Have you heard the Lady in the Shadows speak, in the Covid Years?

Hey you

Have you ever heard that softest subconscious of all whispers

That serenades us all from elsewhere

Insidious does it seem to call

Inner murmurs that will not give us  

Simple surrender into a restful sleep

But a curious voice instead

Slowly vibrating throughout all our mental walls

A voice that constantly whispers if you listen 

To hold on to your deep dreams

A voice that occasionally manifests inspiration 

To excite our sometimes tired eyes

To really shine and truly gleam

Some may with a false smile try to diminish

What flows throughout your fast flowing bloodstreams

Some may laugh and sneer behind your back for they haven't the strength

Or indomitable courage to try to adapt  

To swim upstream

But to you who aspire

Beyond momentary false thoughts

Daily depression and who through it all

Still cling onto seemingly crazy big dreams

Those who embrace its soft whispering dulcet kiss

May all your fears and woes slowly disappear 

As you find the inner strength to stand tall

And face the watching world

For it merely perpetually whispers

You were always born to eventually reign supreme

For you're simply a beautifully important part of an incredible grand scheme

So no matter how hard life sometimes seems

Even if your soul nightly in frustration quietly screams

Cling onto hope for we listen and whisper to inspire

So happiness and success in some form

Can eventually be redeemed

So be it

Copyright John Duffy

Do you need a prayer to ward off the Narcissists in these dark times?

 

(Repeat 3 times for it to manifest. Salute.)

May I become so meaningless 

To all those who slander and judge

May I become so meaningless 

To all those sad souls

Gossiping behind closed doors 

Swimming knee deep

In the dark sludge

May I become so meaningless 

To all those who call me

such revolting names

Because I wouldn't comply

As their arrows of hate missed my heart and simply flew by 

May I become so meaningless 

To all the ether and ominous fields of fast-flowing electricity 

Some need to express their choice of sorrowful words 

To damage someone's else's auras eccentricity

May I become so meaningless 

As the word I 

While they all chase new lovers and followers attention 

Trying to break pagan curses bestowed by the dark queen Ragna

Before I die

May I become so meaningless 

As I see why I said no

For their anger 

I once saw in a deep poetic dream 

Is a place 

Deep inside 

God wants them to fix

But they still can't see the signs like a poor lost profit 

Similar to Judas who once looked for the truth but with blinded eyes 

Dammed them all for he never really saw it

May I become so meaningless and trivial 

They just move on to someone new

And give me a chance

To grow and my heart to renew

So mote it be

Copyright John Duffy 

Monica Speaks from beyond the Grave

 (A lone voice whispers)

As I sit alone at the worn and lonely gates of Yesteryear 

In this lonely place 

Beside one of Father Hades, many dark underground mysterious streams in his vast kingdoms

Looking back to memories of the past through jaded white painted windows 

Unafraid and lost in countless deep thoughts as I watch repressed memories 

Drive past erratically and then slowing down like JFK's tragic presidential motorcade 

Whilst looking closely at all the joyful and depressing games 

We sometimes once played

You and me 

Sadly

Eventually releasing each others hands forever as our love got waylaid

When the ungodly gossiping bands behind closed doors and on social media

Started playing loudly a crazy jealous tune and singing our names 

As our Titanic slowly sunk

I can still see

Reflected in priceless memories of your deliciously dark eyes

That fateful night on the fifteenth of November 

When I surrendered all that I am when we first made love

A magical night  

I'll always remember 

But as all things 

In my cursed life 

Everything changed as that metaphorical iceberg struck 

And our love slowly drowned in stormy seas

Crashing endless heavy waves of increasing painful disastrous luck

That seemingly infinite night we once shared

Is now torn beyond all repair 

You were once all I ever needed

And will never will forget

But as I still live in here

In these lands of self-introspection and regret in the Great In-Between 

I will always write your beloved name and an accompanying memorandum 

On  some priceless papyrus paper

Using beautiful  syllables 

In my eternal book of spells as a means of release in my new catharsis routine 

I'll put them beside other failed dreams in my notebook called The Grimore of Flunked Lights

Filled with dark distress

Where you'll forever live 

And as I sit at the gates of yesterday 

Thinking about this in the near future

Wondering through green fields of yellow memories 

Still clinging onto fragments of your beloved sensuous silhouette

Somewhere 

If you can hear me

I hope our old love 

Still in your heart, as it does in mine 

Holds forever strong with memories of us still together 

As we once danced so beautifully as time moved so slowly and life did a comical but sometimes dangerous pirouette

Copyright John Duffy 

 

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