Automatic Writing

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(A lone voice whispers)

I've embraced all fragments of my old life now my once cherished journeys are over and done

I've lived like a co-regent

An empress or queen

Watched the early morning birds rise like faithful servants before the Nile

To always sing and plead to be seen

Worn golden wedding rings and diamond inlaid necklaces 

Found happiness and sadness in everything life constantly once chose to bring me

As I loved and looked into so many new faces

I now embrace all my life's old memories

Now all my glamorous journeys on land and overseas are done

When they fatally ended on the twelfth of August in 30 B.C

I now live in new lands

just hidden in the Great Beyond

Where my God is everywhere

Not just shrunk to fit leather-bound old written much treasured 

Ancient Egyptian historical biblical books

Where my Gods presence if one could see

Is in everything and constantly resonates 

everywhere you look

I'm just so glad to have had some time to be really understood

As I have watched my own life played out on

so many of heavens  big screens 

In the Field of Reeds

I've watched every single step I once took

Saw love and hate fight appearing on so many faces 

Gracing the young and old 

Some nameless and some unashamedly  still standing by my right 

Like they were hooked

Saw my heartbroken moments choosing life and death

Between family love Loyalty and Antony

All significant occasions that were once vulnerable and  filled with such painful tragedy 

You

Yes you

Embrace all your life before your journeys are too done

My only regret is that I fought too hard and maybe didn't love too much

And even now I still miss all those moments of irreplaceable fun 

I once touched

But I still embrace all my life now my journeys run

I now just sit by my new muse occasionally 

Now invisible sometimes visiting just whispering poetry

As his body sleeps but his mind waits for me

Standing at the portals gates before the rising of the early morning sun

I now live within and watch where his journeys carries him

as he slowly runs

Remember me as someone who used to try to be free

The ghost who watches from beyond time 

Reborn on the twelfth of August in 30 B.C

Copyright John Duffy

The Ballad of The Recalled. A passage from the hidden books of the Goddess Diana.

 (A lone voice whispers)

Within a silent dream-like whisper just after midnight

I once heard your faint calls

You whispered so softly preaching in the half-light

That silvery gulf of divinity between us 

With such quite majestic thunderous proclamations of sacred truths

Be a vivid illumination

You confessed

For the world is still so beautiful if you really look below the dark frontiers of bleeding despair

A divine kingdom awaits

Just hiding beneath the many disgraceful layers of political spin

Crushed dreams and depressing days where once rapturous hearts will unfortunately tear

But you are all still kin of a universe unseen

You all have a god-given right to still dare to cling onto dreams

So learn to nurture all your strength in cold days of misfortune and strengthen through faith and profound conviction

Your protective shield to always try to redeem

Dispell all those unspoken lies with a wide smile which may hang like a hangman's noose in friendless  jealous green eyes

For your merciful and miraculous heart has always been yours to willingly surrender

Its virtues of kindness and heroism's are your own mighty defenders

Just don't be deceived by the many false pretenders

In these long days of ever-growing darkness and fading bright lights 

In the middle of this

Your own version of one of the universes long nights

Don't mirror the tilt of low souls 

Into deep icy pools filled with many visitors to Dante's heartlands

But be a hypnotic beacon within what you choose to sing or write

Ignite like an exploding thunderous New Years Eve firework

All the visitor's inquisitive minds as they quietly venture and gather 

Sitting hidden or standing 

Unspoken into sight

Inspire hope and give them an unconscious smile 

For them to carry away freely into these dark morose nights

I can always remember listening to that soft voice patiently 

Just too subdued to fight

And now a thousand years later

I'm trapped and held like a Stockholm conditioned prisoner in your all-consuming singularity 

For I'll always be yours beyond society or notoriety

Passionate words and golden bells that now chime

From here into infinity 

Rule our twinned endorphin filled minds

For we now survive enshrined beyond judgemental scopes of any mortal kind

Eternally blowing in new winds which always provides 

Now we are young and free

You once said the universe was always ours to conquer

And within each silent whisper when I still feel and hear your nightly calls from your shrine 

Up high in Mother Moon

Once worshipped by so many pagan followers before the fall of man

Regardless of fears of ownership or irreducible complex complications

I'll always climb over these metaphorical grey undulating walls regardless of the fall

Just cursed to try to reply 

To you my predetermined soul-flame

Just hidden in the meandering shadows

Whispering through your channelled rhymes 

As I feel the exquisite familiar torment that signals and announces with a huge emotional and spiritual pull why my spirit was restored 

As my soul is dutifully reminded it's being subtlety recalled

Copyright John Duffy 

The Star-Crossed Lover

(A lone voice whispers)

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Will you defeat all I am with the divine soliloquies of your sweet tasting love magic

Shall I venture alone to my designated internal salvation 

To be simply reborn and stand all above

That which is borne or will I fall at the wayside and dwindle

In my faith as it capriciously falls

Have I met you already in person in a previous tragic lifetime 

As I wandered through it all 

Or have I simply passed you by before we spoke and is this 

The sweet-tasting nectar of not knowing

Already written upon the laws of synchronicity multicultural walls

We both never saw

Copyright John Duffy 

Summertime

Like midday magic

The ablaze golden flower

Hypnotized Gods slaves

Copyright John Duffy

Evey

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 My Evey

(A lone voice whispers)

Promise and say you'll not forget me after this great fall

Even though you might still think for a 130 years

I unjustly put you  

My beloved family through it all

What you didn't really know

I always prayed I wouldn't have to put you all into that new Eden

Of seemingly endless night falls but I had no choice

So just say you'll still love me and although I know

Way deep down inside

We'll never be the same as like before we first left the great garden

And went on a crazy ride

Just don’t forget how I cried when you called out

When we spoke on the last night in spirit before I died

My heart may still no longer beat your name and my soul may try to carry on

But maybe this time around

I can only hope memories of my old love

Will still carry me to you

To try to help you pull through

So take whatever you might need

To reach new places wherever you may have to go

For our old life might have suddenly come to an end but we still even now

Both need to grow

And all we can sometimes do

Is treasure those much-loved memories

We both in quiet moments

Still try to cling onto

Whenever they appear calling to us

Right of the blue

Just remember me your old lover and friend once known as Adam

Just reborn in here

The Great In-Between and now just known as Brother Bartholomew

Who once loved you when we first met under that big old apple tree

Before the circus of living began so many thousands of years ago

When we were both young and free

Filled with wild dreams of the future like anyone else

If they were born grown-up

Like from day one looking like they were both twenty-two

It's why I'm appearing here in this scrying mirror

Whispering this story to reach you

For it's been spoken before I ascend

This is my last chance to talk

To my true love who was my second and third committed friend

So wade in the greywater with my children

For I'll be waiting in here until rebirth at the very end

So wade in the greywater with my children

I know you are watching my Evey and reading

Just standing hidden in front of the many billions

By the right hand of the eternal pilgrim  

So wade into the water for I'll always be waiting 

Copyright John Duffy

Has Apollo claimed you yet?

If you're creative.....most probably.... Salute..

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Need some inspiration?

 (A lone voice whispers)

Have you ever really loved your life

Even after you called it a thousand names as you fought through all its pain

Have you relived wonderful and sad memories which always linger and still to this day

Remain

All of those gifts are yours for they all reside deep down inside

Just buried alive

For you are an incredible illumination

Just born to feel irrefutably everything around and within

Even when you're humbled and feeling defeated

You may sometimes in quiet moments 

Feel sacred for you bathe unknowingly in the perpetual purple glow

Of a glorious unseen sun

For no matter how far you wander and no matter how far you run

Your inner sun holds treasures for the soul

The more you give the more you feel whole

Although you may change physically every seven years or so 

You're indomitable

For you unconsciously study the splendours of life

You celebrate the joys and endure all the pain

For your own inner belief and uncompromising deep  faith is truly formidable

You may be tethered and stranded to swirling rhythms and outrageous patterns brought about by Chaos

But you'll always rise to materialize to create a new sanctuary

A new glorious cosmos

Embraced and blessed with a divine symmetry

And within this new cosmos between powers of inspiration and sensation

Those slow steps into a new wild life is simply your own occult seance

Some may desire the paths you've once walked

Some may behind your back talk

But may the many side-roads streets and byroads

Be filled with happiness and love

Newer experiences and faces and may they still thrill you

Offering compassion and benevolence whenever you need

Learn to control your weaknesses and vulnerabilities found in your own Achilles' heels

Within your many worlds

For its fears are irrelevant

Celebrate in the curative power of intense pleasure

Satisfy your thirst and hunger within its revered well

Initiate that free intense deep dive to impenetrable depths

To find your own blazing strengths

Guide yourself gently from your crux to create new worlds

As your guardian angels watch filled with happiness as you unfurl

Let love and laughter elevate you

For you hail from an endless paradise

To create your own secretive realms and sacred sanctuaries

Pay tribute to your own true spirit

For its inner beauty is beyond beauty or compare

Write books

Indulge recklessly under the umbrella of life's great oak tree

Create great musings through the gift of expression found in cathartic poetry

But above all

Keep singing and smiling

For you're an original

Simply surviving

It's why I'd  like you to read this for you're simply mesmerising 

Copyright John Duffy 

Nikola

(A lone voice whispers)

Will you all still survive flocked together like starlings as one 

Before Tuesday 

5th of November 

With such interconnected surreal deep thoughts

Many in here ask 

In this great silence and whisper into its endless abyss 

Does will it last

Peace

This magical thing between so many others but only us when you read this

Echo in vivid colourful dreams while we stand still impatiently waiting

For that drunken call to summon us on the stroke of midnight on 5th of November 

While you all gather together in strange-looking masks 

To sing drunken pagan songs full of strong oaths or immoral convictions 

To try to still cling onto all those things you were brought up to respect and believe 

As you attempt to push back that congregation of darkness which will appear

With wide dilated eyes

Will you pray upon your now nearly bare altars of hope

 With just about anything used as a means to cope

As some of you kneel to pray to try to continually believe 

In political hope

Will the watchful eyes of our friend and one of life's many unspoken saviours

The Winters Sun 

Turn into sleet and rain

As it remembers the millions of lost souls who died in agonising pain

We in here can only pray she will still shine ever brighter

 To seed new faith as she still mourns and grieves

No one knows all the answers, my child 

Everlasting hope and some form of peace could arrive 

So you could maybe conquer this crazy new normal we all see

Or it could all go wild

And turn into a new savage garden which resets a dying society 

Where dreams and people are greedily consumed and repeatedly defiled 

By those in charge obsessed with creating constant streams of self absolved notoriety 

While the masses queue up alone standing two feet apart 

Defeated to believe it's conceivably the only way to survive 

Venturing around like tattooed indentured new AI-controlled slaves 

Or hiding lost in alleys 

Back rooms or doorways like unvaccinated exiles

All living blindly under the auspicious black red and white umbrella of a new world order

Called a Fool's Paradise

Will things change in 2024

Well, we'll wait and try to guide humanity 

For it still has a fighting chance for it's never too late

Copyright John Duffy

Amy

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(A lone voice whispers)

Remember me

For I've been trapped in a dark place

Beyond painful thoughts and loves many war crimes

But still, I’ll rise and begin to climb

I’ll climb higher to a new place through this burning fire and melting ice

 

Past my old pain whatever comes

Whatever happens 

 

Right past all the friendly liars

Whatever transpires

 

I'll say my faithful goodbyes to all my worldly deniers 

For I've heard so many sad things and sung drunk and danced alone to some famous love songs

Filled with my heart with sorrow and gin until it nearly broke and relived so many wrongs 

Which echo and sing deep inside as I wander and think throughout this grey swirling smoke

My old friend

Mother Depression shows me those painful signs still lingering within my mind all the time

Signs of my once lived life's true reflections

But I’ll survive and I’ll rise even though I may feel down

For I've acted out my life on so many big stages

Throughout its crazy life-changing ages

But I’ll grow back to how I used to be

To be brave enough to face the new world and whoever I’ll see

I might still feel trapped in that dark place

Beyond anyone's thoughts and crimes

But still, I’ll rise and begin to climb

For when this grey mist finally lifts

I know I'll still be remembered as one of life’s twenty-seven priceless gifts

Just this time around I'll be climbing higher

 

Climbing higher to reach new places hidden in time

Where I can unashamedly stand proud and recall a previous lifetime that was once all mine

Before I go on to an original place where I’ll be free

Wherever I look as far as the eye can see

Just remember me for I’ll soon be better

No longer hiding but just singing a new melody

This is my hearts love song and glory

As I'm now free to tell one of my life's many stories

One where I'll sing endlessly when I enter that new day spent no longer crying

You wait it's my life's only decree

For I'm now rising higher

I might have been once trapped in crazy drug-fueled places

But still, I’ll rise above all crimes

Just you wait and see

For there's a new life’s that’s waiting just for me

In here 

Now I've accepted I'm just another soul 

Living in the hidden realms and grey swirling smoke of The Great In-Between

Copyright John Duffy

The Beguiled

 

(A lone voice whispers at 3 am)

There was always something so controversial and medieval about exploring semi-clothed in the dark shadows

All the deeply hidden essences of you

But I guess it's just one of the many unspoken reasons why I stepped into your view

Just unconsciously attracted when you appeared right out of the blue

Copyright John Duffy