. Poetry from The Great In-Between

Sunday, April 3, 2022

Remembering my Lola Barbosa

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(A lone voice whispers)


She used to saunter in with such deep exhilarating style


My Lola Barbosa


If I remember right


On the stroke of midnight sometimes 


Stumbling right into my colourful

 

Carefully hidden playground


In Morpheus the Greeks 

Sleeps Secret Parade 


And then on into the Pathless Forests of The Great In-Between 


I used to lead her

Be it night or day


Soft hand to soft hand

Into the Smiling Silence 


Through the Blue Gateway to the Entangled Duality 


Of All Things which need to Dream


A spiritual ghetto filled with so much glamour and charm 


Calm and tension


And otherworldly things to grab your attention 


Real beauty's, like one of its rulers


The nameless one

Called The Night Queen


Who's said to slide in on cloudless climes


And then glide away on starry skies


Leaving trails of purple slime that's useful behind


To those who need to feed on light and bright souls


And in it

Some say


Awaits an invitation to meet her in The Real Shadow World 


A dimension unknown to most


But thinking back

I only miss my Lola Barbosa


For she comes no more 

Since we parted


For she's lost in the violence and happiness of the Pathless Forests


She let go of my hand

You know when she got distracted  


Me 

Her tether to the light and shore out of the Pathless Forest


And she also foolishly ate one of the Purple Hearts


Left behind by the Night Queen


And in silence and frozen wet tears


As I now look at this in here 


A place where we once loved and partied 


But now feeling half broken-hearted and unspoken for years


For neither one of us would weaken


And just like Luke Archibold


Who's still so stubborn 


That he sometimes comes in from the cold


Unguided


To the edges of the Pathless Forest


For pieces of his soul to be consumed as it's brought and sold



My life grew gaunter and colder still 


As the memory of our first kiss flew away like a raven


Seemingly possessed and always looking for something new 


To take to its Summation Station


But even in this moment of pure reflective sorrow


I know 

Come tomorrow


There will still be pleasure


To be found on these deserted shores 


By this deep ocean


Filled with such visceral energy and all-consuming musical emotions


In its untamable roar and blue waves


For more visitors will soon come seeking my soft hands


To lead them through the curving Yellow Brick Road


To the Pathless Forests


Through Sleeps Secret Parade


To strange places that need to be visited 


For we're all but single strands of something so much greater


And so majestic 


Just now mingling with concealed Old One's


Floating in a multidimensional colourful Universe


As parts of our spirit's essence, they try to steal


Unseen

As they walk around us


Concealed by their priceless Frequency Cloaks 


To then absorb our energies


To try to feel


Ruled over by many and my favourite


The Night Queen


Thanks for visiting The Great In-Between


Maybe next time I can take your soft hands and lead you


Down the Yellow Brick Road


All you have to do is promise not to let go


 For I don't want you ending up like my old love


 Lola Barbosa


Copyright John Duffy 

Are you a warrior?


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An old piece still and always will be, relevant. Salute.


The narrator is the highly talented Canadian, Clinton R Jackson and the music is composed by a highly gifted English man. Darren Curtis.

The Moon Knight

  



 







read a piece regarding Egyptian mythology and watched Moon Knight, recently.


(This old voice whispered)



A piece of poetry to serenade your eyes before my busy schedule begins.
Salute.


Have you once sat
Enjoying the setting sun
Like a beautiful wildflower


But as the petals slowly
Began to fall
As suddenly hopes hit a preconceived wall

Have you seen happiness 
Call

Witnessed
Its plights
As it slowly
Succumbed

Like the first King
Of Israel

The one named
Saul

Slowly falling upon its own sharp
Sword

Have you seen people die
Endured never-ending pain

Been fractured
By loves emotions

But still, you rose
And walked through the fire

Still trying to be victorious
And
Conquer it all


Have you looked deep
Within the stars

Looked deep
Within life

Faced every challenge
Climbed every pitfall

But like Jesus 
Lost and Vulnerable


In the Wilderness
For forty nights

Did
Sometimes the Devil
Appear

With his promises
And prayers

Spells and potions

Alcohol 

Some tasty looking Devils cake

And seductive undulations

Is it within those swirling tempestuous moments of doubts

Do we really find out what life's all about

Do we blindly follow the crowd to hell and damnation

Or rise to find our souls
Salvation

Are we at the crux of it all

Simply
A multitude of choices

A symbolic conflagration of all our tales

Do we get weighed upon Osiris's scales

Against the feather of Ma’at

Goddess of Order
Truth and Righteousness

To judge our ways

Or
Do we sit in our gilded
Watchtowers

Silently watching
Strangers friends 
Family and actors

Engaging in stranger still surreal
Shakespearean plays

Issuing tickets and permits

As octaves and symphonies
Wash over us in waves

Have you once sat
Enjoying the setting sun

Like a beautiful wildflower

But as the petals slowly
Began to fall

As hopes
Hit a preconceived wall

Have you seen happiness
Call

Witnessed
It's plights
As it slowly
Succumbed

Life can sometimes
Leave you numb

As you really look

But this life's your own
Beyond all doubts
And fears

You control
What eventually
Goes within your scales

Will you pass Osiris's test
Or will Ammit from under the table 

Suddenly appear

Copyright John Duffy

Saturday, April 2, 2022

Lucinda. The Queen of Broken Hearts.

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(A lone voice whispers)



I hope she still waits



My old wife in my old life called Lucinda



A great great descendant of the Quechuan people


Who once lived in the Cuzco valley in Peru 



From which grew



The Great Inca Empire from around 1100 to the 1530s



Before they were hunted and cut down by the Spanish 



Like curs



As they all cried out in pain in their native tongues



Please don't hurt us



That rebellious wild woman of such irreducible taste 



Clad in thick pink mink furs



Whose bright grey eyes 



Still shine I can only hope



With the illustrious glow of that illuminated flame



Which was once stolen



Like a thief in the night from the old gods



By the untamed one named Prometheus 



From heavens dark skies



Which always enhanced her beautiful face



Making her look like a modern-day Morgana 



The cunning sorceress



From the Arthurian legends



From where all her pagan blood probably flows



Even to this day 

She still even now



Holds and controls me like a pawn on her ethereal chessboard 


.

Enthralled in a grip of steel as I try to break free and takedown



Her carefully constructed walls



Which she always stands on



So proud and tall 



And in these dark woods at the final stroke of midnight



Lost here in The Great In-Between



We sometimes still meet as I'm summoned by her soul



As she stands singing eloquently 



In her candlelit circle in the white falling snow



Worshipping Mother Moon and watching the dark skies



As its white clouds roll



Uttering strange ancient spells



Unknown to most



As she conquers me as I come into view from the East Coast 



Before I can yell



It's why I still visit



For I'm just hypnotised



And mesmerised by the delicious sounds 



Of her golden ringing summoning bells




Copyright John Duffy

Thursday, March 31, 2022

The Monologue of The Night Raven


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(A lone voice whispers)


Some people like to wear their hearts on their sleeves


And smile at the watching world


It's so much more courageous and revolutionary than anything


I could ever conceive 


For I used to like to keep mine undercover 


Like carefully hidden artillery guns


So it could recuperate and give it time


To try to let it breathe


To be freed from all the subtle and traumatic wars 


I once had to endure 


As I sought a means to quell all those tragic sensations and vivid recollections


Which must be cured


For I know now 

Deep down 


All those sad things needed to run their course 


As I sit in here


In the Grey Hall in The Great In-Between  


Tapping my feet like the approach of Tanaka


The Tall Man's mythical black horse


Listening to the bustling swirling wind as it blows over yonder 

As I ponder 



About all the why's and what for's


The memes and themes of all that depressing pain that eventually followed


Each time that I once delicately swallowed 


Delicious mouthfuls of memories tablets


Things will never be the same and I take my hat off


To all those who suffer getting it wet as they wear their hearts on their sleeves 


Like a rare electromagnet


It's just a crazy concept and one I can never believe or grow to accept


For inside now I'm without you


I'll just wander in solitude


Living on my own and some nights when I'm sat alone 


Sipping something dark and so fulfilling 


Thinking about the last time I saw your beautiful face and we rolled around playfully


Wrapped up together we thought forever 


Until illness came and called you home


And it's why even in these lower levels of The Astral Halls


I'll forever just grieve as your beloved name I still call


For I once played and sung heart filled symphonies


To all the watching angels

In the hot summer sun


Smiled and loved a strange woman who I never met but slowly got to know


As my life picked up pace and started to run


Roared when she died and cried when my higher self soared in anguish 


When God came and whispered on the 15th of June last year


In our bedroom of 54 years


Genevieve

Its time to leave


But we're being reunited and new horizons beckon


After I too crossed over


And good old Archangel Michael said she's regained her memories and she now wants to see me


New people and newer places


Faces filled with a new form of adulation 


So look after yourself and thanks for listening as I go to grant my beloved 


Her beautiful last wish


Happiness always finds a way even in death



Genevieve and The Night Raven


Soon to be together again


To walk hand in hand


To Eternity in this neverending falling rain 


Copyright John Duffy

Wednesday, March 30, 2022

The Succubus

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**The Succubus**0

(A lone voice whispers)


As entered my 
Secret White Room


Late last night


A place I constructed 
In the Great In-Between to relax


There
Low and behold 
On my black leather chair


Dressed all in white and
Laid asleep


Was
A luscious
Shimmering form


As I approached 
Its glistening seductive shape


I saw it suddenly
Shake off its
Mesmerising alabaster cape


Before I could choose to think to quickly escape


It revealed
Its true inner self


She looked so luscious from head to toe


My heart whispered that now wasn't the time to be scared or to run or go


Her raven-coloured hair
And seductive dark eyes
Whispered


Of deep and guilty
Pleasures and luscious wild places


I must be bold and audacious 


To be invited to visit


My inner thoughts sang out proudly like a seductive Barry White


Late that night 


As my flesh adamantly cried out


And demanded that I must go on


As I approached


She stirred 
Moving in her disquieting sleep


I saw a red sign covered in gold leaf butterflies imprinted on


The black studded chairs framework


It simply said


The Seductive One
Almira


Welcomes you


Trace your fingertips
Across her crimson
Red lips


If they taste sweet
Your soul 


She will tame and slowly claim 

As I gazed at
Her magnificent naked form


At a dark-haired beauty
Above all worldly
Norm


I felt adventurous
And boldly reached out


To slowly trace and follow as instructed


The contours of her
Luscious red lips


As I did so


Her warm mouth suddenly
Engulfed my shaking fingertips 


knuckle-deep as she gyrated 


So sensuously in
Her deep sleep


Feeling braver 

I ran my other shaking hand
Across her soft silky skin


And she responded by
Moaning


Like she demanded and needed more than a drop of immoral dark sin


By sucking harder and deeper


With her sharp teeth 


As they gripped my
fingertips hardening skin


Her form
 

Now moved
Undulating


Like a licentious belly-dancing Queen


Making me wonder


What would happen next
In this 


My all-time favourite lucid deep dream


At that very moment
She suddenly rose

I felt a chill in the pit of my bones


For her body emanated such sweet-smelling pheromones


I felt empowered to reach out and replace my fingertips 


With my hungry dark lips 


And when I wrapped my
strong hands around
Her so very soft hips


Strange Mediterranean-type music suddenly started playing as she whispered this


Take me now over this black leather studded chair



A place where dark
Dreams can come true



Don't you recognise
Me yet


It's me 
Your only goddess


The one you always dream of in all your unspoken prayers


Sit me on that black leather chair and kneel before me 


And eat all you need
Before I feed


And only then


After that holy moment of our souls merging 


Can we no longer
Pretend


For this 
Secret White Room


Is my lair


My White Castle floating between here and everywhere 


In this electric-filled air


Just renounced to all others right now but you


And hidden in the many folds of time


Where you can always return 


So I can feed and you can satisfy your soul's dark desires and needs


A place where I can claim you


Again and again
As just mine


Then she sat back into that 
Black leather chair


And before I took my place
I can always remember


In that silent transmutation of sexual dark energy 


In that very pivotal moment
I knew then


What all starstruck lovers 


Regardless of gender age or creed


All silently unconsciously feel


Once your tongue is allowed entrance


Into loves delicious tasting fountain


Once you've had a 
Sweet luscious taste


A drop of its heavenly
Ambrosia


Your life with any other 


Will just seem to turn into dark strands of emotional dust and seem to diminish 


To slowly blow in the uncaring four winds and eventually go to waste


It's why I always try to return to this white Room 


For she now holds total dominion over me in it


And after praying for sleep as the nighttime clocks 


Scattered all over the house, I keep


Approaches twelve
 

I just pray I dream to see her once more


To see her standing naked over me


The Goddess I now worship and pray to see 


With all that long Crow black hair


Standing and just waiting


Before sitting back down into that black leather studded chair


And demanding
I have another taste
So she can feed


In these milliseconds as I pray for deep sleep


Before I begin to kneel 


To satisfy and try to pacify all her dark desires


And unspoken needs 


In that secret White Room


I realize deep down


What all her other slaves know and hide from all others


But in silent moments alone think 


As their soul shrinks as it gets weak 


She now has power
Total power 


Total power over me 
As she feeds

Copyright John Duffy

A dash of sensuous dark energy on a windy cold night, in the low hours, in the UK. Salute.




Tuesday, March 29, 2022

Whispers in Enochian

(A lone old voice whispers)

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As I look out from in here 


In the never-ending falling rain via my new keeper's black scrying mirror


Isabel asked me what I would say to the world


Are you ready


Well sometimes you've just got to be rebellious enough 


To say goodbye to the old ways 


And try to heal raw opened emotional sores 


So you can then look to life 


To try to give you more


It may feel like you've been through all the worlds 


Many brutal wars 


But nobody's perfect and everybody 


I mean everybody 


Has their depressing scars and sometimes unspoken flaws


Some may just cleverly choose to hide it so well and smile 


And try to 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 ferocious claws


And some may say nothing at all


But just think 


Aren't people just human


Even though they might try to stand tall


Misfits born into the grandest of schemes


Wandering around like lost little children 


After they've been given a new life's temporary spiritual work permit 


But you know 


I've already lived five times in 6 hundred years 


Lived

Loved and cried so many wet tears


Sacrificed my time each time I died and ate platefuls of fear


And now I'm soon to be reinstated for the seventh


Here's what I know as I wait to return for a short stint 


Before I go back to my rightful place in Heaven 


Life and all its emotional connections 


Are simply explained in just one line of fate-driven poetry 


Which is written in golden bold italics in God's eternal archives


If you know where to look to find it


Want to know what it is before I disappear forever 


It simply says in Enochian


The language of Angels


Gnay de boaluahe life


Try to love life



Copyright John Duffy 


Christo comes through

 (A lone voice whispers)



Nobody knows me but I


A secret self I tried to hide from all


Until I died


For I was like the rarest of diamond


Found in a lifetime of searching


Only in the roughest of the rough


The unquenchable thirst 


Who was never sated and never knew 


Or embraced that word many submissively surrender to


Called Enough


I was born unbreakable in the darkness 


After two


On Christmas Eve 

In 1952


My mother said when she first saw me and really embraced her firstborn 


That my chestnut eyes seemed to whisper 


I see you too 

When she looked on


Such a gifted child to be constantly drawn to others with a similar light


She prophesied 


Leaving me a love letter from mother to son


Which amongst other lines simply said 


Chase happiness son as the world still turns and your candle still burns



Is that why you return as do I 


Here every night


Did you 

When I first met you by a little rock 



See something shimmering that sparkled and shone like a diamond 


As it tried to hide

Camouflaged


Like a hunter on a quest on a deserted island 


You see I need no remits

Or permits to breakthrough 


For my silver scrying mirror


The one given to me by Houdini who lives in here


Helps me escape to see you


For life 

As I look back was so cruel


Like fighting a one-sided duel within tragic ever-changing rules


Especially like when I set sail 


And just like RMS Titanic racing to her doom


Painted by Tatiana Yamshanova


Memories that still haunt me


Even in this very moment 


In this lonely room like a neverending hangover


My ship

The Fatal Maidens Kiss


 

Sank and if you're reading this


Just know I'll always carry your red balloon and crave a smell 


Once again


Of your Chanel No. 5 perfume


And that particular taste of that magical binding potion


We once as innocent strangers drank


When my first words introduced me


And from that day we first met 


Like two ships passing in the night


My beloved mother's last few lines 

She left for me to read in her will


Still echo


As I feel each line of everything she once said 


Especially the last line

When simply read



Chase happiness son

For it doesn't come too easily to the dead



Copyright John Duffy


Sunday, March 27, 2022

The Tall Man, Approaches.

 A series of photos capturing my last days of being 40 before I turn 50?

How do I look?

All unedited of course. 🙌









The Philosopher