Is this the new America?

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(A lone voice whispers)

Do the lights flicker 

As the moonlight suddenly 

Appears

Are you 

Just one of the many 

Americans

Living in the shadows 

Fighting to stay alive

Trying to avoid

Defeat

Living lost

Like Red Indians

Surviving in

Joe Biden's

Mean streets

Proclaiming 

Polarity like 

Mathematics

Like Luther

Proclaimed 

Embracing his beat

Like 

Black Child

Forcing

YouTube 

To serenade his thoughts

And perceived knowledge

Is it an ungodly feat

Will you walk 

With me

With bloody feet

I'm just 

A 

Human 

With 

Attitude

Can you ruthlessly 

Enjoy 

This 

Lyrical feat

Tupac 

Laid the foundations 

Now 

Am I the voice 

Of a global 

United Nation

Am I like Brando or

Da Vinci 

Ain't got no

Land though

I’m just a gut 

Seeing through 

This

Wherever 

My music goes

Am I going solo

Touring as you 

Wear my halo

Rock on

I may be devalued

But I’m

Raising 

Hell

Just 

For you

Wherever I go 

I'm not chronic 

Not ironic

I'm like 

Eazy-E 

On serendipity

Can you feel me 

I'm no Springsteen or Bono

Just another 

Nameless

Embracing 

It's rough spiritual flow

I'm just another soul

Against all those Karens  

Always on patrol

A lost soul

Marching 

Against rich laws 

Made for all those

In the know

Like Dr Dre 

In Compton 

Dreaming 

Of getting paid

Am I like 

Nicki Minaj

Watching Cardi B

On stage

Watching

Mariah 

Getting played

Can you ever trust 

Kanye

Whatever he says

Does Madonna pray to the Illuminati 

As masked strangers 

With Eyes Wide Shut

Gather

In downtown LA

Slowly getting laid

For Yeezus

Doesn't control

Us

For all parodies get

Waylaid

It be just a 

Kardashian song 

Don't he now

Know dismay

Rock on 

As the beat plays

Since Childish Gambino

Says

This is American

Life's cheap, not expensive 

You gonna take my gun

If you try things

Will get offensive

I'm no rapper sitting on the fence

No Chris Brown playing around 

No Jay Z

Now rich 

Getting fat and lazy

I’m fresh 

Can you feel me

Hit me up

You can be me

Do the lights flicker 

As the moonlight suddenly

Appears

Are you 

Just one of the many 

Americans

Living in the shadows 

Fighting to stay alive 

Never bowing in defeat

Living lost

Like Red Indians

Surviving in

Joe Bidens 

Mean streets

Proclaiming 

Polarity like 

Mathematics 

Luther

Proclaimed 

Embracing his beat

Like 

Black Child

Forcing

YouTube 

To serenade his thoughts

And perceived knowledge

Is it an ungodly feat

Will you walk 

With me

With bloody feet

I'm just A Human 

With Attitude 

Save me all 

The platitudes

If this is America

It ain't no land of honey 

Them days are long gone

Only the political or privileged corrupt 

Are making any real money 

If this is the New America 

 

Where Covid power 

Is driving crowds 

hysterical 

2021 is gonna be remembered 

As goddam historical

Welcome to the New America

Where the land of the free

Is now just metaphorical 

Copyright John Duffy

Need a prayer in 2021?

  

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Salute.

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Let there be a bright light to strengthen and revitalize

You

In the name and in the presence of The Almighty

Of which you are reborn into Eternity 

Through the sacred power of the Holy Blood

Once sacrificed for you 

And the many others

I COMMAND the four winds to summon Archangel Michael 

To with his mighty flaming sword

Remove all dark energies 

Manifesting 

Around you or your family and friends 

And any unseen energies 

That secretly binds

And as all that darkness is absolved 

Into the ether from whence, it came

I call upon

Archangel Gabriel

To summon God's strength

And the blessed Violet Flame 

And through Ablution

Cleanse all your energies 

And remove all illnesses 

And threats to all your mortal beings

To once again

Bathe you all in the 

Pure White Light 

 

From the Almighty's 

Great Halls and to 

Fill up all your Future Happy Rooms 

With so much revitalizing 

Energy

 I ask Archangel Michael 

Through the Almighty's grace

To purge all the afflictions 

From kind souls as they go into the world 

To do the Lord's bidding

In this very moment as all this Dark energy is released

I pray for divine salvation 

Freedom and Enlightenment

For all birds need to fly

Not to just hide

All alone in the wings

For we all have a glorious song

We need to sing

In the name of the

Almighty 

So be IT

Amen

Copyright John Duffy

Amy Speaks

Will you remember me?

(A lone voice whispers)

Like grey smoke slowly rising in London's old Southgate

Each morning as I slowly open my tired red eyes in here

Filled with dark thoughts and whispers of the past

I still think of places in Enfield

I used to visit

Or people who’ve died who I’ve lost in an unholy war

Good friends who have now entered Gods gates

Now I'm forever 27

I always wake up with a body and soul inside that’s slowly crying

With tears that don’t dry on their own

Here in my own dark painful version of Heaven

Will you still love me

My old friends and lovers

Tomorrow

Even though you all once knew deep down inside

I’m was so addictive but really no good

Hey little rich girl

I once heard you say

But what is it about men who just like to play

When you still wake up all alone

Rich but still so poor in Camden

Wearing your deep depression like a familiar loved cherished

Old coat of darkened dreams

In tandem

Which still sing but silently screams

I now know there is no greater love

Than the Almighty

For to know him is to love him even more

My day will come though

Like me and Mrs Jones

Love is maybe a losing game

Where you pull in fuck me black heels and white pumps

Where your soul is love-drunk on cheap vodka 

From long lines of so tempting cocaine

I now watch in silence at all those subtle moments

As my life on this big screen in here

Flows

Forever tumbling like forgotten red and golden Autumn leaves

As I stand close to the front of this barrier in The Great In-Between

You may be all wondering if as a historic ghost

I still visit London or my beloved Enfield

My answer is always

Yes

For my reflection in gilded silver mirrors

I still see in passing posters or shop windows

As whispers of doubts slowly still

Swim on the molten surfaces of my mind

Seeking out all my hidden kingdoms

As me, they always stalk and follow

Looking for lost shores to walk and run upon and remain there

Haunting me forever

In some of my vintage old clothes

Especially through this half time

When the black cockerel crows

And the Great Golden Horn blows

Some say I was always doomed

Just another ill-fated singer simply eating and drinking

New and old pharmaceutical and alcoholic treasures

Walking the long mirage filled ancient winding roads

Towards a certain death or salvation

But still a winding road to the very end

Filled and overflowing with such strands of darkness

That I thought foolishly were just there for my own intense pleasure

But through the blurred white lines

And the distorted visions

I speak this

My life’s story is simply a sad song for just you

For I truly believe my soul will soar again

In time

My inner faith will create a silver bridge

To leave this dark pathway to self-destruction

And instead, lead to my own spiritual resurrection

For I believe Jesus died on the cross for me

And all I can do to repay his sacred belief

His sacrifice

Is to conquer all my hidden demons

And share my inner dreams in these words I used to bury

So deeply hidden within me

Before I am called back

By he who always calls

To fade forever into the Black

Before I go

Can I ask a question of you

Swear on your body and soul in the middle of this dark night

Standing between all those you still love but also those

Who you know still might cheat

Does my memory still stand beside you and we'll always be best friends

Right

For fame and love is such a losing game and I need you

To always remember my name

I was simply thrown under the Freedom Train as I couldn’t hold on any longer

Due to my everlasting mental pain

Remember me

My name is Amy

Copyright John Duffy

All my pieces are just monologues from voices whispering in the dark of The Great In-Between.

 Salute.

The Crimson Priestess

(A lone voice whispers)

Within my dark lucid dreams 

She always appears 

Sending me deep spiritual treasures

To see and absorb by my Golden Scrying Mirrors

In the silvery moonlights many reflective walls

Which are in plain view

But just hidden from all the profane

No matter what they do

My Crimson Priestess

Hailing from the mythical Red Church

A legendary palace filled with a multitude of dark confessional rooms

Hidden from mortal eyes

Only accessed by a select few

Either above or below

And only known to them who are truly in the know

Come listen and hear my sweet calls

And join me upon your lifes quest

She always whispers when I dream

There's a red room in here

With crimson silk sheets adorned with diamonds and gold

Where you can be my guest forever

Until you're old and when we finally lay together 

If you're courageous enough 

You'll never get cold 

I'll send you ancient spells to drive your mortal success

Compassion and kindness

To leave for others 

To follow in your footsteps

I await in the deep ravines

Currently unexplored by you

Look deep within yourself tonight

And with the thinning of the purple veil

Between your world and mine

Just after the stroke of midnight

I'll appear before your eyes and reclaim your mind

I'll take you back

Through all the dark corridors of the hidden cities and towns

To a Red Church of such spiritual salvation

And there I will trace with my soft fingertips

Along your spines road maps

The route to a new sensuous discovery 

And introduce you into exotic tempestuous realms

Of such redemption

That you will plead to stay and never return

But it's here in this very room

I see and whisper to you from

That tonight your ticket to a glorious new world

You'll earn

Now summon me and just say three times

Blessed Be

Blessed Be

Blessed Be

Copyright John Duffy

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The Ballad of The Recalled.

 The Ballad of The Recalled. 

A passage from the Hidden books of the Goddess Diana.

Joseph's recorded letter to the Goddess Diana.

Recreated in ink.

++++++++

Many years ago

Within a silent dream-like whisper just after ten past midnight

I once heard your faint calls

You whispered so softly 

Preaching in the receding half-light

About that silvery gulf of divinity which exists between us

With such quite majestic spiritual thunderous proclamations of sacred truths

Be a vivid illumination

Your sweet voice gloriously confessed

For the world is still so beautiful 

If you really look below the dark frontiers of bleeding despair 

That seems to spring up everywhere 

But know this

A divine kingdom awaits

Just hiding beneath the many disgraceful layers of political and societal spin

Where some dreams are sadly crushed and filled with depressing days

Where once rapturous hearts will unfortunately tear

But you all 

My brave listeners are still kin of a universe unseen

You all have a god-given right to peacefully dare to cling on to your dreams

So learn to nurture all your strength 

For those cold days when Misfortune comes calling 

And strengthen whatever you believe in with profound conviction

For it's your protective shield which you just need to keep nearby beneath the surface 

Simply waiting in one of the many rivers 

Of your underground streams

Learn to dispel all those unspoken lies with a wide smile

Which may hang like a hangman's noose 

In friendless jealous green eyes

For your merciful and miraculous heart has always been yours to willingly surrender

Its virtues of kindness and heroism's are your own mighty defenders

Just don't be deceived by the many false pretenders on social media

In these long days of ever-growing darkness and fading bright lights

In the middle of this twilight

A devastating version of one of the universes long nights

Don't mirror the tilt of low souls

Into deep icy pools filled with many visitors 

To Dante's heartlands

But be a hypnotic beacon within what you choose to sing create or write

Ignite like an exploding thunderous New Years Eve or Bonfire firework

All the visitor's inquisitive minds as they quietly venture and gather

Sitting hidden or standing

Unspoken into sight

Inspire hope and give them an unconscious smile

For them to carry away freely into these dark morose nights

++++++++++

I can always remember listening to that soft voice patiently

Just too subdued to fight

And now a thousand years later

I'm trapped and held like a Stockholm conditioned prisoner

In your all-consuming singularity

For I'll always be yours 

Beyond society or notoriety

For those passionate once whispered words and my golden bell

Which still chimes

From here into infinity

Rule our twinned endorphin filled minds

For we now survive enshrined beyond judgemental scopes of any mortal kind

Eternally blowing in new winds which always provides

For we are young and eternally free

You once said the universe was always ours to conquer

And within each silent whisper 

When I still feel and hear your nightly calls from your shrine

Up high in Mother Moon

Once worshipped by so many pagan followers 

Before the fall of man

Regardless of fears of ownership or irreducible complex complications

I'll always climb over these metaphorical grey undulating walls

Regardless of the fall

Just cursed to try to reply

From you 

My predetermined soul-flame

Just hidden in the meandering shadows

Whispering through your channelled rhymes

As I feel the exquisite familiar torment 

That signals and announces with a huge emotional and spiritual pull 

Why my spirit was restored

As my soul is dutifully reminded 

It's being subtlety whispered to and recalled

By Goddess Diana

Copyright John Duffy

     

 

A Woman with such Power

(A lone voice whispers)

I hope she still waits

That rebellious wild woman of such irreducible taste

Who emanates such glimmer and sublime guile

With bright eyes which shine with the illustrious glow of that illuminated flame

Which was once stolen by brave Prometheus 

From heavens dark skies to mesmerise and beguile

Enhancing her beautiful face

Making her look like Morgana the Cunning sorceress 

In all the Arthurian legends

From where all her pagan red blood flows

She holds me like a pawn enthralled in a grip of steel as I try to break down

Her carefully constructed walls

When she always stands tall in these dark woods at the stroke of midnight

Eating red cherries

Making my molten blood rush like wildfire throughout all my pulsating capillaries

Where we still meet as I stroll to see her standing still 

Singing eloquently in her candlelit circle

To the moon and watching skies and audience of spirits and hidden animals 

As white and grey clouds wave and roll

Uttering strange ancient spells unknown to most

As she conquers all who dare come into view before they can yell

It's why I still visit 

For I'm just like a hypnotised mannequin

Summoned when requested

By the delicious sounds of her ringing golden ritual bells

Copyright John Duffy

If Lord Byron could speak

(A lone voice whispers)

Is poetry a dying art-form in the twenty-first century

Does this new generation just want images and memes

To be their only norm

Don't they want to know the beauty of creating a new thing

That might be emotionally worn

A beautiful invisible locket that may help them find catharsis

And through Poetry Genesis to truly transform

In fifty or a hundred years

Will poetry simply be a mystical discipline

Known only to shamans and mystics

As the current society kneels before unusual and insidious technology

For just about everything

Will the new generations be less inclined to create thoughts onto paper or just somewhere

Will the repeated vaccination cycles 

From birth potentially dum them down

So the burning passions

Dwelling buried deep within their souls can never speak

Will a technocrat's dream of a neverending dystopia

Lull them to sleep

To keep them in bondage like the old pharaohs in Egypt

To be obedient slaves who are emotionally and spiritually perpetually weak

Copyright John Duffy

 

Cousin E whispers

As I walk alone in here

Just looking for a strange city called Redemption and a means to atone

Surrounded by whispering crying voices in this ominous new darkness

Of The Great In-Between

Which swirls all around humanity but to the profane 

All around you

It still remains today totally unseen and unnamed

I always really wonder deep down inside as I move and peruse

Does she honestly still miss me that lady in black who was never satisfied

Even though I was famous and talked about every day 

On every world news

That young war bride I once met when I toured worldwide

Who I once used to sit with in secret and in the low hours by candlelight

Converse in-depth about love life and all its sometimes painful mysteries linked to death and power

Which always used to remind me of Macbeth

As we sat underneath that magical old blackened oak tree no matter where we were

Somewhere hidden in the many fluctuating realms of the forbidden

Just connected by a portal I used to call forth by a secret incantation name after a dandelion

One of The Great In-Between's most beautiful flowers 

Only known to a few of the last descendants of those deemed immortal

From where I was born and raised in Tupelo, Mississippi

To then be known all the way to the wet sandy shores of the Baltic Sea

Am I soon to be just a faded jaded memory

A part of a now old and forgotten legacy

People come and go in your old life 

I suppose


Friendship heartbreak and love go hand in hand with something resembling Damocles sharp knife

So I'm told now I'm wiser as each day I grow older

Some relationships will seem to last forever and some will inescapably be cut so deeply by its biblical silvery blade

That no matter how hard you may have cried shedding such sad tears 

Or kneeled for hours and prayed

You'll eventually know that's why love and friendship entwined around treasured memories of others

You once so dearly cared for

Sometimes chose capriciously to slowly just fade away

But if I could only just see the face of my precious treasured memory once more 

Starting from today

I would thank the Almighty until the final day of my baptism into a new holy Jerusalem

If only he would bless me with the power and the magic of an endless Midsummers Night Dream

To once again in this darkness

Sit together and talk under this new blackened old oak tree

After I once again try to just summon her

Copyright John Duffy

All my pieces are simply semi-poetic monologues channelled from the Great In-Between. Salute.

Are you an Outlier?

 Are you an Outlier?

A person who stands apart from others of his or her group, as by differing behaviour or beliefs?

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(A lone voice whispers)

A long time ago

With some

Blindfolded or

Tied to old green

Wooden stakes

Because they loved to stone

Or just burn us

Just because they thought we were different

Since they lived in an unseen primitive world

Overflowing with such

shameless ignorance

We who once danced to Old Mother Moon

Or just under

The mystical Sun

Maybe

In our own woodland grove

Or simply around

Luminous fires

On secretive moors

As the cycle's of the world

Slowly

Ebbed and Flowed

Always staying hidden from all

On the mainlands

Busy main roads

We the old

Or new Poets

Pioneers

Painters 

Artists

Singers

Filmmakers

Herbalists

Music makers

Authors

Famous or still unknown

But yet brave enough to stand courageously

In front of all the charlatans and haters

We are all still

Representations of

The Old Seducers of the mind

For we are all

World shakers

We who have always walked

All those strange roads

Wherever our

Fate took us

And today 

We are all reborn

But now unafraid

To live our true way

For all our ancient ancestors now just 

Live within

Us

Just leading us forward

Is there a light

Within you too

A light

A strange beacon which is always lit

No matter how you feel

A need to write

Sing or produce something

Using all those all remembered God-given talents

Without the need for fake approvals or the old or new matrix's work permits

To truly seduce minds

To help others purge all those emotions

Which

Around us all

Still ebbs and flows

For we are all human

And so baptised and anointed by invisible hands to feel

Did you once with strength and conviction

Willingly kneel

To be thankful you were blessed before Apollo's metaphorical altar

The mythical God of

Music, Dance, Truth and Prophecy.

Healing, the Sun and Light.

Poetry, and so much more

To then stand unafraid before all to see

As you bravely whispered

All these gifts I truly adore so Blessed Be

Copyright John Duffy

The Visitor

Entry 234

October 10th

2021

In This Great In-Between 

At this very hour at 3.45 am

Here's my account following the breakthrough yesterday

With a ghost whose image seemed to flicker in and out of reality 

As if his frequency was jammed when he appeared early on Sunday

And as the pagan brotherhood

Those Egyptian purple robed figures 

Always skulking in the black shadows

Who herald from the huge ominous candlelit monastery next door

Chanted whilst holding hands in a huge summoning circle 

Around a blazing firepit

Illuminated by blazing strategically lit lanterns

"Gathered as one

To celebrate the rising heat from our Anthracite

With wide eyes watching the horizons, on the East

We await the newborn 

Star Child

Tonight

So all our wishes can be manifested and unleashed "

 

Leaving and moving past them calling forth some strange and supernatural power

 

With the four winds rising in tempo and white lightning striking the moving ground all around

Like a Banshee screaming

Announcing an imminent death as it struck some yellow flowers 

Piecing this never-ending strange night

As I eventually stood in that salt circle 

Dressed in black while Luna rises

After completing the summoning spell 

I once found in the archive of a private collector 

A rich sidekick 

Born with a silver spoon 

Now a chosen priest 

And when our Silver Lady 

The great moon 

Parted the grey clouds like Moses from the Time of Jesus

In the Middle East

Coming into sight from the blackness

While the chanting and silence fought for dominance 

Was a tall bearded person wearing golden glasses and a white beard  

Adorned in a faded green wax jacket

With a twinkle of stillness in his blue eyes 

He spoke

Hey Mage

I have a message

Will you take it back through this sludge from this frequency to my beloved

Who still lives on the other side with heartfelt' grief and courage 

Of course 

I replied 

Here is what the tape recorder captured from that particular seance 

Amongst all that chaos  

His name was Pat 

Let us begin

++±++++++++++++++

I'll always think of you even though I've sinned

Whilst standing alone in here amongst this sombre moonlight

These are my dearest prayers sent to someone so special

Angels must gasp at your beauty 

And all I can do is wait

Hoping one day

When you too arrive

My dearest Mary Jane 

    

I know you'll be late  

For you always we're but that's a good thing 

But when you get here

We'll hold onto each other

Like we once used to do

 

When I was alive and as our souls lovingly reunite

We'll just disappear

Walking hand in hand into this endless night 

 

Copyright John Duffy

I sometimes get supernatural visitors who compel me to write. 

The urge to write this was overwhelming. 

Love never dies, it seems. 

Salute.