Have you been heartbroken?

(A lone voice whispers)

I'm under no legal or spiritual authority

To make any sense to you

For I now choose to just write evocative poetry like this one

Right out of the blue

To help disassemble any strands of an old irreplaceable love that I once knew

My contemporary words will help me build

A new soul rousing  empire rising from the moist grey metaphorical ashes 

Of all those depressing wet tears I once cried

When you left me standing still at that quiet railway station in Branton Peake

With a soft kiss on my right cheek and murmured a cheap goodbye 

A subtle sign of foreshadowing as our love soon after died

I may lose everything inside but like a strong sturdy autumn tree

Which loses its green leaves every year blowing in harsh Autumn winds

I'll still stand tall and wait for better days to come 

A new day where I can stop shedding a sad tear

A testimony to a unique state of mind where freedom freely sings

You see inner power isn't about how much you can handle before you break

When love walks out and leaves your heart swollen and frozen in its wake

It's about how you sustain and govern that pain but still manage to grow

After you've been so beautifully and skilfully turned out

And been the star of an incredible soap opera or popular tv show

Opened up so seductively on everyone's big screens 

Only to then be insidiously broken 

As you foolishly accept some more tainted red tokens 

Whilst standing in the shade of the Babylonian Weeping Willow

As you wear your heart on your sleeve and cry into your pillow

Whilst going through all of life's tragic emotional commotions

But soon you'll see

I'll be free and courageous enough 

To step out of the shade of your Babylonian Weeping Willow tree

And embrace the world with a new worldview

One where I'm not just another damned love-struck blinded devotee 

Totally obsessed by you 

Copyright John Duffy

A theme recounted down through the ages.

Does heartbreak cause the soul to change every time it happens?

To become stronger and wiser?

A great few questions for another piece. Salute.

Emmanuel's call to Phanuel the Archangel

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(A lone voice whispers)

In this everlasting darkness

My beloved Phanuel

We the tragic Fallen 

All still seek redemption and salvation and pray endlessly to be pardoned

For in this dark statue filled midnight garden

Where all the invisible dweller's in-between parallel worlds choose to hide

In just another brief mystery of time after they cross over 

Only to cry when they eventually realise they've died

Like a well-loved story written in the first mystical books of Adam and Eve

I can still remember when I once ran wildly and carefree like

Huckleberry Fin on every New Years Eve 

Into that old world's beautiful boudoirs of invigorating sin

Daring to reach those hidden dark places

Amongst the wily predators and sharks

Where even Angels choose not to play their golden harps

To help bring forth the light 

A similar place where I now lay

Where all you can do is just laugh cry or pray

And like in the eternal play of the Apocalypse of Mosis

I nowadays never breathe in fear 

For in the end 

I know everyone loses

Even those still living beyond the light barrier and multi-dimensional frequencies

Separated from our two ages 

By our misjudged actions and Father Deaths dire consequences

I currently stand in front of these Great White Gates

Of the Master of the All the Light and Hidden Places

I still whisper your secretive once cherished name

You know

Phanuel the Archangel

My only friend and hope in this ever-growing darkness

Praying inwardly it carries my silent words to you

Wherever you go

For I have now alone

Walked the spiritually illuminating but also devastating Trail of the Last Circle

Using my worn Bible as my only reliable guide in which to confide 

For I know this is my last chance and not just another rehearsal 

Since my true love still lives on a plane of existence in which only the living can survive

That's why I call to you Phanuel my Archangel

For within this solitude

As I learned on the Trail of Last Circle

That there can be no joyful magic without any drops of painful tears of gratitude 

No love without experiencing and cashing in some of tragedy's realities wet checks

For aren't we all but masquerading as beautiful pure angels that have the power to deceive  

Goodness and light enacted by skilful charlatans

Presented for all to see

But in our deepest innermost core

Those who can truly perceive 

Know the intensity of such hidden truths

And it’s why I still search these Great Lands

To find just you

Phanuel

Don't you remember me

Your most loyal servant Emmanuel

It may be a new murder by rejection

As I now knock the long deep knock

On these Great White Gates

Lullabied by the Seraphim as I wait for a response in these hidden chords of time

Listening to them ferociously singing

 Holy, holy, holy is the Lord Almighty; the whole earth is full of his glory.

Remembering when he filled me with such hope 

When after a visit for Holy Communion and I felt compelled to confess all my guilty stories

Whenever I tried to repent after committing another love crime 

But like all the dark mysteries 

Connected with the Holy Grail

Maybe this time around

I won't just fall on my badly bruised knees

Buckle under and fail

Only to then turn back and run into the familiar welcoming darkness

Maybe this time around

You'll appear my beloved Phanuel

To slowly open up these Great White Gates and lead me away

To a new life filled with a newfound love of redemption and eventual salvation 

A place where I can live in peace and tranquillity for all eternity 

Phanuel

Please hear my call

Copyright John Duffy

Archangel Phanuel is known as the angel of repentance and hope.

He encourages people to repent of their sins and pursue eternal relationships with God.

Which can give them the hope they need to overcome guilt and regret.

Salute.

The Song of Lysander

 

Like the old gods
Sleeping under the sea's

We pray to the skies
So it will be

To spirits of family and friends
All around us

Unseen
Circling free

We look to the skies
So it will be

To the shadows
Hiding our dreams

We beseech the night
So it will be

To the emotions
Unleashed
Setting us free

Through corridors
Of mind
We look within

Finding strength
So it will be

Like the old gods
Sleeping under the sea's
We pray to the skies

So it will be
Blessed Be

Copyright John Duffy

A pagan melody to the olde gods.

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.

Salute.

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.