Need A Purging Spell?

 (A lone voice whispers a Halloween spell)

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As I sit here

Surrounded by thoughts from The Sacred Book of Shadows

I see you (Add Name of the Person) 

Exposed in so many new ways 

When this golden bell rings

That only a dark Magician would truly know

With the triumph of the passing Halloween moon

Turning the New Year's Great Wheel

I cast this spell from the deep Circle Within 

Go forth and forget me now

With the Drawing of The Three

Forever free from Mankind's sins

Through the falling Mists of Avalon 

May this seek you out and point you on a new quest 

This new inheritance 

Upon thee 

I bequest 

Leave my thoughts be 

As I cast you out

Go find a new Promethean or new Atlantean

Birthed from Gates of Endor 

To carry your luggage and baggage 

Over those sharp Craggs and treacherous wet moors

Over land or sea

So mote it be

Magical Details

When the Moons full. 

Think of someone you wish to repel as you sit in the dark. 

Recite the Spell three times, naming them and then light a candle and blow it out. Ringing a golden bell.

So mote it be. 

Copyright John Duffy

Is Desire One of the Prices of Living?

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(A lone voice whispers)

I once laid

Mesmerised and kept as a prisoner

In desires old cast iron anxiety chains

In loves shadowy jealous abyss

As I watched the slow rise

And fall of your sweet breath

I must admit though

It was a chosen moment

Decided by the

Old Country Gods

That I couldn't resist 

The word 'deliquesce'

Springs to mind

As I once admired you

From afar in Mi Casa Su Casa

Wearing that stunning red dress

For old or new love

Will look deep within

Eager-wide eyes

Right into your hidden tributaries

And delectable deep-depths

Reaching that blessed treasured Blarney Stone

You always unknowingly carry around

Known as your indomitable ageless

Precious old soul

Once there

It will dance freely and

Openly 

Like Dorothy

In her sparkling brand new

Ruby red slippers

Down that new or familiar

Spell-binding

Yellow Brick Road

Looking for that hidden

Red Room

Where you lay open

Exposed vulnerable

And ready to explode

Where

Your bright eyes will sing

For all in that Red Room

To hear

For Desires beautiful eyes

Which now consume me

And whisper of old sins

Hold me in silver chains

Once committed before God

In our lush Garden of Eden

A holy sanctuary

Where we once

Long ago

Felt safe

Metaphorically guarded by Gaius Julius Caesars

Many fearless legions

But now as we

Slowly dance upon

Mephistopheles

Old and worn gossip-filled dance floors

Trapped between the fall

Of the silvery moonlight

And the rising of

Helios life-giving rays

My life

Is but a soft whisper

Floating gently

Through the winds of Time

All I can add to the

Master of all Ceremonies

Never-ending archives

Is I'm glad

I once held you

and claimed you as mine

Copyright John Duffy 

Weltschmerz: The man worn down by the world's ills.

  

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(A lone voice whispers)

Looking for answers in this

The blackest of all pits
filled with bitter but sweet tasting human emotions

Illuminated by the flickering half glow of this fading miners lantern

Sat by my burning coal fire at four am

I write these few words down for future inspiration 

To encourage me before I feel the need to subdue the sharp pang of my apotheosis of all old friends 

With this sweet tasting malt whiskey 

 

The one who I turn to ritually

Called Mr Damnation 

 

For to be able to hear you whisper 

So be it again

 

I'd be driven crazy 

As I caress your precious velvety memories 

And admit to that grim-faced shadow of a man

 

My own perpetual stalker 

Who's staring back in this faded old black mirror 

Whispering that I should try to carry on

 

Thinking back to those happier times 

When we might have had a chance to be optimistic like so many

 
But just like every other third couple 

 

Who met and tried to stay together

While wading knee-deep 
in newly discovered rivers of uncertainty 

Through trial and error 

 

We were tragically pursued by the real broken ones 

Those living in painted white houses 

With twitching grey curtains made of out cheap lace

 

Those who deem themselves to be

The Beautiful Ones in society 

 

The badly polished and preened

Strutting about with all their treacherous airs and graces

Just to be seen

 

We were unjustly discriminated against 
by those like feverish lions 

Those sad losers 
Who deemed our liaison

 

To be tainted and under their covetous judgemental eyes

To be on so many levels

Immorally corrupted and dangerously fragmented 

 

But to you, my beloved

 

Now erroneously judged 

Likened to a corrupt 17th-century museum 

Filled with pagan occult pictures

By a cancel culture fuelled by heathen convictions

 

My soon to be obsolete heart still sings 

As it remembers those wild crazy days and passion-filled nights

 

When we stood firm and issued 

All those endless FUs with such excitement and rage

 

How we then ran away from Deep Dale

With anything we could muster and carry

To turn a new page

 
Caught a flight North and got married

 

Went to Las Vegas
Booked into The Bellagio 

 

Cruised the Strip and made wild drunken oaths 

To each other that we'd never be tempted to go back

No matter what news or stories we heard 

Broadcasted over the TV or radio 

 

I hope tonight 

As I close my eyes for maybe the last time 

As my nice lifelong friend

Doc Dupont says my last prayers and rites

Over malt whiskey and ice

 

You know 

You were always my life’s 

True one and only 

 

And I truly understand why you left

 

It's not easy trying to live with the news 

Of both of your parent's sudden deaths

 

Even though after all these years since you've been gone

My heart still skips a beat 

For I know my love channelled 
through my treasured memories 

Will soon
To you flow so damn easily

 

Reuniting you with those incredible few years

 

When we escaped to The Bellagio

And lived together 

For a short while to renew

 

Free from the long reach of The Beautiful Ones 

Living together so peacefully  

 

And now as I reflect

I never knew lonely until that fate dayful day in 1998

When I lost you

 

Copyright John Duffy

 

A lone voice whispers

What if you're living your life all wrong

Conditioned at a young age to read all those school book pages

Cleverly driven to be someone in the world

And end up ten years later

Materialistic

Ego driven

Judgemental and so much more 

But when you have that mid-life crisis 

Oh I hope you do have one

Will you realise 

All those dreams you were carefully conditioned to chase

Were all based on conjured lies

We in The Great In-Between

See through so many Astral windows

Watching 

Sad souls working themselves into an early grave 

Just for a wage or a dream

Greed and self-ego rampant with this new look at me 

Instagram or Facebook logic

We can only watch and muse about it

Oh how those poor souls will regret it when they finally get in here

And see they were born just to enjoy life

To be kind

Compassionate

Loving

Generous

And the list could go on

Which are you

I hope you cherish your family and friends above work or money

For in the end 

Honey

When you hit that last earthly breath

You'll suddenly realise in that pivotal moment

Love is all that's left before you transcend

I know

For I've been a part of that crazy show

You might know me

My name was once Marilyn Monroe

Copyright John Duffy

The Voice from The Great In-Between

A voice once whispered this as I typed.

Do I have a gift like my beloved mother?

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For all the ones lost to someone special, in these dark times, especially this year.

(A lone voice whispers)

+++++++++++++++++

Although you cannot see me

I am still here
Just now free
In these new lands of no fears

Nothing scary has happened

I am now just at peace

All my dreams I had about the Afterlife

have just come true

So I'm just visiting from here
Just to see you

I can see your beautiful eyes
Which still twinkle

I can still see the real you
Beneath all those tired old
Wrinkles

For the power of true love

Compels us to see all

It's that simple 

Just never forget me but
Speak my name at Christmas

And every other day

For you invite me to revisit
And through old memories
Play

Just remember me

Or I'll forget to ever
Call this way

For you see

All my friends and old family
Wait beyond this great divide

My time is taken with retelling old stories

Hearing new ones and enjoying their
Newfound glories

Don't forget me

Not but even for a day and I promise
I will always appear your way

I appear in many forms

A Robin
A Feather
A reflection
A voice

It all depends on me

For it's my divine choice
But I'll always try to revisit

To lift your heart that breaks
And help you to rejoice

To always try to stand beside you

For a brief moment or for eternity

Above all of life’s noises

To hold your soft tired hands
As old memories are enjoyed

Don't you dare forget me
With times passing but invite me by name

And I'll call

Through all harsh winds
And the pouring rain

Say my name and I'll appear

To see the one
I still cherish and hold dear

Just don't forget me with the passing of time

Just remember me as you hear this rhyme

And I'll revisit 

Until your bell too
Begins to chime

And we are together again

In heavens
Eternal sunshine

Until then
I'll just keep visiting
And calling by

To remember all those wonderful moments

When
You were just mine

Copyright John Duffy

Have you read Mea Culpa?

 

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(A lone voice whispers)

++++++++++++++++

Although you left me

One night for another

Leaving me forever to sit alone in the dark

Castaway to wander lonely streets

Always forsaken and painfully apart

Even though your golden wedding ring

Still adorns my finger

And tendrils of our beloved treasured

Memories still linger

Despite through stealing the heart

Of a younger stranger

You left me

Heartbroken

Feeling rejected

Like an adolescent teenager

Mea Culpa

It was all my fault

I just loved you too much

Copyright John Duffy

Covid Dreams of The Dearly Beloved

Some say sad poems make the best reading.

What says you?

Whispers as I retire.

Salute.

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It adds such an evocative edge.

(A lone voice whispers)

Take me in

From the grey ashes

Blowing like an early breeze

Within the deep cold recesses of your many

Hidden red rooms

In your fast-flowing mind

Lullaby

My once well-loved name 

As you quietly 

Sit still and try to breathe

Take me in

Eagerly

Lovingly

Once again

With your arms wide open and keep me real

Close

Even though 

I still silently

Sleep

Deep 

But carefully hidden from watchful or inquisitive eyes 

Maybe all around

Don't be so scared

As I'm forever going 

To be with you

For I'm now reborn to be eternal

I'm not one of the

Lonely 

Internally 

Bleeding dark emotions

Just walking around

Dreaming of 

Living but soon to be dead

Lost and wandering all

Alone

But

Within those crimson

Fires of distant memories

Like the legendary

Phoenix

Of Amu Mansu

I will be reborn and

I will rise

Forever

Don’t cry

And burn in strangers or friend's 

Undertows and always

Feel their projected pain

But instead, look within treasured memories and old photographs

To rebirth me 

Again and again

So take in these last words

In this

My final hidden love letter

I leave within my will

Now I'm too ill

As my final angelic 

Evocations

Before I forever surrender

To heaven 

Dreaming and murmuring about your beautiful green eyes

And long shimmering 

hair and spiritually

Captivating charms

For I'm 

Now but a soon to be gloriously illuminated 

Being

Still living

Without fear of 

Any earthbound

Limitations

Deep and forever tumbling

In a wild kaleidoscope 

Of broken shattered mirrors

But still always living eternally 

I hope

Deep inside of you

For to replace me

In time with another

Would just be a pale and cheap imitation 

When I see God and he asks me why I'm still smiling

As we stand together

In the Silver City by the Altar of Mortal Confessions

When I seek final  forgiveness for all my earthbound and physical sins

I'll just say 

I'm simply thinking about that fascinating young lady

Who once held her

Golden violin lovingly upright

Under a great old oak tree

In good old Long Island 

And who lovingly played a beautiful poetic tune 

Upon it 

Just for little old me

Copyright John Duffy 

I hope you enjoyed the whispers.

Until the next time.

Salute.

Mistress of the Shadows

Are human relationships, still complicated as from the time, humanity began?

Did Lilith bring something controversial to the New World, when she rebelled against Adam?

As written in some old scriptures and books? 

Is she the.................................

The Mistress Of The Shadows

 (A lone mesmerising voice whispers)

Am I the sacred answers you

Still forever just seek

Could I but be your own embodiment 

Of a glorious heaven or a perverse hell

Some say I’m the sweet lullaby dark angels sing

Whilst reading secretive grimoires of my so enticing spells 

Soft sonnets of unforgivable damnation or intense sexual mental pleasures for the soul

Seducing it to lose control 

Am I but the luscious green garden

Everyone wishes to walkthrough

Before they leave this land

To trespass to who knows

In here

One of the glorious hidden fifth kingdoms

We in the know

Just call

She’ol

My weapons have started and ended many

Historical or personal wars

 Am I but the all-consuming sharp knife 

To pierce the hearts and lonely minds of those who just linger lost

Below the long shadows

Just seeking something to reignite their dark desires

Or who fight for the light

I have been called many names

Like the life-force of all living creatures

Untamed or just walking and surviving

Broken

 

Endless ancient woodland groves

Still sing unheard pagan songs to me

In the darkness

For my names are many but only two really remains

I live eternally

You see

Tasked to visit shamefully darkly lit places

Opulent incensed fused palaces of loquacious

Worlds of flesh and physical sin

Bedrooms

Woods and hotel rooms still carry the scent of my many

Visceral soul tainting visits

They all silently pray for my return

For I am but the darkness hiding in

So much light

Holy sustenance your soul needs

To truly feed and breathe

In plain sight

For once you are firmly within my grasp

I will own you for all your remaining

 Days and nights

For once you’ve tasted my sweet wet liquor

And sampled my priceless red wines

I’ll always own you as long as your light flickers

For I am ancient

Born into life with Old Adam and before my successor 

Called Eve

Now just forever stalking you

Within your Gardens of This Ages Creation

I walk through all countries

And my name is still carried

Upon the wet lips of the Seduced

Within every one of these new worlds many ever-growing nations

For I am the glimmer and mysterious shine

Whilst lost in the darkness

And knee-deep in the temptations of the Black Sun

The giver of reconciliation or damnation of the soul

The emotional Sword of Damocles

A knife-edge upon which you may perpetually balance

And unknowingly dance

Do you know my full esoteric name yet

 I'm simply the two edge sword bestowed to all living creatures from so High Above

As they walk through Lifes gate

 

My full esoteric name is simply

Love Hate

Copyright John Duffy

The Dark Oracle, Speaks!

 

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(A lone voice whispers)

+++++++±++++++++++

Oh

Hear me

Oh

Inquisitive One

For I'm The Dark Oracle 

In the Lost Temple of So Enticing Temptation

In the darkness 

The multitude  

They sing and cry at midnight 

Praying before their time to die to see and feel

The deep visceral rhythms of loves red light

Those tormented but loved ferociously 

By one of my emotional life seductive presents

Called Sin

Who I bless to always help their poor souls 

To always think they can deceive to win

The Fallen who kneel daily

Starved of love

Those who pray for mercy in the darkness

From high above

What they do not know

What I try to cloud their judgement to deny

That there is still hope  

For my enemy did not die

But the fools  

Who I claim worldwide as mine

Don't believe he lived  

Beyond the bet of a dime

So I can maybe take my chance and time

And lead them to my desert of desolation

With a soft tender kiss and a trusting hand

That tempts them to take it

To begin our eternal dance

For my name is on another level

If you're into rhyming

You might already know my name and where I live

It's simply an inversion of a place

The enlightened know as Heaven

The old King or Queen of so sweet Temptation

Who just loves to embezzle

For I take on all physical seductive forms 

Male 

Female or just both

Who the righteous few know as their adversary

My name is known worldwide

Glad to meet you  

My name is your friendly rebel

The......

Now let me light your life up with sins like lit gasoline

So kneel and dare say after me 

Sin is good

Especially at Halloween 

Blessed Be

Copyright John Duffy

If Catharsis could speak

(A lone voice whispers)

If you were worth nothing or rich beyond all compare

I would still stand beside you and just try to love you anywhere

If you were scared frightened or just weighed down with life and all its tragically acquired baggage

I would gladly rush in to help you carry your burdens

So you could perhaps better manage

If you were mad heartbroken or just simply sad

I would quickly reach out with empathy overflowing with an electrifying passion

To just embrace you in a hug of complete literary compassion

If you needed some love and light

In the middle of a lifetime

I would just simply appear through inspired lines and prose

To hold you tightly
Simply to remind you

All your feelings of guilt or pain are also mine

If you needed anything profound beyond my care or abilities

I would just try to simply love you through simple or exquisitely structured words

For ours is but a silent union dear reader

Free from physical excesses but entwined and spinning endlessly

Lost in the spiritual cosmos beyond time and space

Serenading our opened third eye

As we ride over the many landscapes of the blue and green

Visiting newer realms unseen as two

Are you ready to pick up that pen phone laptop or tablet

So we can begin?

Copyright John Duffy