My Old Love

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(A lone voice whispers)

A long time ago

By the Hiwassee fast-flowing river in Tanasqui

I met at a mysterious meeting place

A wild-eyed beautiful crow haired Cherokee

Her name 

If I remember right was Ghigau 

Who's inner beauty shone right out

A courageous beloved war woman 

Bestowed with so much community and family responsibility

That she beat death more than five times just to give the Devil 

A wide smile and a big bow

To keep her tribe safe

We sat talking as Father Time 

Stopped every second from walking

Discussed life

Magic

Love 

And so much more 

But then Father Time invoked every second to go back stalking

And as we were forced tragically to part our ways

We both held each other's bleeding hands and swore a blood oath to carry through time

To remember how we first met 

On that very day 

And to never forget that something special we started

That was in 1584 when I was only twenty-four 

Ghigau left and found a new life upstream 

In the mighty Appalachians

As part of one of the Great Nations and I sailed North 

To rebuild a new life

With stronger foundations

Now I'm immortal and can look back through Times many portals

I can still see Ghigau smiling with her stunning horse

White Glory

Strolling through the fields of green 

By the Hiwassee fast-flowing river in Tanasqui

I can only hope she's happy

In here somewhere

But sadly still lost to me 

In this Great In-Between 

As she too because of our blood oath

Still thinks of me

Copyright John Duffy 

Cancer. The collector of so many beautiful souls.

 (A lone voice whispers)

Although you left me
One tragic night

Forever my beloved mother

Leaving me heartbroken with a deep pain

From which I hope time doesn't heal and I never recover

I'll always look to the bright stars

Looking for a divine sign

Like a shooting star to bring hope to me and so many others

Who in silence may still suffer

For losing a mother is like looking at life 

In black and white
Without the colour

Especially in summer

My memories of you will always come before all others

For you were with me in the very beginning

And I was with you at the very end

And as I held your soft lukewarm hand and watched

As you gave out your last breath as you stared into my sad tired red eyes

When you gave my hand a final squeeze

In that single pivotal moment

I knew you had been reincarnated

Especially when that beautiful blue and yellow butterfly

Suddenly out of the blue landed on our clasped hands

And its wings gently fluttered before flying in three circles and disappearing

My message to you
Dearest reader

Treasure your mother if she's a good soul

For the impact of losing her will last forever

If the Tall Cancer Man

Decides it's time to call and collect her

Copyright John Duffy

The last message sent to Arabella, by Jacob.

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(A lone voice whispers)

Whenever I pause in these quiet tranquil moments 

Sat in here 

By the moving rocks and swirling grey smoke 

That would make any living person choke

Now I'm a fully paid-up citizen of The Great In-Between 

I sometimes still think about all those long hot summer nights 

When we once walked by the Hawaiian blue sea and we were totally unafraid to be seen

I still get drenched by the sweetest thoughts of you and me

Memories of a fierce love which shone like a lighthouse 

High above the hot yellow city lights

Of an extraordinary time, where we held each other's soft hands 

And everything seemed to be just alright 

But like a pale white vulnerable feather

Blowing carefree in the Four Winds of Change 

I then always remember 

How you foolishly surrendered to the whims of the Gatherer of all Temptations

And like an act from the Devils favourite playbook

Our intense love was viciously ripped from our carefully constructed cross of truth 

By slanderous accusations 

Spoken by jealous crooks

To then be slowly and tragically forgotten 

And in turn depressingly by so many newly enabled others 

Casually dismembered 

With their judgemental narratives singing sad songs of theres no chance of redemption

Now I guess when I reflect

We were like two painful characters from a dystopian fantasy called Twelfth Night

A terrible version of a classic Shakespearean Play

No one cares or even wants to remember

But I'll still treasure and carry those beloved beautiful memories everywhere now I'm free 

Recollections of four footsteps walking in unison 

By the Hawaiian blue sea

Where I get sometimes drenched and soaking wet by the sweetest thoughts 

Of just you and me

Memories of a fierce wild unrestricted love

Which still shines so bright today like it once originally did

Towering all above the hot yellow city lights

Of a time we once held soft hands 

And the future seemed so full of auspicious things which resonated with so much bright light 

Beloved memories of us entwining to make love by candlelight 

To keep warm throughout all those cold but soul-thrilling 

December winters nights 

When the world seemed so still and perfect 

And all the gossips and racketeers were carefully hidden

By Life

Out of sight

I still miss you 

My Arabella

If only to just hear your lovely voice 

In this neverending twilight

If you know Arabella de Santiago 

Dear reader

Will you please just tell her

I still and will always miss her

Copyright John Duffy 

Do You Know, You're Just Seminal?

(A lone voice whispers)

You do realise don't you

That you're the end product of all you see and do

All big or small seminal events  

From childhood to adulthood

Happy or intense

From

Parents

School

Society

Social media  

Lovers

Emotions 

Heartbreak

Friends

Trauma

Abuse

The list could go on and possibly could never end

Passages from your favourite well-read trusted books

Well-loved soul-rousing song lyrics that once sent you into crazy hysterics  

Not caring who looked

All enhanced by those quiet exchanges with trusted partners in crime  

At some spontaneous  time 

Or at a random location 

At way past midnight or perhaps some local cafe in daylight

All this and so much more 

Are simply the very foundations upon which your film called

The Documentary of The Soul is custom-built

Its archives filled to the hilt with adventures 

Good or bad 

All those well-kept secrets

Hidden moments may be filled with regrets or guilt

Captured for all eternity to be shared 

When from your mortal body 

Your soul undergoes its last seminal event on earth

And it's eventually set free

For us all to see 

And to become a new version of itself 

As it opens the door to the Great In-Between

With its own Astral Key

You still have time you know to build a Hollywood show

Do more

Be more

Give more

Take chances

Why not

Don't be like Marvin 

When we watched his film in the Great Red Room

All he did was work 7 days a week

No holidays

No love

Friends or adventurous stories

Showing him in his prime and all his glory

He said he wished he knew then what he knows now

Don't live to work

Work to live the best life you can

Create as many great Seminal Events as you can!

Make that your life-only master plan

Copyright John Duffy

For the curious minds

Seminal is defined as some discovery or event that strongly influenced what came after. 

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Are you blessed, my child?

 (A lone voice whispers)

Are we, poets

Writers

Singers

Entrepreneurs and so many others

Simply so charismatic

Ridiculously engaging or just totally  

Enigmatic

Slightly strange to the straight card players and those obsessively

Who read or watch enticing materials

Created by the new versions of Edward Bernays

Driven by new urges

Of twenty-first century voyeurism 

Promoted and hyped on the hypnotic spectrum called social media 

Or are we just old travellers from just beyond the Green Hills of Avalon

Into this new age Reborn

Did our Guardian Angels

Collectively weep with profound joy when we all found our new calling

Do they still quietly hold our soft hands to comfort us

Whenever we seem to be depressed or in pain

Confused

Happy or just falling

We'll never know all those answers for they will only be revealed

When our time comes or if we are suddenly recalled

But we collectively are not just made of flesh  

You know

But simply old souls  

Eternally slipping and sliding  

Slowly discovering new kin

Scattered throughout Old Mother Gaia's earthly mesh

Are you just like me

Another tiny beacon of divine light trying to hold back the legions and hordes

Who endlessly weave  

Whilst trying to seduce or gaslighting to deceive

Reading notes from their leather-bound grimoires

Filled with black emotional spells  

They mutter in the darkness and profound stillness

Can you feel that subtle electricity flowing all around you

It doesn't matter about your gender creed colour or ethnicity

Keep visiting that deep emotional well

The one you use as your true unspoken Muse

Called your Emotional Reservoir

As you peel back the many layers

And just try to be the true you

Wherever you are

Just keep creating as if you were playing a song on one of Princes

Many guitars

And paint a hit record

With visually inspired

Compelling unforgettable words

To thank the Lord

That you've been blessed with divine gifts 

Which compel you to delve into and use your intellectual insights 

And emotionally driven energies 

To create things many avoid and choose to leave unexplored 

Salute

Copyright John Duffy

 

The Vampire Speaks

(A lone voice whispers)

I stood over her luscious form

Bathed by the cool glare of the Crying Moon 

As the Ancient Mother pretended to sleep 

But also watched slyly as she slept

Listened to her slow breathing and watched her twin mountains

Rise and fall underneath her white silken sheets

I knew she didn't know I was there

For she slept so innocently and soundly

That mysterious soon to be lover of mine

With the long blonde hair

Slowly I eased back the silken modesty protector

Gorged my hungry eyes on her sensual body

And witnessed once more

How she was so beautiful under Old Mother Moon

The Ancient One

As she laid bathed in all her now lit glory

In the pastel moonlight

Naked as the day she was born

And steeped in the glistering silvery light

I knew why I had waited so long

To touch her

Feared she’d run with fright

But courage was with me that very night

Tentatively 

I leaned over her majestic mountain peaks

And ran my soft tongue across her luscious neck and sweet lips

For a ripe taste of her very soul

Her eyes even though closed

Fluttered and she muttered something so low 

It was hardly audible

It was then I knew in that instant

I could cross the hidden boundaries between us

For with Mother Moons pagan blessings

Anything now was possible

I reached down and drew a heart shape

Upon her soft cheek

Then bent low and introduced my luscious lips

To her mountain peaks as her breathing increased in tempo

I knew what I had to do before The Ancient Rising Sun 

Bade me go 

I ran my hard fingertips from the soft nape

Of her seductive neck to her ankle and right back up again and

As a faint aroma of sensual excitement 

Appeared from nowhere

When I looked down at her

My living breathing book

Filled with so many stories music and poetry

I silently thanked the Great Almighty

For answering all my nightly prayers

Running my tongue over my lips

As lightly as I could

I tasted luscious ambrosia

So delicious

Its texture and strands made me feel so eager and amorous

I kept my eyes upon her face

My new goddess in a long line of many

With the long blonde hair

And as I trailed my sharp index finger as

Light as a feather across her bare hips

A groan of exquisite pleasure escaped her quivering throat

And escaped through her semi-opened crimson red lips

I marked her forehead in the sign of the cross

With wax from my white candle

I always carry

The Joining of Spirits Potion

Given to me by Her

The Gatherer of Souls

Who lives in a mysterious wooden hut 

In the middle of a great forest

Hidden from all but the true seekers

Across the Pacific’s many deep oceans

I smiled in the darkness of that room

 

Since deep down, I knew that when she awoke

I would be with her forevermore

No longer dreaming for this is now real

I reached down and held her hand and

Drew the sign of the cross in wax

On her soft skin and as I kissed her hard

I tasted sweet heaven 

Knowing that my

Mark connected us deeper still

I knew she would always return and look for me

In the longing hours

Even going against her own will

I watched her breathe me in deeply

Gorging herself on my visceral scent

As I seduced her mouth and with a deep sigh

She started to cry

Don’t go 

She whispered in my ear as her eyes suddenly opened

But the rising Mother Sun had called me home

Quickly 

From that very bedroom

And all I could do was savour Her taste 

Her ambrosia

Knowing I would return and all her curves and physical desires

That I need will be granted 

To truly consume and nothing would be rushed and done in haste

That was yesterday

I just left her with a simple line

Written on a scented letter paper I found 

I WILL RETURN

So soon

Just look for me when I come back 

With the rise of the Crying Moon

Your soon to be lover

Louis de Pointe du Lac

 

Copyright John Duffy 

Elizabeth's last letter to Richard in The Great In-Between

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(A lone voice whispers)

I hope your life is now just a false reality 

Especially now 

As you choose this our first anniversary

To abandon me

It's only been a week in here and you've once again

Left me

Like a lost lonely castaway 

I just can't keep saying to the swirling shadows

I'll be okay

No matter what others watching may say

As I walk alone on this old road some call

Loves Broken Highways

Where lonely souls wander in here to play 

When all their wishes

Have upped and flown away

Does your life now scream as it sings 

Like the 3 Degrees

As you put up new photographs for others 

In The Great In-Between to see

For them to then ask why you abandoned me

I keep saying to myself 

I'll be okay

If only I can conquer being alone

On my 84th birthday 

I saw all the familiar signs but still inside

My heart still pined

I just hope even though your life may seem like a false reality 

You eventually find happiness and some form of tranquillity 

Even though you chose this winter 

To abandon me

Maybe one day you'll finally see

There's no one else you'll ever meet like me

Even in this cast of stars

Who roam in the grey shadows

Of this Great In-Between

Maybe that's why this year

I'll need to just walk away and finally leave you crying behind me 

Shedding so many sad tears

In the distance 

As I look for a new lover in here and a unique happier existence 

And if your life turns out to be a complete joke and a sad reality 

Remember

It was you who chose this winter

To abandon me

With nowhere to stay

And I just can't keep saying

I'll be okay

No matter what others say

As I walk alone down loves broken highways

I'll just have to find a new altar which to pray upon

You'll see

I don't want to end up like Cleopatra 

I just hope I find a new lover to carry me through every day 

Even this winter

One that doesn't cheat but cherishes me and stays

Copyright John Duffy 

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Nikola Speaks

(A lone voice whispers)

As a Chosen Soul imbued with foresight before I walked this Earth

Upon my birth

I've walked within the dark omnipotent shadows of governments and military 

Drunk and happily dominated and enjoyed being beguiled 

By expensive champagne with Presidents of Industrial Commerce 

As I slowly became a mercurial mercenary 

But an invocation came calling from way overseas 

Before I ended up lonely in the dark cemetery 

From newer unexplored or expected frequencies 

Pulling me deep

From realms unseen and across wild turbulent blue oceans

Esoteric charged

Visited only through emotionally offered pain

A vision appeared to once call my very own

From rivers of gushing luminosity 

From within a faraway mind

Filled and overflowing with wild thoughts and yearnings

From the deep centre of all the Universe

Where all is paraded naked and bare

Summoned only by distant whispering bells

I now know the profound truth

My wants and needs

Beyond all mortal questionnaires

What has laid dormant hidden behind my own great red door

And once sealed with dark heartbroken spells has now been unleashed 

An enchanted vision now rules my once lonely mind

Moulding it into totally irresistible desires

Illuminated shadows undulating by wild burning fires

Formless curves now caress my heart beating beautifully inside me

For now, I'm reborn into Love and Light

Filled with thousands of years of ancestral insights

This spirit is honoured and is now ready to fight

For its new life

Crazy dreams and anything else which stands in this Great In-Between

Powered by Angels of renowned might 

From ageless lands unseen

Their soul-touching fragrances swirling around like starling flocks

As they slowly turn the secretive hidden old spiritual keys 

In all my forgotten locks

Which in turn have set me free

So

Before I go

Here are a few things I've learnt that might help those who want to know

Be a dreamer 

A writer

Singer

Poet

Scientist

Entrepreneur

Inventor or whatever you desire

The world needs more eccentrics filled with blazing furious fire

Be persistent over all resistance 

For giving up is a small stab into the soul's heart

I know that pain as it always returns in this endless falling rain

Give trust out to all but only welcome into your inner circle 

Those who repay your call

Too many people are just fake friends who just take 

So watch out for this common mistake 

Find like-minded kin for they will make your soul sing

Never chase happiness with a golden wedding ring 

For only sadness it will bring

Find someone or something to love 

It just makes this part of your existence easier

Never be afraid of dying for it's a bit like flying

Before you get in the air

Everyone is always fearful

But once up

Everyone is cheerful ordering drinks

Well

I must go deeper into the mists

Maybe I'll see you when you get here

Just look for me by the Great Overhanging White Cliffs

Copyright John Duffy 

The Love Letter to You

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(A lone voice whispers at 3 am)

Do my heartfelt words still echo 

As we approach the brink and I can only hope

Those old beautiful soul rousing dormant emotions 

Find resurrection as we through our past sent love letters

Reflect on this new journey for us both

Will you still hold me close metaphysically and physically

As we reconnect as our mortal time flies

Will you gaze deep into my hazel eyes

As we sensuously interject

Exchanging deep conversations

As we whisper by candlelight 

Pooling our intense thoughts as they collide and intersect

Shall we consummate this newly found love and physically

Ride through its rough sea's filled with so many 

omnipotent relationships

Shipwrecks

As we tease and tempt each other

Unconsciously and unchecked

While our auras come alive whenever we meet

Busking with sweet angelic music as if sung by Seraphims

Serenading the passing world with our supernatural choir

As we merge into seductive subjects

Shall we for each other eternally cash all of loves

All-consuming paychecks

To then ride carefree through Loves unknown oceans 

On the decks of our Lady Aphrodite 

Behaving like reckless roughness

Embracing the gifts of lust and love

And surfing it's unduly waves

Whatever its effects

Will you hold me real close

And wilfully confess



Will you love me
And still whisper 

Yes

This unspoken love to so many jealous judgemental strangers

May to them be corrosive because of their unspoken motives

But still

I'd rather burn even if I'm internally dammed

To never learn 

As deep down I always unconsciously unfurl as I seek your sweet love

To earn

Is this why our love is so damn ferociously emotive

Copyright John Duffy

The Invitation in The Red Book of Spells

The Invitation in The Red Book of Spells

(A lone voice whispers)

Let me in

I whisper into the grey smoke 

Rising from my ceremonial Frankincense candle

And floating into the blanket of total darkness

Illuminated only by twinkling sparkling diamonds

Which seeps across deep blue oceans and rocky yellow sandy shores

To warm you my spectacular love

For I am so feverish

Let my whispered light spells

Carried by this grey smoke in these gushing four winds

Reach those once frozen invisible tears

Falling from those beautiful but sad brown eyes 

And reach deep into your incredibly lonely heart.

So you can feel its red flame

Crimson

As it engulfs you with unconditional ease

Hot to the touch like molten volcano fire

So addictive and seductively consuming

But beware

For when it touches humans

Some are forever emotionally ruined as their once lonely hearts 

Starts to sing

So will you take this gift like a rare expensive bottle of red wine

Only found in dark limited places unvisited by Father Time

And let me melt those cold glaciers 

That surround you with soul-warming fires that come in all flavours 

Which will mesmerise and leave you

Burning and spinning  endlessly within my dark eyes

Do you want to feel the heat from my firm hands on your soft skin

The breath of my mouth

Letting you taste each of these words as your soul opens up 

Its dark doors to a new corridor and gently pleads to confess

To then walk through a gateway to a unique realm 

Where you'll no more to have to wait

Before your beautiful soul is too tainted by just living

And has to stand in line behind her black gates

Held prisoner with so many others 

Who makes a mockery of her

Naamah's grip on their emotional fates

Dare you climb my red ladder out of the darkness of Naamah's 

Endless grey void

Before you are totally destroyed 

To arrive at a wondrous place

Where you'll no more have to lie frozen under heartbroken spells

Conjured by dark ancient shadows 

And yelled from leather-bound grimoires from the Lesser Key of Solomon

As you bathe in deep silence under a darkened purple-hued sky

Let that flame 

Filled with those discarded old dreams which once laid forgotten 

Which once flickered so low but never really died

In old days and lonely nights

Come back to life 

As I force back Damballa's darkness with my shining Astral knife

Are you kneeling naked and vulnerable in your red room

Awaiting my soft touch

Can I baptise you like Saint John The Baptist

To walk knee-deep into a new sea of Galilee

Is that low spark of longing

On fire in your velvety centre

Your precious divine spiritual altar

Aflame and burning so bright

Are you ready to get drunk on this poetic lascivious potion tonight

I always carry

Stolen from the encampments on the perilous mountains of Asmodeus

Called Mother Temptation 

Will you drink and then feel its intense burn

As it melts as all those old once hidden feelings 

So they can slowly return

Will you then sleep unfrozen as they tiptoe and creep in

It's then you will ask me

In hushed soft whispers 

To take you under and whisper new red love spells

Plead for me to listen as you then slowly confess 

And as your soul no longer weeps 

Will you just say yes

And acquiesce

My new extraordinary muse

For I'll be that willing shoulder to lean on and that patient ear to listen

As all your previous fears have the means to be expressed

While your now courageous eyes shine in a new half-light 

And begin to glisten

And it's only then you'll truly know 

What its like to miss me

Copyright John Duffy

I rather like creating supernatural pieces, littered with light and dark references.

I just have a strange ethereal kaleidoscope, I use to describe emotional driven poetic short story's. 

Are the story's just whispering voices in the darkness from the Great In-Between?

Are they reflective in nature? 

I suppose it's just a reflection of how humanity is shaped. 

There must be both in our lives. 

To know and treasure the light of happiness when it comes, we need to have drunk a sip from darkness hot liquor.

To then stand tall in front of all. 

Without a flicker and accept Loves Invitation 

Whenever it's presented! 

Salute.