Monologue of the Eternal Watcher

My dearest 

Are we like the mythical Adam and Eve

Lost and walking upon grey shores

Of a lost planet that constantly grieves 

Hidden in deepest of spaces in-between 

Our deep neverending love holding us knee-deep

As if buried alive if we could be seen

In a sacred place beyond the grace of living beings

Where we'll witness the birth of nebula's

Stars and rediscovered Old Gods

A new Atlantis filled with wild pagan beasts and jealous old men

We will stride beyond the reach of the Masters of the Masonic Temples

As they line up in black cloaks chanting amen

Whilst erecting their secretive light barriers 

As we part the soft pages in our own Books of Pleasure

To be perused and used at our inquisition and leisure

We will watch the fall of the empires of man

With the rise of the Hidden Hand

The Brotherhood of the Cosmic Red Serpent

We will lie upon the yellow sands of time

As the new version of the Great Crucifixion begins

To see and smell the visceral sights

Palaces may burn and be aflame before us

A new vision of an old-world consumed with corruption and sin

For as we watch we will know

We are riders of The Great Red Dragon

Once foretold

For we are the mythical Watchers

Who never grow old

We who collect the Universes hidden stories

In time to be simply retold

We just reborn as poets or writers today

No longer citizens of any known countries

Just sent again to take part

In the greatest of all unforeseen plays 

From The Great In-Between

To nourish inquisitive minds

Which are perpetually hungry

For enchanting new stories 

To help carry them through the long night

As they search for internal peace and redemption 

In the hope to ascend and earn eternal glory

Copyright John Duffy

 

Do you believe in Spirit Guides?

  **Do you believe in Spirit Guides?**

(A lone voice whispers)

I've lived

Once loved and cried

Indulged in primordial urges and died

By the sharp

Sword of Damocles

No less

For a thousand years

As I fought emotions like a transmitted disease 

For I'm immortal

And I've mixed and fought with so many souls

Some with a kind heart

Fierce spirit

And a willing mind

Some so corrupt they would sell you out

For anything, they could find

I'm the wild untameable Thunder

In a storm-filled Autumns sky

The gentle breeze overflowing

With Spring's symphonies

Of baby blackbirds that cry

The scent of luscious

Winters mornings

Filled with a dash of mildew

The peace and tranquillity

Submissively reflected

in a serene Summer's sky

As whispering clouds

Jostle for kingship and quietly float by

For I'm eternal

Don't you see

Born from unexplainable storm clouds

Just beyond your sight

Baptized by giants hands in The Eternal Fountain

Heaven's white lightning 

Upon Heaven's illustrious deep mysterious mountains

I'm just one of many fragments resting deep inside 

Until you sleep

And then we all walk hand in hand 

Through all your keeps 

To speak and exchange words of wisdom

To seduce and advise

As we together conquer dark dreams

Whilst lost and vulnerable Before the early morning sunrise

Walking together bravely 

Only to then awaken 

Fresh and revitalized

To traverse this dangerous life 

sometimes soul-draining horizons

Filled with so many corrupted spirits 

Who just love to criticize

You'll see me sometimes

By your white picket fence

Standing alone in my grey coat of Salvation

In the swirling mists of

Time

Sometimes you'll hear me in the hidden Alabaster corridors

Within your mind

For I am part of your

Higher-Self

Bestowed to you by an almighty power

My only task

My penance

My treasure

Is to stimulate

Encourage and fortify

Within ever-quickening

passing seconds and hours

Behold

I am forever yours

As you are mine

And together we go to war

Every day you breathe

To rage against the Paradigms littered amongst the ever-eroding Sands of Time

If in me you

Do believe

Your spirit guide 

Just one of the Lord's many appointees 

Who's tasked to never leave

Copyright John Duffy

 

Jerome speaks

 

I will be sharing some voices, I sometimes hear, whispering in my deep dreams.

Am I a medium like my beloved mother?

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Jerome speaks

When I lived

So long ago 

Depression followed me 

Like an old friend

From the wild

East End

Standing always close beside me 

Like a second skin

In the dark

When I tried to raise my lonely old spirit

It just whispered familiar old lies

To keep me on its rusty old swings

To stay

Forever lost 

Within its endless bare parks

When I smiled at the world

And dared to raise my head

Above its grey concreted parapets

It just said its old prayers

And filled me full

Of my favourite

Well-loved and cherished regrets

But now that I’m

Dead

I now know

A sacred secret

You must fight the darkness

It’s a shame

Death has took me

To finally know this

Find someone to love

Just dip your toes

Ankle deep into life and get thoroughly

Beautifully wet

Remember

Life is exquisite

Beyond its veils of self-perceived depressions

You just have to regain

Your faith and self-belief

And trust in the process 

For as they slowly rise

You will remember that unspoken truth

And gradually forget all those once worshipped lies

The one truth

whispered to you at birth

That you might have chosen to forget

I only have a lonely voice in here

But its message is simply this

Enjoy all aspects of your life

No matter hard

It gets

You were always born free

For you don’t want to take anything

Into this afterlife

And suffer for eternity

Endlessly spinning within its dark depths

Like me

Copyright John Duffy

 

Memories of Clementine ti

 (A lone voice whispers) 

Within whiskey filled nights with a lonely cigarette alight

I always slowly sip malt liquor and think of you

From the first day, we met that smiling old vicar

To all those crazy nights we used to argue and bicker

And as the golden hue fills the deep shadows of this old room

As the moonlight dances like familiar lovers around my ever-rising smoke

I still miss your voice as time passes and memories flicker

A gift or a curse some might say

Tainted with the Devil's masterstroke

From downbeat days to euphoric sensuous nights

You were always worth the risks even though we used to fight

And as I sip and remember all those highlights

As I sit and slowly watch star-filled nights

These memories of gold conquering this creeping cold

From childhood to adulthood

When you were all mine

My baseline

Chalk line

But always my own Shrine Of Decline

But still, I remember and still, I ride

Sometimes there are things in life that always come back

No matter how hard you deny it

Or where you hide

With me, it's cigarettes and twenty-five-year-old malt whiskey

They always help centre me when these old faded blue eyes go misty

When I reach that old familiar place inside

Where I stand naked before this old line

Which always whispers

Does she miss me

Copyright John Duffy

The Sonnet of the Lone Guardian Angel

 

(A lone voice whispers) 

Some walk alone

seeking salvation

Others in groups seeking redemption

Through a silent breath, they all sing the same songs

A convergence of emotions to redo old wrongs

A joining of minds to continue the journeys

Emancipation has always been the lone cries

Voices echoing in the darkest of nights

We hear you and you are never alone

We see you

We are always by your side

This life has never been just a one-person ride

We are always with you in those lonely dark nights

An invisible hand to hold just hidden from sight

Keep your faith in yourself and whatever maybe

The sun will shine just you wait and see

I was bestowed at birth to only you

By your Almighty old friend

To help you in all that you contend

In all that you do

I am a secret friend who nobody sees

To inspire all that is deep awaiting release 

I visit nightly when you are asleep

When the world is quiet and you no longer weep

I walk in your deep dreams and we link arms and converse

We speak in all languages where nothing is terse

So if you have a glorious dream

If you wake up and still feel emotions and empowerment from a person unseen

It's simply me

Your guardian angel in life's twisted labyrinthine

Copyright John Duffy

The Cry Of The Pagan Sorceress Queen

 

With wide crystalline eyes

Fluctuating between ever-shifting layers of happiness and fear

 

Ever watchful

With piercing orbs of tranquil blue 

So deeply captivating whispering in their echo chambers

I really see you

 

I compose this small golden trinket 

To some a tiny poem

But to those in the know

A spell to entice wherever you go

Whilst lost in the yellow sands of time

 

As I swirl through this fluctuating vortex

 

Will you read my offerings

As your minds listen to my gift of meter and rhyme

 

Can you feel that quickly rising crescendo of desire

Willing you to burn forever in my molten flames and yell

Inside internally

 

To revel in this new heaven

A means to help extinguish those painful fires of 

Such misery still found upon

Those tired old redundant roads of humanities dark traits

You may still walk on

Will you pray to me and implore for more

To push open the once locked doors between us

Shall I welcome you through my red gates

My new neophyte to sit by the Old Babylonian River to talk

As it quietly flows

Do you seek a pathway through the dark woods

 

To walk to a sacred place where you are  sensuously

 

Bathed and embraced

 

As we read you and see all those distant places

Where you once courageously visited and stood

Do you dream of entering such a safe and unjudgemental sanctuary 

Hidden within divine branches and creeks

Where you are perpetually energized 

 

To no longer feel weary 

Unloved or weak 

Do these sudden paroxysms turn your emotions

Once cold as ice to a new fire

 

I merely still ask

Will you take my hand forever

 

And be tasked

To walk past these dying embers and fading lights

Of all the world's many midnights

To a new realm 

Filled with such hushed and unexplored mortal and spiritual delights

What says you

Shall I come about two to collect you

Copyright John Duffy

Of course I know you!

 

I have seduced many within my reach

Walked into so many tear-filled bedrooms 

I’ve lost count as I began to teach

I’ve took and ruined 

So many untainted virgins to then throw themselves against 

My many green altars 

After they have been baptised by charlatans

 

Underneath my Cherry Moon 

I have also known you 

Yes even you 

If you dare to look deep

My silent reader

Do you recognise me yet

A God who has once held your hands before

One who introduced you to restless nights

Anxiety and parched lips

Silent screams of despair

Uttered oaths of sweet revenge 

Who am I you may still wonder

Phthonos

A strange name to most

Just Google it and I bet I have once been your friend

Maybe I’ll return to keep you company before the very end

Maybe we can plot revenge at all those you deem

No longer a lover or friend 

Copyright John Duffy 

A Goddess Speaks

With the last transmuted rays of this

The dying red Sun

When the sleeping Black Knight

Opens up

Its prying ever-watchful eyes

When universal illusions and worldwide delusion

Start to wildly run

And when the battle between night and day is finally won

Amongst all that crazy noise and haste

When all your mortal fears finally lie in State

Remember to never surrender your indomitable soul

For it's yours alone 

Regardless of love or hate

Don't let your daydreams go to waste

If it's happiness you seek

Will you take a sip

Of my spiritual potion

To own a drop of my sweet taste

As you slowly renew

For by facing your inner weaknesses and frailties together

Through all known weathers

Just say save me

And I'll teach you to carry on bravely

For it's how I'll create your own divine circle of safety

Now worship me

Circe

The bringer of divine powers to always encourage

To be all you can be 

Overland and undersea

Copyright John Duffy 

The Elemental called Misha

She came looking for me one dark fateful night 

Last June

From the very Flesh of the Lost Gods

She said

Like a magician at around two in the afternoon 

Slowly approaching with a certain swagger 

As if looking for a new acquisition

In the confines of my deepest of sleep

A dark queen 

An Elemental called Misha

Of which there is no opposition 

Dressed from head to toe in purple

Blue and crowned in green ivy

Creating such a fashionable juxtaposition 

Walking as though she was on a secret mission 

Through widened corridors filled with darkened pines

Surrounded and followed by hundreds of lines of sad hollowed out old men who she left

Constantly seeking and thirsting for her divine attention 

As they pleaded and whined

That Lady

Voluptuous and so heart-stoppingly seductive

She now nightly 

Just visits around three am

Where she begs we should stride out like reunited old souls

In indistinguishable old grey and green coats

To soar the lower levels of the Astral Realms

Striking like red spells from baptised bows

Into its viscous ever-spinning rainbows of never-ending Immortality 

Where only the blessed few may go to see its magical Desert Rose

To unspoken places where we would pass shades of long winters 

Once spent whimpering in silence for each other until sounds erupted in chaotic violence 

Leaving them adrift in the swirling smog as they are cast aside

Like deadweights in the fog of the Eternal Gardens 

As old cries are pardoned

When we escape beyond loveless lands filled with strange withering shapes 

To then stride forth like married beggars

The Alpha and her Omega

Lost on one of the Universe's many unreachable railways 

Littered with love letters

 And through its blackest of sludge

Towards the bright lights in the near distance

We should tirelessly 

Arm in arm trudge

Stepping in-between grimy shadows and the hordes of beseeching souls below

Forever bellowing and crying out in unison for all to see

To the trueness of the New Sun 

With shrieks filled with primal fear and ecstasy 

 

As we must fly to where we are appointed to be

Past the grim ashes of damnation which below us will flow 

Where we will watch the hordes like ants go hither and forth

We are destined to share the air of history for a brief moment in its long night

She always preaches

Twins souls who once dared to reach for the unreachable lights 

In another fragmented twilight

Mountains below us will dance a strange Argentine tango as we soar

Dark anxious memories now forgotten

Will lay crying below us

 

Upon Pythorus darkened undulating snake-filled wet 

Black and white dance floors

No more to rise and roar

In the distance

With hands clasped together tightly

We will look deep into each other’s eyes

 

With no signs of resistance or interference as our eyes glow

She says it's a sacred truth

And it's why she always comes around 

To celebrate the day when I know and remember that I have been found

For she feels we'll get there someday

To visit old stalls within strange celestial halls

When we are eventually recalled

The Elemental and her darkened Prince

Who soon will move together forever as one

In DreamLand

For our joining has always been planned by the Unseen Hand

And then I wake 

Always still seeing her 

Standing by the Great Black Gates as the daybreaks

As she smiles and whispers

I'll be waiting

For as long as it takes

Copyright John Duffy

A whisper in the dark

 A holy man speaks in Latin)

Cito est illud tempus quo nemo non potest amplius currere et abscondere

Nullae altae cuniculis aut altis muris te servabunt

Deus enim venit in lucem, quam semel dedit

Nocentius verum pudoris ambulationem cognoscet

Cum concentu detestabili clamores intentionum

Ubi quisque bene servatum nomen suum clamat

Nunc sanguine et dolore ablue

Iustitia et poena soli erunt clamoribus qui implent aerem

Animae vulneratae in ignominiam plangunt

Hoc multoties ante factum est

Et iterum hanc gloriosam ianuam tenebo

Omnes nocentes grave pretium solvet

Iis qui nummum aureum accipiunt in quacunque forma nova

Munus vel quidlibet aliud, quod alios mittunt ad immolandum

Corrupti acolythi aliquid tam vetus

Quod non potest esse nisi unum judicium, quod semper praedictum est

Omnes tristes animae, quae libenter AnitiChristo servire voluerunt

Sub gladio Christi merentur poni

Copyright John Duffy

Translation

That time is soon coming when no one can no longer run and hide

No deep tunnels or high walls will save you

For God is coming for a light he once gave you

The guilty shall know the true walk of shame

With a symphony of hateful cries of intent

Where everyone shouts out their once well-kept name 

Now awash with blood and pain

Justice and punishment will be the only screams that fill the air 

As their wounded souls lament in shame 

This has happened many times before

And once more I'll hold open this glorious door

All the guilty will pay a heavy price 

For those who take a golden coin in whatever new form

A bribe or anything else as they send others out to be sacrificed

Corrupted acolytes of something so old

That there can only be one judgement as it's always been foretold 

That all those sad souls who willingly chose to serve The AnitiChrist

Deserve to be put under the sharp sword of Christ

Copyright John Duffy

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