The Prophets Journey

 (A lone voice whispers)

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And so it rained inside

For what seemed like forty days and forty nights 

As I wandered in the desert alone

When the hard times and the whispering low voices came

Mild and wild feelings 

Peaked to unknown or unexplored heights of anxiety

 

To merge together and to then twirl their silver big batons high

As they danced in absolute unrestricted ecstasy as they unfurled

All the hidden memories and opaque trophies of troubles and strife of so many nameless returned

Twisted and contorting my opened mind like I was been stabbed with the Devils sharp knife

But as I prayed and weighed up the pro's and cons about the living 

And the happiness still to be found within all seemingly sorrowful lives

A vision of a white cross appeared and soft eloquently spoken words echoed throughout my ears

"Do not be scared of life and all its fears

Do not be scared to shed some sad tears

The smiling days are soon to come

Keep your faith in the one true One as in this life you still are allowed to run

After your time is called 

So many will be saved and rescued from the mighty fall to Abaddon

The Dark Lands of the Fallen Ones"

And so I walked on smiling

My death in Golgotha would be my gift to the world

Who am I to be late when the world I see before me 

From Bethlehem to all the other city gates are filled and overflowing with such jealously and hate

Let me help to reintroduce kindness compassion empathy and love into this sad world

It's why I was sent by the Most High from above

Copyright John Duffy 

The Red Goddess

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Like a carnivorous supernatural dark omnipotent creature

Emotion looked upon her endless armies of lustful recruits

Sending so many fluctuating frequencies spanning the lit up Earth and smiled so warmly

Oh, how love plays its part so eloquently

She thought as her other hungry soldiers lined up so hungrily behind it in twos

Jealously
Anger
Betrayal
Rage
Adultery
Control
Liar
Cheater

To name some of her favourite few

Who she lived to love to watch

As they capriciously embraced the newly heartbroken recruits forlornly

Copyright John Duffy

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The Letter channelled just for you if you're grieving

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As I slept late one dark night

These words seem to be whispered in a deep dream

The letter left to be sent to someone.

Maybe just you

A painful day will come soon

My beloved when I'm no longer around

To share my love and sweet smiles 

But you will find happiness

When this once penned love letter channelled by your friend John 

Is eventually opened when found

Yes you

You will cry like the Holy River is running down your soft cheeks

Just wondering why I disappeared

A while ago when I died

Those precious tears which may seem to fall endlessly 

When you look for me up in dark storm-filled emotional skies

But my dearest 

Don't search for me aimlessly throughout all the busy villages or big cities streets

For I am still 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 illustrious shine

Or just through time

Slowly fade

Just pick up one of my 

divine memories sticks

One of my old well-loved 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 

Living here on the other side

If you can remember us in the good times

The happiness and joyous occasions when we were all once together

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 as I continue to make an impression 

So I can be reborn to always see 

All you can see

My greatest of all friends

My beloved one and only

Please remember though

I'll always try to visit and watch over you

But just promise that whatever happens

Getting depressed is never the solution or key

And just smile knowing I'll never forget you if you'll never forget me

Copyright John Duffy

The Shadow Queen

 

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(A lone voice sings so low)

Tis but a dream to dream the dream

Tis but a dream to see the Shadow Queen

Tis but a dream to hold her hand

Tis but a dream to dance entwined

On black and white dance floors

With the marching
New Orleans bands

Tis but a dream
I deep dream at midnight

When I pray when there is no light

And she comes knocking on my Astral Doors

At the edges of where my mind sleeps

And whispers in the Encroaching shadows
As she says

Let me in
It's me

The bringer of so many luscious sins and dazzling enchanting silver-coloured dreams

Let me in from the cold of The Great In-Between

So all our unexplored fun
Can begin

As you worship me
The Shadow Queen

Copyright John Duffy

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If grief could speak

 

(A lone voice whispers)

As the silvery midnight sun slowly rose

I drank my smooth twenty-five years old malt whiskey

Tasting exquisitely my Monday blues

I looked up to the faraway twinkling stars

Wondering where do
those lost really go

After this mortal show

Is it to alabaster endless halls filled with young or old familiar family or friends

Warm conversations and continuous soft music and priceless red wine

Or somewhere else

Cocooned between this world and the deep divine

Just relentlessly exchanging stories and memories

For there is no longer time

Will they still remember us and send us a sign

A soft kiss on the cheek

A red robin or maybe even a random white feather to always remind us

They still wait for love drunk

Longing for a much sought after embrace

Like a drop of spiritual moonshine

Will we ever see them again
Or are they simply lost forever

No matter how hard we pray and mutter
Amen

Copyright John Duffy

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If Angel Gabriel Could Speak in 2021. The Year of Covid.

(A lone voice whispers)

I have lived and walked for more than a thousand years

Amongst you

The ever-growing and changing masses

I have heard and answered so many heartfelt prayers

Spoken in the long shadows and convinced so many to stay the course

Whenever they felt doubtful as things seem to fall apart at the seams

Or just got increasingly worse or perverse

To always remember

No matter how magnetic the seductive pull of temptation

To appreciate how green their own grass is

I've held soft and hard hands

Consoled the young and old and tried to comfort

So many crying silently in the painful mazes of their own darkness

Its unspoken number is truly unfathomable

I have been a whispering Mage appearing in diverse forms before so many others

Sent by the Almighty on High to try to nurture and encourage

Endowing them with a higher power to always find the strength and courage

In rekindling their inner flame once lit so long ago by a glorious sacred candle

To stand strong and be willing and able

For I'm indomitable

An angel sent to bring hope to even you and all the others who may feel inconsolable

For I'm just a bringer of inner peace

For God is my strength and my ministry

One that speaks of everlasting mercy and promise

No matter how dark your worlds many changing political landscapes or forests

My favourite name of all is Archangel Gabriel

And if you find one of my billions of white feathers that I sometimes leave

Especially for those beautiful heartbroken souls

Whatever their pain and tragically emotional reasons in 2021

The mournful year of Covid 19 to grieve

To help find hope or whatever they need

To once again be encouraged to believe

As you live through your limited mortal life

Just pick one up and keep it real close in your coat or trouser pocket as a good luck locket

For it will help bring you peace and tranquillity

Throughout all those morose long cold winter or hot summer nights

When you need to rekindle
your old belief in a religious phenomenon

Whilst seeking to conquer or accept

Your physical or mental vulnerabilities

To help you carry on

No matter what seemingly hard endless times

You may appear to have fallen on

Copyright John Duffy

If Love could speak

 

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(A lone voice whispers)

Yes I, from whence all gloriously emotionally notorious pain

And sexual heartbreaking anxiety but soul-rousing feelings stems

Like the precious aroma of an exquisite expensive perfume

Invading like an insidious thief

Any particular room

I'll invite you  

If you dare welcome me in

To see the world through new crystalline lens

As your soul finally matures

As it's put through my exceptionally complicated

But sophisticated extraordinary fires

To be eventually willingly or unwillingly cleansed

Copyright John Duffy

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The Jilted Grooms Monologue

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Is there nothing more wicked that you could do to me in front of everyone to see

As I sit here alone in this beautiful vicar's annexe room

But all said done
I'm still crying out for you and for some much-needed hope and sympathy

All I ever wanted was your blessings

Love and understanding so I could change

And find peace for all those sad times I went missing after work

I know you heard me crying

When you saw me in church last week before the wedding

Praying and kneeling

Trying to burn away all those old feelings and temptations which are still terrifying

I just wish you'd forgive me

For deep inside
All this old pain is constantly swirling and rising

And it's why I'm no longer smiling

For life without you as my fabulous wife feels like I'm slowly dying and being cut open by emotions sharp knife

Raw sensations which just keep twisting

Growing and shouting to be heard in this eerie silence

I know there can be no more hiding

No refuge from the irrefutable truth why you left

No more buying expensive sparkling diamond rings to turn off your warning bells and sirens

No more red wine and opening shining elegant gifts

No matter how perfect the timing

So I'll just keep trying to cope

Hoping in time I'll grow strong enough to keep fighting

Strong enough to find out who's waiting on the other side

Strong enough to stop drowning in tears

Strong enough to find hope and try to restart celebrating

And in time
God willing

Find me that piece of treasure that will instantly light up my sad life like you once did

Like a bolt of bright lightning

But until then
If you ever see me crying

Just know it's my price for trying to come into Gods house to exchange vows

Whilst carrying an invisible suitcase filled with stories of cheating and lying

Copyright John Duffy

 

Did you know reincarnation exists?

(A lone voice whispers)

Did you know

You're part of a carefully designed operation of such epic proportions

Its depth is unimaginable

A subtle design filled and masquerading

Embedded within deep spiritual emotions

A mythical vacuum

In the shape of sometimes
inconceivable silver keys home

A real reason to beseech kindness and love to atone

Whatever the seasons

We are all sinners at some level

All said and done

But it's an eternal battle

For we are limitless and constantly reborn

So it's one that still can be won

You don't have to be devout saints

You don't have to mimic faithful religious figures or their only son

You don't have to live life in dim shadows
as non-engaging devout monks

Or grace the worlds many black and white dance floors

Like quiet powerless black-robed nuns

You just have to embrace all things

People or situations
that wilfully comes

Filled with magnanimity and a sense of gratitude sympathy and empathy

Beyond ambitious devious trinity's

For it's how you'll live forever

In realms of self-imposed liberties

Rising like Mother Sun
in the perpetual East

Blowing like the early morning breeze

Filled within an everlasting ease

Engaging and delectable like a limitless
conversational piece

You can all sometimes forget this life is but one of many versions

On a short term lease

You may get caught up in the moment

Forget to look around and reflect

But always remember

The Tall Man will eventually arrive in his long black mac

To collect

It's better to do your best than to live forever in eternity

Swirling and swimming in silvery pools

Filled and undulating in waves of regrets

So rise in the morning with good thoughts within your heart

It's how you'll escape the pain in tomorrows unknown futures

Of your soul falling apart

As you awaken behind a newborn's bright blue eyes

Powered by a strange beating new heart

Copyright John Duffy

The Broken Man's Monologue

(A lone voice whispers)

I once dreamed I gave you a ray of soul-soothing sunshine

To help burn away all those tendrils of darkness and bitter shadows

Which haunted and followed your beautiful soul around

I once dreamed of walking on the soft yellow beaches

Barefoot under the blazing sun

Hand in hand as the blue carpet of the Pacific before us

Rolled and undulated in adulation as we looked on speechless

I once dreamed of consecrating this risk

My final chance at channelling happiness but now I'm sat alone

Doomed to just channelling sadness like Sylvia Plath

Tasked to thinking

“Is there no way out of the mind?”

Do all these tragic gifts come to all in time

Those sad souls like me who watch the rainfall with no one to run through it

Those who have the roaring log fire but no one to share it

Can the loneliest seconds in anyone's mortal existence

Be when they are staring at their whole world falling into tiny silver pieces with no resistance

And all they can do is gaze in unwanted acceptance

When they realize this is the new normal

A life replenished with no blessings but instead chasing a Bluebird called Repentance

Stuck in a bell jar of madness

Gripped by strands of insanity  

  

Trapped inside an airless urn that distorts one's perspective on the world

And prevents a connection with real people that could help

Comme moi, une des masses silencieuses.

Qui se cache volontairement dans les longues ombres envahissantes.

Qui une fois brûlé par aime la flamme violette, choisit maintenant de rester déconnecté

(Like me, one the silent masses.

That wilfully hide in the encroaching long shadows.

Who once burnt by loves purple flame, now choose to stay disconnected)

Copyright John Duffy