If Words was a person

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Will you let me seduce your mind 

So I can then claim your body and soul

Forever 

No matter your age

Or where you end up or go

Let me bind you

To me eternally

With lascivious dark words

Like the Lady in White 

In the Story of O

Till your soul salivates and weeps

And in delicious submissive anticipation 

Begs and pleads for more

As its tears flow like wet snow

Let me devour your true inner reflection through your windows to the soul

With wild unconditional written or spoken ravishing excitement

As I wake your higher-self suddenly 

From its repetitive  mundane mind sleep

Let me take you so damn deep

To strange new apocalyptic wetlands and yellow beaches 

Or mystical shores of unexplored crimson heat

And then let my hidden strong fingertips 

Trace pagan pictures of intimate unions

Across your succulent exposed minds spine

Mon Cheri

Will you give me all those deep salacious thoughts

You keep chained up

Under strict locks and keys

Forever compartmentalised and confined 

In dark well-hidden places 

Where nobody can see their faces

For written words dressed up so dramatically like me

Can bring such raw visceral power

And all we from The Hidden Side crave is a fresh virgin mind

A mind willingly to sacrifice everything they once knew 

To then be gently or vigorously deflowered

As we use and abuse their imagination

Inviting them to explore new or old undulating orgies of sweaty letters 

Filled with naked stripped back verbs

For we help the newly initiated and probably you too

By running our sweet fingers across your cerebral cortex's many pink curves

As we cast a hypnotic spell

For we are the real kings and queens 

Of all known empires

Past and present

In mortal or spiritual realms

If you're willing to be dominated and mounted

It's no good running scared

Mon Cheri

Just let us in

For we're everywhere and you my true love

Are surrounded

Copyright John Duffy 

 

My Christmas Visitor

 

 My Christmas visitor

Someone called Diana has whispered this tale as I relax. 

Is she one of my Christmas visitors tonight? 

Tonight's channelling. 

(A lone voice whispers)

Sometimes

You've just got to say goodbye to old ways and try to heal raw opened emotional sores

It may feel like you've been through the wars but everybody has their flaws

Some may choose to hide it so well and smile and put on a favourite well-loved mask

And some don't 

Some may say strange things in tempestuous moments of heat as they sharpen their claws

And some may say nothing at all but just think it

People are just human after all

Misfits in the grandest of schemes wandering around like lost little children 

After they have been given a life's spiritual work permit 

But you know 

I've already lived five times in 6 hundred years 

Lived

Loved and cried so many wet tears

Now I've returned for the seventh

And here's what I know

As I return from a short stint in heaven 

Life and all its emotional connections are simply explained in two lines of poetry 

Which is written in bold italics in God's eternal archives 

Want to know what it is

It's simply 

Do the best with your time before you die 

and you too might come back for another short while 

Copyright John Duffy 

Thanks for visiting. Merry Christmas.

 Like the old gods

Sleeping under the sea's

We pray to the spirit of Christmas 

So it will be

For family and friends

All around us

Unseen

Circling free

We look to the skies

So it will be

To the shadows of the future

Hiding our dreams

We beseech the night

So it will be

To old emotions

Unleashed before the New Year

Setting us free

Through the corridors

Of mind

As we find strength

So it will be

Like the old gods

Sleeping under the sea's

We pray to the spirit of Christmas 

So it will be

Blessed Be

Copyright John Duffy

Have you heard this whisper?

 

JUST PRESS PLAY.

BE-AWARE

IT IS EERIE!

A huge overwhelming compulsion seemed to forced me to create this.

It seems they wanted to speak once more.

Who am I to say no!

Maybe it wants you to know this - Try to be courageous in these dark times.

The music and voice is a close representation of the atmosphere and the emotional edge of The Great In-Between. 

(The Astral Realms)

Have you felt its pull?

Salute.

 

Is Krampus visiting you this Christmas?

  Krampus speaks from the Great In-Between. 

Press play and let the emotional music wash over you as you read. 

Salute. 

Love and loneliness 

Unspoken kept secret daydreams of romance

True love and broken hearts 

Shall have no reunion 

But instead

Like fettered beasts to the emotional slaughter-house

They will stare foolishly into the distance 

As they are abandoned after being beautifully viscerally persecuted

Pleading for hope in the low hours and a new loving companion 

For deaden souls deserve no salvation

Such is my curse of the Dammed 

Running or walking throughout every living nation 

 

Men or women

Especially more so at Christmas

Swimming half-naked in pools of hate and self-judgement 

Shall become as one

As they hear my approaching black and green bells

Under the watchful gaze of my cosmic gun

Love and loneliness

Sadness and pain

Will be their everlasting daylight

In their soul's window panes as it yells

My silver mistress 

Mother Moon

Will seal their fate 

On the first strike of the twenty-fifth 

When are presents are sent out to be received

So to the spiteful and jealous

The hateful and cruel 

Who love to deceive

You better pray to change your ways 

Before Christmas Eve 

Or I'll be visiting 

Handing out dark presents to make your heartache

When pure jealousy and  pain interweave

With no hope of love or any reprieve

Copyright John Duffy 

Do you still believe in Angels?

  (A lone voice whispers)

The invisible Angel smiled at all the sorrowful covid patients

Sending out love and light to each 

Who laid before it 

On ward twenty-one of Saint Peters hospital 

And then looked at just one particular sad soul

Thomas Moore

Whose body was now broken and bent

For it was why he was summoned and dutifully sent

The smile it carried wasn't a smile of ill judgement but of profound hope 

For it knew the recently diagnosed patient would find the tenacity and strength to eventually cope

For they all do 

All they have to do is call for them

Angels from The Great  In-Between

The bringers of such priceless depositions to soothe the soul

The invisible folk

Who'll follow like betrothed guardian philanthropists

But now in a world filled with receding faith

They sometimes just huddle together 

By the eternal fire burning in the swirling neverending mists

Standing and waiting for just a prayer or call 

So they can fly into action

To break free of the lonely caressing arms of the Astral Realms grey smoke

Which moved and flowed all around them 

With a phenomenal supernatural intelligence that it chose to cloak

Copyright John Duffy

Need a prayer for Christmas?

  

Press play and let the music wash over you as read.

Salute.

Let there be a bright Christmas light to strengthen 

And revitalize

Me

In the name and in the presence of The Almighty

Of which we are all reborn into Eternity 

Through the sacred power of the Holy blood

Once sacrificed for me and so many others

I COMMAND the four winds to summon Archangel Michael 

To with his mighty flaming sword

Remove all dark energies 

Manifesting 

Around me or my friends' 

And any unseen energies conjured by foes

That secretly tries to bind

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 our energies

And remove all illnesses 

And threats to our mortal being

To once again

Bathe us all in the 

Pure White Light 

From the Almighty's 

Great Halls and to 

Fill up all our Future 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 this Christmas 

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 soul song

We all need to sing

In the name of the

Almighty 

So be IT

Amen

Copyright

John Duffy

Did you know Heaven has many names?

 Press play.

Salute.

Do Angels talk to us who listen?

Press play.

Salute.

Rebirth

Someone once asked me to write a deliciously sensuous piece.

Well, here it is!

Salute.