Spellbound

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(A lone voice whispers)

You stand out in any given room

You suddenly choose to appear in

Unbounded and unapologetic 

Always wearing stunning yellow

As your dark eyes whisper of something so erotically tangible and electric

Yet deceptively mischievous but always so dammed deliciously salacious

A soul I could only dream to swallow

Your luscious eyes glisten with a wild shimmer of Dante's nine spheres of Heaven

In a mesmerising all-consuming reflection of Paradiso

An explicit tapestry of love that moves the sun and all the stars

Tempting me to always say Yes and send to the slaughterhouse

Her twin brother called No

It's such a hypnotic spell filled with dark strands of hypersexual temptations

I cannot deny

A trip to a layer cake of such rich exquisite opulent exotic tastes

This audit of plaudits is for you

Goddess of the Dark Skies whose powers to lay waste

Beckon forth strangers to alluring welcoming gates

Heralding unknown conquests entwined around a thirst

They can then never ever sate

A place where lost souls wallow and whisper calling for soulmates

As they journey blindly but knowingly to die

A seasoning of Aphrodite's glory they all implore

As they line up adoringly with the meek

Seeking a seat at her so engaging table

A place they'd all run to if summoned

Willingly and able

Just to feel her touch and suffer her reach if only for a day

From this matrix's dichotomy of ever-spinning broken dreams

They pray daily to breach

So they too like me, can begin

Newly baptised by augmented emotions to preach

Copyright John Duffy

  #lust #seduction  #passion #emotions    

If Literature was a person

If Literature was a person 

 I had a rather intriguing conversation today.

A fascinating conversation about the power of pure seduction through the deep love of reading, and engaging words.

Based on these lines below. 

It's a tad risque.

"Seduce my mind and you can have my body.

Find my soul and I’m yours forever."

I created this piece as a beguiling monologue as I mused.

Have a wonderful week all.

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If Literature was a person 

(A lone seductive voice whispers)

Let me bind you to me forever

With lascivious dark words

As your soul salivates and in submissive anticipation

Kneels at one of my many leatherbound altarpieces and weeps for a glorious release

Let me devour your eager eyes with wild unconditional excitement

As your higher-self 

Suddenly wakes from its mundane repetitive  sleep

Let me take you so damn deep

To visit new apocalyptic wet shores as you sit by your minds window seat

To admire my feats of unexplored crimson heat

And let my hidden fingers 

Trace desirable pagan pictures of intimate unions

Across your succulent exposed limbic system

Before I bend down to eat

Let me regale you with all those deep mystifying soul-defining thoughts

You know the ones I mean 

Those secret ones your heart whispers to keep locked up

Under strict lock and key

High up in your minds watchtower

Forever confined 

For my written or spoken words bring such mesmerising power

Just awaiting a liberated mind like yours

A mind willingly to sacrifice everything they once knew

Even their precious worldview 

To then be gently or vigorously

deflowered

In silence 

As they use their profound imagination

To explore some of my newer or older verbs

With me standing in the grey shadows

Praying they'll be embraced as they are duly worshipped

Whenever they are encountered and found

Helping you and so many others 

To perhaps blowdown that tragic house of cards

Built over the many passing years now holding in tightly

All your most profound sorrowful experiences and fears

So yes 

So here's the question of all questions 

It's that magical line I just love to say to all those 

Who have gotten this far because they need this to know

Will you let me run my evocative and visceral fingertips

Slowly and tentatively across your minds sweet silky curves

As they are slowly dominated

Leading to newer  experiences as they  mounted

Have you got the courage and nerve

My newest friend 

Who I hope and pray will cherish my worlds of beguiling words

Until the very end

Copyright John Duffy 

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Are you being influenced?

 A lone voice whispers

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As I dreamed and entered the lower levels of the Astral Realms

I passed enormous cobweb halls filled with huge silver scrying mirrors

All placed in front of old ancient soothsayer's 

Strange mystics watching the world turn and trying to influence those in control

To make it burn

The shadows in this dark cave had bright headlights everywhere I looked

Red eyes that illuminated that depressing room as it gently hummed and shooked

Red lights from countless unknown things that guarded the once human soothsayer's 

Now chained to those black chairs to try to influence the world

As they whispered low-frequency bleak thoughts back

Through their own silver semi-conscious scrying mirrors

Suddenly as all the gnarly soothsayer's looked up with huge black orbs where their eyes used to be

A light voice whispered it was time to leave

To go back to the land of the living and to write what you've seen

So others might know that those angry voices or dark hypnotic thoughts

They think are all their own

Voices that plague the many suffering mental trauma

Are just the old soothsayer's from the Great In-Between

Weaving and whispering dark spells from unseen Grimoires 

Humanity could never conceive

From New Year's Eve to Christmas Eve 

Until a targeted living individual punches their ticket to leave

Only to arrive in this heavily guarded cave

To then take a seat beside another soothsayer and start whispering somniferous messages 

To make a soul greave

Tell them to pray whatever their faith

For to believe in just something good will help to deflect the dark thoughts 

Sent insidiously from the Other Side

Whose only intentions are to cause pain and endless suffering as they start to unravel and magically start to deceive 

Copyright John Duffy

If Lust could speak

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Yes I'm that beloved eternal being from whence all gloriously emotionally notorious pain 

And sexual heartbreaking anxiety but also soul rousing feelings stems

Like the precious aroma of an exquisite expensive perfume

I can invade like an insidious thief

Any particular room

From throne rooms to the janitor's room to tempt you to sin

I'll invite you
If you dare welcome me in

To see the world through my new crystalline lens

As your soul is finally allowed to mature 

As it's put through all my exceptionally complicated 

But sophisticated extraordinary fires

To be eventually willingly or unwilling cleansed

In new lands

Where you'll either live in love or all alone like one of the many 

Wandering lost and feeling cursed and condemned 

Filled with endless bitterness until the very end

Copyright John Duffy

Has The Cold Collector of Broken Hearts, visited you too?

Has The Cold Collector of Broken Hearts, visited you too?

(A lone voice whispers)

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I can still remember it so damn well

If this is my only chance left to confess 

It was on the fifteenth of June 

In 1998

When he came casually calling and shattered our incredibly conjured tender love spell

On the stroke of midnight 

Can you believe it 

No less 

A heart-wrenching moment our love died

Convulsing and shrieking on the grey altars of broken despair 

A beloved liaison I thought would last for all eternity 

But sometimes life itself

Even in all its endeavours of pure magnanimity 

Just doesn't play fair

And no matter how much I sadly cried all alone

Or stared filled with endless remorse and painful guilt 

On that fateful fifteenth of June 

In 1998

Whilst standing still looking up at that smiling white mischievous Wolf Moon

I just knew The Cold Collector of Broken Hearts would soon 

Be calling by later

For I'm sure when me and who I thought was my true love

Were arguing like crazy about the invisible supernatural forces 

That swirl all around us

Linked to fate and destiny 

And their profound impact on everyday realities

Shaping and creating all those tiny and major intricacies 

Unspoken of responsibilities linked to sacred vows 

Once exchanged in the low hours  

Anointing that wonderful thing I hoped she too cherished 

Called fidelity

I'm sure I heard a faint creepy voice 

Whisper amid that deep angry conversation in my left ear

A bizarre voice that sounded so guttural and soul-destroying as it uttered those words

It left me shaking and covered in goose pimples with fear

So pleased to finally meet you

I'm The Cold Collector of Broken Hearts

It looks and feels like I'll be seeing you sooner rather than later

Alligator

For all your hopes and deep dreams for the future

Looks and feels like they're falling apart

With this argument which I just love because it's so delightfully vicious

And that my friend is why I'm calling 

For its pulsating frequencies tastes so much like the rarest of all known looshe

And that my new disciple is why I'm here

For it's so damn addictive and just so breathtakingly delicious 

Copyright John Duffy 

Lady of the Dawn speaks

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Are fragments of your souls just components of your own unconscious ideas linked to many layers of heaven and hell

Are you too metaphorical to ever really understand

But still just another human living within and under its dark magical spell

Slowly waiting for the spiritual understanding as it returns to just you

To really see whatever you'll see in the afterlife 

When you watch your life back on that big silver TV

As you pray to our Lord 

The Great Almighty hoping he'll set you free

Is this place where you now visit and read from

But a brief refuge carefully hidden in the slow-moving storms of time

A respite in the face what you know needs to be done

A secret well-beaten shack 

Carefully concealed along the dark highways of deep spiritual fraternities

As we now together  connect mentally 

And merge slowly into a swirling eternity

From twisted emotional journeys unknown

To now friends and no longer strangers 

But just beloved people in distant foreign time zones

From deep lessons to be learned

To dark bridges which must be crossed and burnt

Are our eventual destinations and prophesied tasks greater than we can ever possibly know

To others, life is but a flicker and seems so easy

By to those blessed like us

Me and you

Is it but a strange dichotomy between peace and sorrow

Sometimes filled with anger and pain

Regardless of where we go tomorrow 

But no matter

For in the end

If we are lucky and truly blessed

We are all wrapped in white shawls of grace and deep spiritual peace

For if all our misdemeanours we eventually fully confess

We might hear the Almighty's beautiful voice speak these words personally again

It's an old song that some may forget

But I have the lyrics if you want to read on

Read on for they are free and you don't owe me anything 

Such as royalty fees or any other debts

Take me as a symbol of your need for release

Replace your hatred instead with love

Where there is an injury

Look above

Where there is doubt

Have faith and don't give up

If despair appears

Remember hope

When darkness glides in

Let light absolve its sin

Where life becomes unhappy

Smile and always try to remember these words

To sing

We are all tributaries leading back to the Holy River

Deep channels of our own divine peace

Remember to help pardon your own soul

Before you enter its beautiful gardens

For with inner forgiveness

We are reborn to eternal life

Free from all the burdens of our earthly emotional sharp knife

For I am beyond

What your occupation entails

I just want to trace what your heartbeats regale

Your age is a pale horse

I never what to see

I just want to hear of your hopes and dreams

Will you risk all for love and spiritual glory

To live an extraordinary life

Will you sit with me

In the sunlight's shadows

And reflect on life and try to smile again

Past all the doubts

And disturbing grey rain

Do you still seek to sip a drop of Loves glorious champagne

Will you dance with me in feverish ecstasy as happiness revisits your inner domains

Will you be a smiling passenger on one of my fast-moving trains

Free and with no limitations

Ready for pleasure and redemption beyond refrain

Will you soar with me

like two golden eagles

Above fast gossips

Whispering campaigns

What you answer

Doesn't matter to me

All your answers are simply for you

Can you say no to another to be true to your soul

Can you rise above false accusations

And still, keep your control

Can you cherish your own inner beauty

Beyond prying unfriendly eyes

And rise internally like an angel when hope seems to die

Can you parade with failure like long lost lovers

And salute the scarred silvery moon

As its bands play a dark ominous bleak tune

Your social status

I care of not

Only can you still rise

And embrace your lot

After the long nights of despair and pain

Will you rise to challenge this life again

Will you stand like a sentry lost in despairs inferno flames

Or will you ask me to help extinguish its name

I don't care for all your academic labels

I just wanted to know if you're willing and able

Or if you just needed another seat at your table

The company you keep in those dark days of empty lonely moments

Are like great friends who speak like trendy holy old poets

Are we today 

Simply an extension of that which resides within?

A projection from the source.

Will our soul eventually forget us

This vessel it now currently lives within, say in a thousand years

Or will it still remember this version of us 

Before we return to heaven after the last time we turn to dust?

 A rather deep thought.

Good night!

Copyright John Duffy

The Ministry of the Guardian Angel.

 

 (A lone voice whispers)

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It may be a memory of

Christmas's past

Of wonderful times that will always linger and still last 

I may be a beautiful lost sonnet echoing in the distance 

Making a quiet noise in fields of forgotten golden dreams

An extraordinary love song you may still hear above nightly screams

I may be a low whisper speaking such comforting illuminating truths within your beloved mind

A treasured memory you still revisit maybe all the time

I may be all these things and so many, many more

But even though I'm not standing beside you anymore

Just remember

It's just you I'll always adore

All my treasured memories may be painful as they too come rushing through familiar doors

But always remember

I'm now your heavenly

blessed protector and beloved guardian angel

Who's been appointed and duly summoned to help you to iron out

All those old emotions that still linger and last which you still feel are too painful to explore

Copyright John Duffy

A conjured piece from a low whisper.

Do you too believe in Guardian Angels?

I hope so.

The Voice of Pieta

The conversation between Giuseppe and his beloved Pieta.

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What becomes of the brokenhearted before we all get summoned home

By the Great Golden Horn 

Some out there 

I still hear ask 

On this final odyssey after you're born

As you and me and the rest of the gathering masses slavishly roam

Will we feel the hot magical touch of the mythical Babylonian fire 

When we eventually retire

And collapse exhausted amongst the other lost fallen children

Before the White Temples of our beloved Goddess Aphrodite

On a sad Good Friday

Some in here whisper and say to me in the dancing darkness

As we drink golden liquor and talk about life and all its never-ending scandals

Over the flickering light of a single lit red burning candle 

And as the encroaching shadows silently dance a pagan jamboree

She

My beautiful Pieta always says when she's lucid and licked up

Every time we talk

Sometimes to lose love and all thoughts of hope of happiness

To then feel crucified and heartbroken 

And all alone 

Praying for a form of salvation in those quiet moments 

To be purged of its invisible mark

Wishing that relationship had never started 

And as you try to cut through all the red tape and spiritual empires of fake illusions

That you still sometimes foolishly cling on to and try to blindly believe 

The whole process can help to make you stronger and more resilient 

As you then look for that one soul mate 

Just lost amongst the many billions

And as those sad tears seem to fall so slowly and Father Time starts passing so quickly 

When they both

suddenly merge

It may feel deep down inside like it's your own biblical End of Days

Your lonely sequestered route to an emotional Armageddon

But if you have hope that your own Guardian Angels know where you're heading

As they are quietly guiding and leading you to that sacred place where you've always dreamed of

Away from all the hungry Eyes of Mother and Father Heartless 

To eventually find and have your own metaphorical white wedding 

Your own incredible special day 

Baptised and blessed with finding someone new and so special or simply enjoying your newfound happiness 

As you step back into the light out of the darkness 

It's only then that the clutches of

Heartbreak be discarded

As you just recognised it for what it really is

Simply one of lifes most powerful weapons

But I guess you already know that if you've walked the path of the Heartbroken

Giuseppe

And spent so many of its shiny red tokens 

Sometimes crying long into the grey pools of stillness in deep silence 

Feeling like you're drowning at sea

Filled with so many swirling butterflies and nearly overcome with anxious feelings

Linked to emotional violence 

But then hopefully found someone or something new

To help you get through 

As Mother Love will always find a way

You know

For it has been said by countless saints and mystics for centuries 

She simply lives to help guide us away from a life of broken dreams

Wherever we go

For true spiritual liberation is sometimes impossible 

Without first feeling the sharp whip of hard separation 

Through a life-changing test of complete dissolution

Aren't you glad you found me, Giuseppe

And I always 

Always answer yes 

For my deep love for my Pieta 

Has helped purge me of my previous lifes sadness and regrets

Copyright John Duffy 

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Has the Voice of Courage spoken to you yet?

  

Have you the world shakers

Music makers

Poets 

Writers and entrepreneurs

Heard my softest of whispers that serenade you all from elsewhere?

Insidious does it seem to call

Inner murmurs that will not give you simple surrender or restful sleep

But a curious voice instead

Slowly vibrating throughout all your inner mental walls 

 

If you're blessed

A sweet voice that constantly whispers

To hold fast to your dreams

A voice that inspires your sometimes tired eyes to gleam

Some may smile and try to diminish

What flows throughout your fast-flowing bloodstreams

Some may laugh

For they haven't the strength self-belief or real courage

To try to adapt

To swim upstream

But to you

Yes you

Who aspire

Beyond momentary thoughts and daily daydreams

Those who embrace its soft whispering kiss

All your hopes and dreams will one day soon

Reign supreme 

For you are your own greatest dream redeemer 

And not just one of the billions 

Who aren't blessed to be one of lifes true believers

So be it

Copyright John Duffy

Reflections of the old Coal Miner.

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(A lone voice whispers)

I leave this

My beloved painting by my old shaking hand

Now I'm ninety-three

For my children and grandchildren to see

For soon  

I'll be with my wife and their beloved mother

My precious Annabel Lee

My painting so they can always remember

That I've climbed into all sorts of dirty pits

Starting many years ago

When Ma gave me my first snap box and sent me to work in late December

When at fourteen  

I got one of my many work permits

And since that first day, I've scrubbed for hours

To clean my decent hard-working soul

To be healthy for my family before I went home

After spending all day and night

Just digging deep for black coal

I was born just before gas was crowned as king and all generations went into the pit

Like all baptised to do so before us  

If we were forced to admit it

Men and boys who we soon knew would forever be our kin

Going into the light or darkness to earn a few bob

Following all our own fathers and grandfathers

When our time too came  

  

When they asked casually over breakfast

Are you, ready son

And we all replied over hot coffee with a silent nod

Remember me

My name was Samus O'Mally

From Gods Country  

In County Donegal

Where we chased the mad black stuff like it was our lives bounty

Those courageous strong Irish men

Who like me when we heard the call

Willingly sacrificed our brief lives

Chasing fools black gold

So all our families could eat and be insulated from all weathers 

But particularly the cold

Until it, 

Black Coals ghost

Finally stalked us down wherever we lived and hid like a wild hyena

Rewarding us with a fatal kiss for year's of servitude and service

With a black medal in the lung called after something so tragic I now know as emphysema

To then stand watching us all silently but bravely 

Fight its deadly embrace as we all grew old

Coughing up blood like we were living in Hiroshima

Forever now just tainted like so many others from brave fathers and mothers

For foolishly chasing the glories and stories linked with mining black gold  

Copyright John Duffy

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