Cancer. The collector of so many beautiful souls.

 

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(A lone voice whispers)

Although you left me
One tragic night

Forever my beloved mother

Leaving me heartbroken with a deep pain from which I hope time doesn't heal and I never recover

I'll always look to the stars

Looking for a sign

A shooting star to bring hope to me and the many others

Who in silence may still suffer

For losing a mother is like looking at life without the colour

Especially in summer

My memories of you will always come before all others

For you were with me in the very beginning and I was with you at the very end

And as I held your soft lukewarm hand and watched as you gave out your last breath as you stared into my sad red eyes

When you gave my hand a final squeeze

In that single moment

I knew you had been reincarnated

When that beautiful blue and yellow butterfly landed on our clasped hands

And its wings gently fluttered

My message to you
Dearest reader

Treasure your mother if she's a good soul

For the impact of losing her will last forever

When the Tall Cancer Man decides it's time to call and collect her

Copyright John Duffy

The Voice in the White Noise

 

(A lone voice whispers)

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Did you know there is a hidden secret submerged deep inside you all

I see it from in here
Glowing

On the Other Side as I watch
Waiting for you to also fall

A bright light of such awe-inspiring magnificence

A divine monument

A mysterious opulence that can emanate such serenity

If the seeker of it is open to sharing it

A subtle reminder that souls do live on for all eternity

An incredible light that when embraced and shared

Can be said to be truly priceless

Don't you remember the Holy One who was once into carpentry

A glorious lamp that can shine with such a spectacular loving brightness

My message from in here by the Moving Rocks

Don't ruin your life without a chance of parole

By not sharing it and having to deal with the detritus

This light doesn't just belong to the rich

It blooms in all

Regardless of riches or niches

Are you willing to cross all bridges to share it before your life also finishes

Or are you just blind to compassion and empathy and only interested in what Sin is

Copyright John Duffy

Do you remember old relationships?

 

Old Relationships

Like two priceless ships passing in humanities deep green seas

Did you see from your captain's deck

Someone special sailing nearby

Whilst guiding your old wreck

Did your bows touched briefly and intimately

Before in a blaze of harsh words 

Into the misty green jealous seas, you both swept 

 

Does your now jaded heart as you pause in moments of solitude and remember them

Sometimes miss a beat 

Or has it deemed their name unworthy and marked it as one to forget 

For their love for you wasn't strong enough but weak

Copyright John Duffy

Old relationships, do they leave an impression? 

Do you sometimes think of that particular person? 

The Monologue of Saul

(A lone voice whispers)

I'm but a living breathing ghost of my unwanted past

The torturous vicious upbringing I endured will now always last

But once so long ago in one brave moment

When I found the inner strength

To stand strong and relive my historical moments with the so familiar cast

Those angry blue eyes
The harsh vindictive words and the endless beatings

All things which still stain me and will always remain

I once met a beautiful queen from good old Tennessee

Whilst drifting in the red seas in the great in-between

We lived embroiled in such deep love like Romeo and Juliet

Shared succulent poetic stories and open exchanges but my tragic past which haunted me and seems to always last

Caught her dice as they were willingly cast

And now I just live in treasured memories of our beloved past

Before my ghosts with familiar faces from a tragic cast

Destroyed our love and smashed our dreams

As they marked our cards to live as two lonely outcasts

Copyright John Duffy

A rather sad film, I recently watched inspired this. 

Deep depression from childhood traumatic events can be blamed for so many lives going to waste. Salute.

 

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

Just thinking about my beloved sister and the endless numbers, who take their last breath every day. Salute.

 

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