Saturday thoughts

Are we, poets

Writers

Singers and risk takers too charismatic

Ridiculously engaging or just totally enigmatic

Slightly strange to the straight card players and those obsessively

Who watch and read between all written lines

Driven by new compulsive urges

Of twenty-first century voyeurism

Or are we just old travellers from beyond the Great Green Hills of Avalon

Into this new age reborn 

To have some more fun 

Did our Guardian Angels

Collectively weep with profound joy 

When we all found our old calling

Do they still quietly hold our soft hands to comfort us

Whenever we seem to be depressed or in pain

Happy or just falling

We'll never know all those answers 

For they will only be revealed

When our time comes and we are suddenly recalled

We are not made of flesh  

You know

But simply old souls  

Eternally

Slipping and sliding  

Slowly discovering new kin

Scattered throughout  

Old Mother Gaia's mesh

Are you just like me

Another tiny beacon of divine light trying to hold back the infinite legions and hordes

Who endlessly weave  

Whilst trying to seduce and deceive

Reading from their current forms of modern leather-bound grimoires

Filled with black spells

   

They mutter and yell in the midnight darkness

Can you feel that subtle electricity crackling all around you

It's just the universe celebrating all you do

For it doesn't matter about your gender

Creed 

Colour or ethnicity

Just keep visiting that immense emotional well

The one you use as your Muse

Called your Emotional Reservoir

As you peel back the many layers

And just try to be the true you

Wherever you are

Just write poetry or something magical

Like you were playing a song on one of Princes

Many legendary Purple Rain guitars

And paint a hit record

With visually inspired

Compelling unforgettable words

To thank the Lord

That you have been blessed with gifts 

To delve into emotional energies 

Many avoid and leave unexplored 

Keep writing 

It may help someone lonely in a battle no one knows about

To give them the courage to love their life 

And ignite their seemingly neverending darkness

By doing something so soul-fulfilling and exciting

It propels them to new heights and helps to extinguishes 

Bouts of deep depression

Which constantly whisper 

Stop Fighting 

Copyright John Duffy

Are you sinful?

(A lone voice whispers)

All this talk of the End of Days 

Regarding World War Three and The Red Bear

Does it really matter in the end

For isn’t all this 

Just living one of Heaven's glorious plays

And aren't we all just born Sinful anyway

So we could learn as we found our way 

For in the beginning when your soul's Libido awoke 

And started a strange discussion 

With your hormones playing on percussion 

Did you walk like a curious Charles Darwin

Looking for The Meanings of Sin that your new urges found and loved

Now they wore its golden wedding ring

To dark unknown places and bars

Bedrooms and cars

Where you like Angels without harps 

Could gather in secretive groups to sing and drink before committing sin

Did you look through life's tall green grasses

Past as the watching eager eyes Strolled bravely through the masses

Looking to be seduced by new mistresses or masters

Of seduction

By their ever-changing winds of perception or subtle soul-changing rhymes 

Did you then ride your pale horse after committing a small sinful crime 

In the eyes of your version of God

Through lost timeless biographies of newfound emotions

Back home 

Like a promiscuous newly released thief 

Always seeking an open door to carnal release

Did you drink from the Matrix’s time machine

As the Cosmic serpent

Always invisible

Slithered around you and tried to seduce your mind

With romantic tales and stunning images

To climax to and to then be reborn by candlelight 

Refreshed 

A divine invocation 

A climax 

You wilfully welcomed

Into all your united nations

But do you now dwell in new lands of Gilgamesh

As you wallow in the damp sorrows and raw memories of ill-gotten sins 

Linked to the mind and flesh 

Like a modern lost Nikola Tesla

Lost in the folds of an unspoken Guilty unseen history

Overwhelmed  

Subdued with your life like a 

Yayoi Kusama's painting

In a dotted mess

But do you still quietly grieve for that old need for total impropriety and personal gratification 

Or even greed

Do you still pray daily for those old invisible fingerprints of a  God

To try to save your soul by interceding and showing you a new green door

For isn't everyone a tiny bit sinful though 

Forever trying to be good

But can anyone ever truly succeed 

For its sweet reach is insidious but so damm inviting 

For it constantly breeds

Multiplying

From sexualized television

Music books and films

And even dark delicious lascivious poetry 

Creating and stimulating such unwanted additive thoughts

Is there any hope for us all

Will we all stand in the long shadows and quiet bedrooms or hallways

Alone

With lovers

Family or friends

Minutes before the world burns and all its great cities fall

 

On one of these upcoming days

When those nukes politicians talk about

Descend

And as we watch our own red stage curtain close as our version of one of God's glorious plays ends

Will you hear these lasting thoughts as I will 

If I'm honest

For in that dire moment

What's the point of lying and being dishonest 

I loved

Liked 

Hated 

Berated and created my own Fate

Within all I could give

And I'm so proud I lived

Alongside sin for in the end

It taught me what I needed to know

To try to survive to win

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

(A lone voice whispers)

All this talk of the End of Days 

Regarding Russia 

Does it really matter in the end

For isn’t all this just one of Heaven's glorious plays

Aren’t we all just Sinful anyway

For in the beginning when your Libido awoke 

And started a strange discussion 

Did you walk like a curious Charles Darwin

Looking for The Meanings of Sin

To dark unknown places 

Where Angels without harps 

Gathered in secretive groups to sing

Did you look through ancient manuscripts

Books magazines and made treatises 

To seek to be seduced by mistresses and masters

Of seductions

By their ever-changing winds of perception or subtle soul-changing rhymes 

Did you then ride your pale horse after committing a small sinful crime

In the eyes of God

Through lost timeless biographies of emotions

Like a promiscuous newly released thief 

Seeking carnal release

Did you drink a whiskey and coke or another tipple 

From the Matrix’s time machine

As the Cosmic serpent tried to seduce your mind

With tales and images

To climax to and to then be reborn

Refreshed 

A divine invocation 

You wilfully welcomed

Into all your united nations

Do you now dwell in new lands of Gilgamesh

As you wallow in sorrows of ill-gotten sins 

Linked to the mind and flesh 

Like a new lost Nikola Tesla

Lost in the folds of guilty history

Overwhelmed 

With the need for total impropriety and personal gratification 

Or greed

As you still pray daily for the invisible fingerprints of God

To try to save your soul by interceding

Isn't everyone a tiny bit sinful though 

Forever trying to be good

But can never truly succeed 

For its reach is insidious but so damm inviting 

For it constantly breeds

Multiplying

From sexualized television

Music books and films

And even dark delicious lascivious poetry 

Creating and stimulating such unwanted additive thoughts

Is there any hope for us all

As we all stand in the long shadows and quiet bedrooms or hallways

Before the world burns and all its great cities fall

 

On one of these upcoming days

Copyright John Duffy

If Jesus could speak in 2022

  

If today

You feel so lost

And endure so much pain

In just living

If today

Everyone looks down on you

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 shadows

And deemed to be unworthy of any Baptism of success

Because they label you as living within 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

Until I got too bold with all I preached and knew 

Until I too was crucified 

Look up my life's story

It's still so well told

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 God and he will embrace and forever remind you

He has always walked beside you 

Whispering 

Trying to give you so much strength

For you 

Him and 

Me

Have always been together 

For we were always forever baptised to be simply  

Eternal friends

Now say after me

Amen

Copyright John Duffy

A soft voice speaks!

 

(A lone voice whispers)

I

Santiago de Delletoro

The First Torchbearer

See you all like lost little people 

In my ancient obsidian scrying mirror

A mystical treasure now forever lost to humanity 

Men and women

Merged with essences of Light and Darkness at different levels

Some dearly loved because of it and some truly hated

With opinions that are so well calculated and littered with extreme profanity

And what many of you do not know

What you are all oblivious to

Is that a delicious scent of your life

Lingers all around you

Like an expensive perfume

As I from in here

Watch in this very small diamond encrusted room

Its tantalising aroma seducing fragrances 

Always prompt me

Encouraging me to reach out and touch

But it's against the unspoken rules 

For so many of you may start to love me too much 

And even though it's something truly spectacular 

Upon which to dearly clutch

Throughout my many adventures out there

On Mother Earth

I've found people are so quick to judge

I met Morpheus so late one night at The Taven

And he told me

He too was afraid of love

Froze

When the red spotlight caught his undulating dreamlike shadow

In the early morning fluctuating rainbows

At the intersection of Earths barriers and the Great In-Between

In the shallow hours

When his powers were growing weak as the living world

Slept and the portals opened

For once silent voices to speak

A wild spirit called Rosella

Roaming the demilitarized zone

Chased him down demanding a joining of souls

All he had to do was pay the toll and the sprite would take total control

Morpheus is beside me now as I talk

Oh what game 

He escaped by scattering some Dyllo powder and using a purple orb.

I don't think we'll be back to drink at the Lost Souls Taven for a least a week 

For we both heard that sprite was asking around

Using his hidden first name

Talik

Well

Until the next time for I must be going

The suns nearly up and my host is about to wake

I'll be seeing you all and watching

And if you hear a whisper before your sweet eyes close

Just know it's me

Santiago de Delletoro

The First Torchbearer

The world's most notorious ghost

Always watching your world spin

Through his black scrying mirror

Copyright John Duffy

  

The Song of the Preacher Man

Press play before reading. Salute.

The Song of the Preacher Man

(A lone voice sings in the low hours. Guitar solo.

 Such a soulful voice. 

Can you hear him like me?)

____________________  

It's a mystery 

When things go wrong

And people think 

They know all your history

When the incense of anger lingers

And seduction sings so strong

Awakening new sinners

And into the deep breach

Old friendships fall

No longer to be reached

Of once happy friends

Now divided until the end 

But beautiful temptation 

Always comes in smiling

For she lives in all nations

And new love sends all her white feathers

To lift your soul in all weathers

Just two souls introduced

Sharing new love letters

Filled with such treasures

Which lead to so much pleasure

In a cruel cruel world

Filled such pressures

Just two new hearts

Now beating as one

As their race runs 

Until 

The very end

No one loved now

To fall into the breach

And stay out of reach

But someone new to listen to

As they teach

It's just life

Complex as it seems

Four score and ten

Filled with people God sends 

It's just life

Complex as it seems

Four score and ten

Filled with people God sends 

Always looking for love

To carry you to the end

It's just life

Complex as it seems

Four score and ten

Filled with people God sends 

Always looking for love

To carry you to the very end

Copyright John Duffy 

 

Ballad of the Beloved

A lone voice whispers.

Press play!

 

A whisper to Mon Cheri

(A lone voice whispers)

In the early hours while all is quiet

When the world sleeps and your soul can wander freely 

Around all of its inner keeps

I can still see you standing at that spiritual crossroad

By the White Lampost 

Always searching for inner peace

The glimmer of something glorious and mysterious

A hideaway from the busy world as it turns

I suffer in the intense sorrow reflected in your waterfilled eyes

Feel it in the very depths of my soul

For I'm not a citizen of the shadows but of the Light

Just revisiting

For it is said in Scripture

In the Book of all Books

Kept in the Realms of Deep Mists

They who face all aspects of light and darkness

They who fight for inner peace by untying the two

Will have a seat at The Great Table

If they have the strength and are willing and able

And to You 

My child of love and light

Of profound grace and such incredible beauty

Which shines straight out of that so beautiful face

I send this

I can see an old carriage approaching that spiritual crossroad 

You 

In the early morning I sometimes visit

In it rides divine blessings from Heaven

On a slow journey to you

A present prayed for after my soul's last confessions 

I can only hope you see it in the low hours when the world sleeps 

As your soul wanders around all its own keeps

Mon Cheri

And it brings you great happiness and helps to fill that deep void 

With all my love and friendship 

A hole you've carried alone since you were eleven

For you're just like me

As it extinguishes pain and such sadness

Which makes you feel like you're living in the End Days

Many know as Armageddon 

Keep praying you magnificent soul

For the Smiling Days are soon to come

And God's the only one who knows where we are all really heading 

Copyright John Duffy 

Channelling Carol

A sweet voice came through. 

(A lone voice whispers)

I know we've drifted like flotsam on the wild seas 

Been pulled apart like Christmas crackers while I was in hospital

Before New Year's Eve

Yet always reuniting despite the courage which wore me out fighting

I'll always remember the love you all sent and I gratefully received

All those sweet exchanges 

Conversations to encourage more  heartwarming vibrations 

But Life and its sharp knife decided to cut our cord 

When it guessed what we had found and knew

Like a cruel warlord and so we were forever separated from its blackboard

Just think of me my old loves as I reside in here

No longer burdened with pain and fear of cancer

As you still all move across its many boards

And with a request for a new addition to the Akasha records

Which I now know exists

I send this

Just know I'll never forget you

For you're all so special and I'll always try to visit 

As long as the skies fill with clouds

Or turn blue

Forever remembering our introduction within these lines

Which may herald our final farewell kiss

Of all those

I'll truly always miss

Copyright John Duffy 

Channelling Eros

 **Lord Eros Speaks**

(A lone seductive voice whispers)

Why must the soul within you all

Constantly seek out momentous soul-defining emotions 

Require it so damn deep

Sometimes foregoing sleep

Covet and desire extraordinary sensations to rebel wildly within

To show the many tragic watchers

Hiding in society's long midday shadows 

Those who fear that uncontrollable need to follow

That unconscious craving bound to sinful bargaining with me

Lord Eros

Which could ultimately destroy all they know like a raging volcano 

If my rosy pill called Ecstasy

They wantonly swallow  

Whilst lost in the throes and acts of physical thoughts 

Linked to carnal sin

Where in their soft arms 

We 

All things biological and spiritual linked to love 

Forever embodied in such as me

Sensational 

Uncivilised 

Unconventional and uncontrollable feelings which could eventually burn or break one in two 

Is that why my gift of devotion is such a powerful tool

For the Beguiled

The Abundant in humanity who throughout all eternity 

And even to this very glorious day

You call Sunday

It still wonderfully and eternally fools

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

The voice of Nicodemus

(A lone voice whispers)

There are some cruel strange chippetoes out there

Who'll wear your darn heart straight out of your chest 

But like black needs light 

And day meets night

You'll also meet some great people 

Who'll try to sow up your frayed tired edges

With some good old fashioned love and light

If you're blessed 

Like all those honest folk named in the hidden pages of your version of the good book 

Whatever your faith 

For good people are everywhere 

You only have to learn where to look 

Copyright John Duffy