. Poetry from The Great In-Between

Wednesday, December 29, 2021

The Cop who haunts me through my Scrying Mirror

(A lone voice whispers)


If I hadn't met you in my old life of solving crimes


In its ever-changing silvery mists


Filled with dark secrets and unknown or expected unwanted emotions


That can suddenly fluctuate between love and yearnings 

In intense twelve-hour shifts


Things that can drive a man nuts with all its deep cuts


I never would have understood the genuine price

The goddess of love can bring 

To make your old world sing


For Lady Aprodites sweet soul all-consuming kiss 


That unforgettable one which makes your heart pulse with crazy feelings

No one can ever predict 


I wouldn't have known the intense thrill 

Of running like a pair of reckless wild young convicts

Emotionally through all the green fields that suddenly opened up before us


Days and even longer nights

Filled with youthful dreams of rightful victories and short future stories

Overflowing with such epic glories 


Daydreams where we'd both be magnificent heroes and against all odds

Always win 


For profound hope used to faithfully persist 


Racing blindly past all the sad lonely old men and women 

Who like me 

Took a seat at Loves high table


All the while foolishly knowing the risks 

 

Tragic souls who now sit unsatisfied like me

With life as their only husband or wife


On their white-tiled porches  

Or behind white painted windows


Surrounded by falling invisible white feathers from unseen grief-filled kingdoms

I sometimes still see with my supernatural gift


My second sight in the middle of every night 

When the visions come calling 


Demanding I look beyond the reach of that irregular white lightning 

That breaches the dark skies 


Invisible to most like wondering ghosts

As it searches for new victims to strike


To bless and anoint them like John the Baptist 


To be one of lifes lonely wanderers

Cursed to lay untethered and unripe as soon as it hits


I can still remember though 


How we once challenged the almighty Zeus 

And all his many faithful other gods 


Thinking if this was life

This could only be as good as it gets 


Uttered wild oaths of fidelity to discard all spiritual permits

To his secret fraternities and revoked any unspoken unions


Raised hell when the moment needed its energies and courage 

To break all spells


But like thieves in the middle of one mournful night

Hunting for things written on their supernatural shopping lists

And tracking and following us like mythical bounty hunters


Time and his cousin, Solomon 


Caught up and separated us

Like junkyard dogs 


As we slumbered one fateful day 

And took you away forever

My life's only lover


But I pray somehow when I transfer into another lifetime

Into the Great In-Between


And when I finally walk through those alabaster gates 

Of that version of Heaven 


I hope and pray I find that familiar old house

You swore you'd once again build 


On the corner of a new Whitechapel 

On the left


At that moment if our wishes come to be true

I'll know then we'll be together forever 


And when the time comes 

To slowly dissolve into the everlasting purple and green hue 


Of the endless Continuum

With our last ever shared sweet kiss


Before we transcend


We'll both know deep down inside

We've beaten death at the very end


And I'll smile because I'll be reunited with you again

But until then 


Even though fate may have separated and broken our trust

I'll never stop playing lollipop at 3 am


Like Kojak on dark nights


With my Colt 45 Service Revolver


Just waiting for that familiar courageous loud bang

When I find the strength to pull the trigger 


Then all I can do is hope and pray

 God will reunite and absolve us



Copyright John Duffy

Monday, December 27, 2021

Mario Speaks



Press play before reading. Salute.

(A lone voice whispers)


The reason I still breathe is you


My missing old Italian  lover


Lost somewhere away from me in here


Hidden in one of the many blue portals


In this 

The Great In-Between


But when this dreamy yellow sunset before me


Cries its last daily breath


As it's truly spent


At the end of this 


One of my long rigorous days


Of being stuck climbing over lifes many memories 


Which seem covered with so many sharp barb wires 


Lost

In a recurring daydream that's all mine


Which causes my heart to beat like an orchestral drum on fire



Hypnotized with a spinning mind filled with whispering


Spellbinding enchanting inspirational words



Pleadings from my Guardian Angels to try to take me higher



To help me put out all those painful old familiar desires


I always think in these quiet moments 


In this silver silence about why my unbearable paradigm 


This one I currently struggle to walkthrough


Created by the Great Collector of all Divine Revenues


Are we 

Me and you 


Isobel 


My missing love


Simply just two of the many silent prayers


Blowing like tragic lonely snowflakes



Lost in the vastness of Eternal Endless Night Sky


Infinite cries of broken songs carried by invisible soft hands 


Upwards


Tantalising sacrifices offered like emotional shining dimes 


To the everlasting  Light


As they spin like golden Autumn leaves in full flight


Borne aloft in the tempestuous whirlwind 


Of Father Times swirling grey dust


Joining the symphonies of millions of hearts


Calling out in unison 

In written or spoken rhymes 


All screaming for just someone in which to love and trust


Rapturous but maybe beating blue


Does my heart still sing our now forbidden love songs and heartfelt prayers


Loudly like those unbearable screams once uttered 


At the Great Battle of Waterloo 


You may ponder as your soul wanders


Yet know this as a taste of my lifes sweet kiss


Inside I'll always know


We shared an extraordinary moment of such divine bliss 


As long as we quietly live apart or even die


No matter where we both venture or go


For as long as the days are filled with life and the tired Sun still rises


Sending out golden rays to energize


I hope my God-given prayers


Will be answered with my eventual spiritual rescue by my Spirit Guides 


And Guardian Angels when they stand before me


Free of all their earthy disguises


And even if all my lifes sunsets have all disappeared and gone and died 


And an exotic dark night stalks all the new lands


I might then live within


As those, I leave behind 


Stand by my graveside and cry as my soul glides by



When those low drums of Heaven rumble and when my heart no longer burns


As that old piano within my mind begins overflowing with poetic melodies 


And loudly sings


If that familiar eerie noise of lost love blows its silvery horns


Once again and that drumbeat of fire that once burnt


Pleads to return


Announcing the arrival of the Dark Man from Depression's many farms 


Who one should not mourn


Wearing his fake crown of thorns 



I’ll dream this illustrious daydream

I still treasure 


Of walking 

Hand in hand with you


On yellow beaches at midnight


With the blue waves of the Pacific rolling in


And as we stand looking deeply into each others eyes 


With you as my eternally baptised queen


Isobel 


Married and living together forever 

In a beautiful dream


A safe place I can only pray to dwell within 

 

Where my broken heart can heal as it no longer yells or screams


Copyright John Duffy

Painting by the super talented, Sal Jones.

Saturday, December 25, 2021

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 


Friday, December 24, 2021

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

Thursday, December 23, 2021

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

Tuesday, December 21, 2021

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

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