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(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.
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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
A passage from the Hidden books of the Goddess Diana.
Joseph's recorded letter to the Goddess Diana.
Recreated in ink.
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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
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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 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
(A lone voice whispers)