Sunday, March 6, 2022
Saturday, March 5, 2022
A Tale of Grief
Saturday thoughts
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
Friday, March 4, 2022
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
Wednesday, March 2, 2022
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
Tuesday, March 1, 2022
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
Sunday, February 20, 2022
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
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