. Poetry from The Great In-Between

Saturday, January 8, 2022

Are you being influenced

(A lone voice whispers)


As I dreamed and entered the lower levels of the Astral Realms


I passed enormous cobweb halls filled with huge silver scrying mirrors


All placed in front of old ancient soothsayer's


Strange mystics watching the world turn 


And trying to influence those in control


To make it burn


The shadows in this dark cave had bright headlights everywhere I looked


Red eyes that illuminated that depressing room 


As it gently hummed and shooked


Red lights from countless unknown things that guarded the once human soothsayer's


Now chained to those black chairs to try to influence the world


As they whispered low-frequency bleak thoughts back


Through their own silver semi-conscious scrying mirrors


Suddenly as all the gnarly soothsayer's looked up with huge black orbs where their eyes used to be


A light voice whispered 


It was time to leave


To go back to the land of the living and to write what you've seen


So others might know that those angry voices or dark hypnotic thoughts


They think are all their own


Voices that plague the many suffering mental trauma


Are just the old soothsayer's from the Great In-Between


Weaving and whispering dark spells from unseen Grimoires


Humanity could never conceive


From New Year's Eve to Christmas Eve


Until a targeted living individual punches their ticket to leave


Only to arrive in this heavily guarded cave


To then take a seat


Beside another soothsayer and start whispering


Somniferous messages


To make a soul greave


Tell them to pray whatever their faith


For to believe in just something good 



Will help to deflect the dark thoughts


Sent insidiously from the Other Side


Whose only intentions are to cause pain and endless suffering 


As they start to unravel hope and magically start to deceive



Copyright John Duffy


Friday, January 7, 2022

A lone voice whispers

Do you like mythical short stories

Here's one



When you truly love someone


Family friends and of course soulmates

 

Did you know 


You give birth to a magical supernatural golden thread


Which connects you to them like happy newlyweds


That magical invisible thread may shimmer and shake


It may glow bright and if they leave 


Through death or other reasons to make your soul grieve


It just goes thinner for through its acts of magical summation 


If you were betrothed the chance to read the tees and cees 


In your agreement proposition signed and sealed by your eyes first kiss


Hidden all the way down to the last page in that huge book


Written in the tiniest small print 


You'd read a line articulated so eloquently 


In a brief sentence that appears so succinct


That many would miss


Stating it will never break


Could that be the incredible justification


Why you feel perhaps compelled to think of those you might still cherish


As if under their spell


Regardless of that myriad of intense feelings


Fluctuating like lovelorn green butterflies 


Around love and hate


That connection you once made 


That was always foretold in the Amber Books of Fate


Is and will always be called The Golden Thread


A connection for souls who once laid entwined beyond time and space


Before appearing on Earth


And in the low hours


Said majestic things which once spoken


Gave birth to an unseen thing which can never be unmade 


Even beyond that fateful day when all things seem to fall out of place


But remember this as you lay vulnerable and feel powerless 


You'll live forever and will always see their many beautiful faces


For that golden thread will always lead you back to those where you feel truly at home with


Eventually to the Great Silver City

Beyond the clouds


For deep down, you've always know


That's where your spiritual base is




Copyright John Duffy 


Wednesday, January 5, 2022

Grief

If you're grieving this is for you. 


I think about my beloved sister, mother and father, everyday.


Press play.

Narrated by the talented, Clinton R. Johnson.

Salute.

The Story of Bobby George


 (A lone voice whispers)


I once met a fire Southen woman 


In the late Summer 

Of the Great Uplifting of the Veil of Aquarius 


And her beguiling glamour stole my soul

As she quietly appeared like a semi-clad shadow


In my desert of sacrificed poetry


Walking lasciviously up its deserted moonlit road 

As I looked for new phrases whilst out on foot patrol 


Bravely standing in front of all the minions

Who wanted to bury us


By writing holy symphonies 

Free from all restrictions 


Opening new doors to unforgettable dominions 

For my besotted eyes to behold  


Stories so unworthy of this world as it slowly fell into the opened abyss

As a new normal was been unrolled


Her crow hair and dark mysterious eyes 


Still hold me captive 

Losing all sense of self-control


From way over here 

In The Great In-Between


As she crosses the portals many undulating floors


Ruby red lips and always dressed in black and gold


Looking so glorious

And each time

With that piercing single glance


She has me in a hypnotic trance 

And we start the mythical Alderichi Dance



Where two curious souls meet under the silver branches 

Of the Celestial Maypole Tree


To be bound together forever

To carry essences of each others golden glow


Deep inside 

Wherever they go



Copyright John Duffy 

Tuesday, January 4, 2022

Memories of the Seventies


 (A lone voice whispers)


We saw a glimmer and sweet sparkle


The night we met in Studio 54


In the Seventies


A night in that club that I'll never forget 


The one that makes your heart and soul go crazy and wet


We saw something so special 


It burnt with such an otherworldly fire  


A flame we both hoped 


Would burn forever and never expire


But the Leviathan and other jealous men and women 


Viewed us with suspicion eyes and such spiritual violence


That we now walk the path of the heartbroken in 2022


Filled with such silence 


You left me by the bridge of hopeless dreams 


As my whole world fell apart at the seams


But one day I know we'll be reunited

For I'll always be your king


And you'll always be my Lola

The woman I met in Studio 54 


When I was on leave from the Marines 



Copyright John Duffy 

 


The Ballad of the Starstruck Lovers

 


(A lone voice whispers)


Will you defeat all I am with the divine soliloquies 


Of your sweet tasting love magic



As I venture alone to my designated internal salvation



To be simply reborn in its rejuvenating fire 


To then stand above it all



That to which my soul was born 

Tasked to seek out and call

 



Or will I fall into the deep ravines of histories wayside and dwindle 


As the ever-watchful twinkling stars slowly spoil 



As my faith capriciously tumbles and falls



Have I met you already in person 



In a previous tragic lifetime



As I wandered through all its many dark halls



Or have I simply passed you by before we spoke and is this



The sour-tasting nectar of not knowing



Already written upon the laws of synchronicities 



Universal walls


We both never saw



Copyright John Duffy


Art by mdangg

The Gatekeeper Speaks


(A lone voice whispers)

 

There is a hidden secret submerged deep inside 


You all


A light of such magnificence


A divine monument


A mysterious opulence of such serenity


A reminder your soul can live on for all eternity


Even if you fall after being suddenly recalled



A precious light that is

truly priceless


A light that shines with such a majestic brightness


This light doesn't belong to the entitled


Rich or famous


It blooms in all niches

And can shine so much brighter


Regardless of what your gender 


Creed 

Religion or status is


If you are brave enough to still try to share it 


After crossing many of societies judgemental bridges


No matter what time or year 


For this light is simply a gift representing one of Gods many wishes


Are you going to share yours in 2022 


No matter how hard they push or regale you


Or you might instead 


Get to know what the true price of sin is


Copyright John Duffy 


If Faith could speak in 2022

(A lone voice whispers)



If today in 2022

You feel so lost in the beginning, as you look for the real you


And endure so much physical or emotional pain


In just living


If today


Everyone seems to look down 

With unkind eyes


That seems so black

And filled with total darkness


That appears so unforgiving


If today


You swim against persecutions


Strong currents created by politicians and dictators


And been labelled as


Homeless

Disabled 

Redundant

Too old

Poor

An addict

Useless 


Or just one of the many


Hidden 

Nameless 


Living below the rim 

In the ever-growing shadows


And deemed to be unworthy of any baptism of success


Because they label you as living within their interpretation of sin


Remember this


I too have felt your pain


Walked along those same dark long roads


I too have lived through and fought


All personal battles and wars


My advice to you 

Is simply this 


Keep up the belief


That it will be worth all those painful struggles


For in the end


Eventually, good things come to all those who truly believe


For in the end

You will find some form of happiness 

And when you eventually die


You will see your version of god and they will embrace and forever remind you


They have always walked beside you 


Whispering 

Trying to give you so much strength


For you 

Them and 

Me


Have always been together 


For we were always forever baptised to be simply  


Eternal friends


Now say after me

Amen


And go forth and challenge life as your courage and hope are reborn again


Copyright John Duffy


Monday, January 3, 2022

The Confessions of Jacob in Death

(A lone voice whispers) 


To the ones who might have needed a bright light 


To help push back the encroaching darkness


To the ones who might have needed a friend 


To stand by their side


In the great stillness as they tried to contend with a tragic illness


And strove to build new bridges


To reach unique plateaus where they could mend


To the beautiful ones


I'll probably never see or hear from again


Old friendships

Lovers and all those bound by something so sacred between us


That was previously so metaphysical that it always appeared so endless


Just know this


You were never truly alone 


For in all my early morning dreams and late-night prayers


We still walked hand in hand through all weathers


For all those separated year's together


For you're still to me so damn precious


And when God asked me


 In this great magnificent silence

I now live within 


Now I'm free from the dark reaches of sin


In this swirling grey smoke and as I stood before him for my final confession


I just said, 


Lord

I hope they who cannot be named will forgive me


For in that old life

I was sometimes so reckless


And the Lord said, 


I forgive you, Jacob


For you were at one time just human filled with so much moving confusion


And now in here as you and I look at all your past moments in life


As they are reviewed in a new form of holy communion


You'll eventually realize it's why you sometimes had to walk through your own fire


So your soul could learn


As all those human weaknesses linked to living with temptation and sin burns


It is the same with all souls


And it's why I decreed that you be born


So you can all see the true beauty of love and feel the tragedy of heartbreak before you return


A more pure soul ready to find them once more sometime in the future


In my Silver City of no end


And again be a new lover or friend


But this time around


Purged of all confusion weaknesses and heartbreak


So love can help you all find a common ground to stand upon


For that incredible spark, you all once shared


Will into eternity always live on



Copyright John Duffy


The echoes of a voice who sometimes visits.

Salute.


The Sacred Tree