The giver of reconciliation or damnation of the soul

 The emotional Sword of Damocles

 

 

A knife-edge upon which you may perpetually balance

And unknowingly dance

Do you know my full esoteric name yet

 I'm simply the two edge sword look bestowed to all living creatures from so high above

 

My full esoteric name is simply

Love Hate

Copyright John Duffy

From the Mount of Olives to Via Dolorosa

 From the Mount of Olives to Via Dolorosa

Today's entry on a quiet Easter weekend.

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

From the Mount of Olives to Via Dolorosa.

Are you ready to walk within my deep dreams?

Let us begin.

I was stood somewhere up high in a magnificent luscious garden, and as the daylight slowly receded.

I saw a band of say, 12 men gradually approaching.

All adorned in white robes of some sorts.

With the shimmering stars, lighting up the grey skies as their escorting heavenly consorts.

They were all a short distance away and never saw me watching, hidden behind a green olive grove.

As I carefully stared, I felt as if one of them knew I was there.

Hidden from sight, but still, he knew.

As I watched, he seemed to speak to the group clad in white and left.

Walking purposefully towards me.

With a subtle sense of supernatural power and a movement, that spoke of effortless control.

He seemed to be mouthing something I could not hear.

To the now dark ominous skies hovering above him.

Which seemed to crackle with electric energy and authority as though replying.

As I watched.

Looking down the hill past his followers.  

A multitude of flickering yellow lights seemed to be parading up the now black curving pathway.

Like a mythical glow-worm.

Something so incredible and strange, I just knew this dream was way above the norm.

A deep compulsion to warn the figure who I now recognised as Jesus, washed over me, but before I could speak.

He raised his finger to his lips and seemed to send me a message telepathically.

That made all my energies redundant and weak.

It is ok, John.

I know what is to come and the price I must pay.

Be silent as my eternal friends now sleep, for a short while at least. 

Before the storm which is to come starting tonight. Coming from the East.

For they do not know the price I have to pay, or could ever have the capacity to understand.

My journey to Golgotha isn’t the end, but also a new beginning for all living things.

I will see you again in my Fathers Great Kingdom when, unfortunately, you too will eventually wear one of Death's black wedding rings.

You have simply stumbled upon one of humanities old memories.

Iconic moments which are constantly replayed for the curious to find, and to appreciate for themselves.

I have seen this memory written down in so many old black leather-bound books,  and one thing they all seem to miss; is this.

Can you write this visit down for me, for the few to see if they too find their way here like you?

For there's still a secret here to find in these deep dreams, as they too wander through these wet mists.

You see when the Temple guards took me from here.

In the Garden of Gethsemane.

As I was led away after that kiss, from you know who - who I forgave, of course.

I walked away with them smiling, for I knew.

I knew humanity would finally have a chance at salvation.

This flux around us is shimmering but it will hold.

Stay with me for a few more moments, as I speak of humanities chance of redemption.

And then he broke eye contact and returned to his sleeping disciples.

Who awoke as the loud battalion of Temple men arrived.

Judas Iscariot kissed him and called him, Rabbi, as I looked on.

The figure who just spoke to me, now arrested. Walked down the hill.

Looking straight forward and glowing with such a beautiful beaming smile, that must have stood out for a country mile.

The one where true untainted happiness cannot be hidden.

A child’s smile.

A Son of God smile.

The last message I received as I lost the ethereal dream state was simply this.

Fear not, I will survive for soon passage for all can never be denied.

As he slowly disappeared into the darkness and walked to his already foretold wake.

Trailed by some strong-looking men holding lit torches, and men in white robes. Following screaming and crying.

With white doves watching the scene below as they stopped flying.

He spoke again.

I willingly go to die, so that all of humanity could have their sins forgiven, and receive endless life.

If in me they do believe.

So that broken relationships with God can be restored. 

And Atonement can be known and acknowledged in every moment. 

And then I awoke in a cold sweat.

Rather a strange dream to recollect.

I can still see all those figures in white walking up that winding pathway. 

And always hear that so soothing voice before they all walked to the Way of Sorrows.

Did my imagination conjure it up, or did I stumble into one of humanities hidden time loops?

All questions for a reflective Easter weekend like today, whilst sipping Merlot and bathing in the sunshine of life.

Have a great time wherever you are.

I hope you are free and not suffering from any struggles or strife.

Remember, you now belong to two strange worlds.

One of this mortal life, and one of forgiveness where there is no night.

Salute and Happy Easter.

Copyright John Duffy 

The Soucouyant

(A lone voice whispers)

Like a lone argus-eyed oblique tattered caliginous silhouette

Moving extremely cautiously in the severe deadly silence

The Mistress of the Voices of the Dead

Poe Ravenscroft Marmosett

A rare blatherskite whose white emblem appears on the backs of

The Great In-Between black gull's wings

Who just love to gather in huge invisible circles above lost souls 

Like earthly Starling flocks

To crow and sing

Poe Ravenscroft Marmosett

The seasonal bringer of red torches to burn at midnight

By kings

Princesses

Prince's

Peers and Lords

Red torches that would never go out 

No matter even if they got soaking wet 

When she stirs up her twin Sister Anxiety 

To fight in all gathered 

As she's summoned and ceremonially swept up

By her swollen army of mindless hordes

By their pleas

Calling to be re-masked and rebranded

With her new Emotions suit of self-resurrecting armour

Which her faithful armies seek

Full black leather and a two-sided blade and a white candle

Always lit to dispel the darkness 

As old or new emotions cascade 

To help guide them 

A new follower home to atone

After they've been beautifully betrayed

And all their inner larders have been raided

By a conjured blind colporteur

Will you grasp Poe Ravenscroft Marmosett

Shadowy hand to then suddenly hear the summoning anthem

Played loudly by her ethereal band

Like I once did

The forbidden one known only to the few by her real unspoken name 

Poe Ravenscroft Marmosett 

She of the steely green eyes

Who always appears from the West 

Looking for the heartbroken or just depressed

With horse and carriages following her in straight lines

For the soon to be possessed

Stacked high with new flesh suits of black leather 

And carrying white lit candles and sharpened blades

For those lost

Thinking about all the ones who broke the sanctity of their sacred trust

When they were betrayed and waylaid

Who now need a new armour made out of black leather

A white candle and a two-sided blade

After hearing and experiencing the traumas linked to the explosion 

Of one of her hand made emotional grenades

Will you too hear these hissed words

Accompanied by the shrill sound of her ancient bejewelled Shofar

If you to her call

Surrender

Surrender

Will you summon me with your low cries and pleas

The true queen 

All the real honey bees seek

Will you stand and listen as my priestess

Amongst my unvoiced bannerman 

The harsh voiced Sangoma of the Netherworlds

Gathers and commands you to pull on my black leathers

Hold up your white candle and a two-sided blade

And return with her to my home forever 

A new soldier in an invisible army of the betrayed

A place where emotions no longer cause the Amygdala to get wet

For you know and accept no velleity can save you now

Will you follow I 

Poe Ravenscroft Marmosett

Into the sunset to reach a new land

Hidden just beyond The Green Hills in the West

Copyright John Duffy

A story from Morpheus The Greek

  

Press play so the music can wash over you as you read. Salute.

Are you bored and want some random lines to read?

Thank me later.

It's raining as I look outside. 

Be safe wherever you are.

Salute.

Friday the 12th of March, 2021.

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Are we carefully scrutinized by undiscovered forces from another realm? 

Do we in the mist, live forever

Many of your types I pass daily but especially at midnight

When I sit in the edge of their bed

Have always asked

 

Even though we're all invisible

We still hear you 

As you struggle to confide in the forbidden silence

Especially in the last dregs of sunlight before dusk

Are we, immortal souls

You continuously question

What would you do with all our time

Would it drive you right out of your mind

Well, here's my answers 

Just for you to read before you turn too turn to dust

In here

This dark place known to the enlightened few as The Shadow Lands

Where I now exist and drink almond ambrosia to worship and pray alone

 

Commissioned until eternity to strive to excite lost souls 

To confess as a penance 

I've been anointed with as a chance to find a means to atone

Sacrificed deserted souls who stumble and end up my way

Through random long or short legions of their exorcisms m in red rivers of  linear poetry

Like a drunken
James Brown

I gather them around to listen to what my words truly means and say

While high on whiskey and singing 

Papa's Got A New Bag globally 

Dressed like my prototype

Good old Bob Dylan in black

When he once faced his own faithful hurricane

I sometimes entertain them by dancing wildly in a smoke-filled circle with the all-time king of pop

Michael Jackson

Whilst moon-walking in grey skies

Watched by others and the occasional falling star

My agastopia of  delicious lines grace their minds

Like a new friend I was recently introduced to

Hugh Hefner

The one famous for all those damned but hot
Playboy’s pictures

That send adolescent and immature mind's cerebral cortex's 

And libidos totally insane

I sometimes stand in the half-light 

Telling them

 I'm so strong and powerful like that Thandie Newton

The one who once found strength 

Self-worth and power

In a new Westworld 

Whilst being reborn again and again

My words are whispered enchantments you see

Spells sent just to serenade your tired bored five senses 

Filled with a crescendo of rising fire like when Marlon Brando

Embraced emancipation while causing total carnage

Death and eventual apocalypse

In Cambodia 

As he boarded that fateful flight 707 from The Seventies 

Dreaming of his girl next door he left home

Called Sophia 

Am I a sceptic like some say or just a wide-boy spectator

A majestic soother like an out-worldly philosopher 

Or just a beguiling collaborator

Can you feel me

You ought to

I am simply giving you a mixture of words

Gracing your insatiable eyes

Through cheap or expensive plastic movie screens

As I hide in the dangerous depths 

Of the twenty-first century's fast-flowing mobile streams

For I'm just a beautiful old beast

A heaven-sent narrator

Steamrolling through with lustrous glossy keys 

To all the so many wet lesser brothels of your mind

As you sit watching and casually sipping these sweet-tasting words as you read

And just like so many

 I already know 

You'll soon become gloriously addicted to my cheap bottles of poetic mead 

You see
I'm just a non-living fossil

A mesmerising essence from bygone days 

Mentioned only once  in The Great Golden Books of The Byzantine 

I celebrate on Tuesdays and Sundays 

By going knee-deep into humanities new future

MK Ultraing new intellects forever

To live just to love me

As I program them
Like an expensive computer geek

I'm a mixture of all of life's sweet-tasting 
aromas and scarred sacred baggage's

Can you feel me yet

Am I just behind you

Watching and walking

As you stride out bravely in front

Or am I standing hiding 

Just beyond sight and keeping firmly closed

All the smokey doorways to all your dreams

Can you feel me like Old Nick

One of my dearest buddies whose everlasting

God that guy loves stalking you all like an ageless Marquis

Me

I'm just a once unvisited world of beguiling words

Just conceived into being by the 

Elemental unspoken old Gods from mystical Talen

Tasked to slowly just consume your earthly time 
of three scores and if you're lucky, ten

Can you feel my bony fingers stroking those secretive rooms 

The one's barely visited 
when you're awake and drunk 

In this worlds many addictive potions

But the ones you always use your golden keys to open and visit

When you dream 
and it's then and only then

That you'll see me

As I appear before you

Dressed in blue

To stimulate your mind to carefully unwind

All those old sometimes painful threads 

And through finding your own catharsis 

The freedom to write to be free

Copyright John Duffy

A Goddesses Power

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As entered my 
Secret White Room

Late last night

A place I constructed 

In the Great In-Between to relax

There
Low and behold 

On my black leather chair
Dressed all in white
Laid asleep

Was
A luscious
Shimmering form

As I approached 
Its glistening seductive shape
I saw it suddenly

Shake off its
Mesmerising alabaster cape

Before I could choose to quickly escape

It revealed
Its true inner self

She looked so luscious from head to toe
My heart whispered that now wasn't the time to go

Her raven coloured hair
And sleeping dark eyes
Whispered

Of deep and guilty
Pleasures and luscious wild places
I must be audacious
To visit

My inner thoughts sang
As my flesh adamantly cried out
And demanded that I must go on

As I approached
She stirred 
Moving in her disquieting sleep

I saw
A red sign covered in gold leaf butterflies imprinted on
The black studded chairs framework

It simply said

The Seductive One
Welcomes you

Trace your fingertips
Across her crimson
Red lips

If they taste sweet

Your soul 
She will eat

As I now gazed at
Her magnificent naked form

At a dark-haired beauty
Above all worldly
Norm

I felt adventurous
And boldly reached out

To slowly trace and follow
The contours of her
Luscious red lips

As I did so
Her mouth suddenly
Engulfed my finger 

knuckle-deep as she gyrated 
So sensuously in
Her deep sleep

Feeling braver 

I ran my other hand
Across her soft silky skin
And she responded by
Moaning

Like she demanded and needed a drop of immoral dark sin

By sucking harder and deeper
With her sharp teeth 

As they gripped my
fingertips hardening skin

Her form
 
Now moved
Undulating

Like a licentious belly-dancing
Queen

Made me wonder
What would happen now
In this 

My all-time favourite lucid deep dream

At that very moment
She suddenly rose

Her body emanated such sweet-smelling pheromones

I felt empowered to reach out and replace my finger with my hungry dark lips 

When I wrapped my
strong hands around
Her so so very soft hips

Strange music suddenly started
Playing as she whispered

Take me now over this black leather
Studded chair

A place where dark
Dreams can come true

Don't you recognise
Me yet

It's me 
Your only goddess

The one you always dream of

Sit me on that chair and kneel before me and eat all you need

Before I feed

And then only 
After that holy moment

Can we no longer
Pretend

For this 
Secret White Room
Is my lair

Just renounced to all others but you
And hidden in time

Where you can always return
And I can claim you
Again and again

As just mine

When she sat back in that 
Black leather chair

Before I took my place and kneeled

I can always remember
In that silent transmutation of sexual dark energy 

In that very moment

I knew then
What all starstruck lovers 

Regardless of gender

All silently know

Once your tongue is allowed entrance
Into loves delicious tasting fountain

Once you've had a 
Sweet luscious subtle taste

A drop of heavenly
Ambrosia

Your life with any other will just turn to dust and diminish 

Slowly blowing in the four winds and eventually going to waste

It's why I always return

After praying for sleep as the nighttime clocks 
Scattered all over the house, I keep

Approaches twelve

 
To once again see her standing naked

The Goddess I now worship 
With all that long
Crow black hair

Standing and just waiting
Before sitting back down into that black leather studded chair

And demanding
I have another taste
So she can feed

In these milliseconds as I pray for sleep

Before I begin to satisfy all her dark desires
And unspoken needs in that secret white room

I know deep down
What all her other slaves know and hidden keep

She now has total power

Power 

Total power over me

Copyright John Duffy

A dash of sensuous energy on a windy cold day in the UK. Salute.

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

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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