The Monologue of JFK

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(A lone voice whispers)

Take me in

Deeply

 

As the common enemies of mankind

And their spiritual darkness

Swirl and dance before your

Minds

 

Listen to my voice above all

The voices of

Tyranny poverty

Disease and even war itself

 

Then

Lullaby

My once beloved name

As you sit still

Listen and quietly breathe

 

Dwell

In those old memories

Of long lost salad days before Sixty-Three

When I lived and dreamed of good health

 

Then

Take me in

Lovingly

Once again

 

Like my own

Strategy of Peace

 

And

With your arms

Wide-open

Hold me real

Close

 

As I repeat my New Frontiers

 

My new report to the watching people

In 2022

Like in '63

When I could still breathe

 

Even though

I now sleep

 

I am reborn sacred

And eternal

 

I am not one of the

Lonely dead

But still one of humanity's

Cherished pioneers

 

 

I no longer daydream

Or feel lost and wandering

All alone

Praying for a rendezvous with death

 

For I have been baptized

As an eternal Watchman

Amongst many

 

And I now sit so high

Illuminated and protected

By the Purple Flame

 

Which catches repugnant secrecies

Lies and dark shadows crawling up

The wailing walls of your world’s

Freedoms

 

Listen

Today

A war has been declared

On the faceless

Monoliths many kingdoms

 

Like once before

 

When I was alive but soon to be

Welcomed in Arlington gates

 

Within crimson flames

I sometimes remember those

Memories

From 'Sixty-One

 

When I spoke too honestly

From the heart with wisdom

But to foolishly

Openly

 

Reborn now

 

I will rise forever

Now I am a Watchman

Of the Great In-Between

 

Here to help you

Face all the perils

Outcomes and repugnant devious means

 

Of all those new or old programs

And regimes

 

To help shape the choices

That you must now face

To try to help you all

 

My brothers and sisters

Of the human race

 

 

I pray you will find a way

To be free through a new

Reconstruction

 

Not to be seduced by new

Administrations

North or South

East or West

 

Governments or countries

Filled with secret societies, lies, and their clever misdirections 

In the news at night 

Tonight

Don’t cry and feel the pain

Of what could have been

 

But let’s talk about every sphere of human activity and taking

Responsibility

 

In the face of a common danger

 

For there is a dark force all around you

All evasive

Beyond any dimension, you can ever see

Or grasp with jaded human eyes

 

A dark principality lives

Filled with wanton seductive depravity

 

But in recognizing it,

The future of humanity

Can be reborn

 

As a new renewed call for

Emancipation survives

And blows its golden horn

 

So a new Camelot

Can appear

 

Like the spot where I once stood 

In the center of America

 

Shining

So brave and bright

It once illuminated all in sight and was called

"Our Camelot"

 

There'll be great presidents again

More to carry the light

And share the power of

Free speech and freedom of thought

 

 

So

Don’t just cry

And feel the pain

 

For within presidential memories and

Treasured old speeches and

Photographs

I am reborn again

 

When my time came

On that fateful day

 

I still believed in Faith and Hope

For those things can't be faked or taken away and

I always believed in The Lord

 

In those dark moments in office

He gave me the courage to make hard decisions

And the self-belief to cope

 

To put people before

Profit and losses

 

He is here with me now

And I'm always so well received

 

So take in my prayers

And these evocations

Of which I speak on your behalf

 

As I rest in peace

Underneath your watching eyes and the soulful

 

Wishes of all nations

 

I'm now a glorious

Being

 

Living still

But without any

Earthbound

Limitations

 

I'm finally 

At home with

Jackie and my beloved children

 

Arabella 

 John-John and dear Patrick

We all miss you, Caroline,

One day we will all be forever reunited with

My brothers and sisters

Father and mother

 

Just call to my spirit

With my earthly name

Like Marilyn or Lem

Sometimes still do

 

In the middle of this eternal night

 

Even though I don’t visit

 

I can still hear them if I really listen

In the dark far away from here

 

And I'll try to appear

To help revoke

Your fearful

Reservations and tears

 

No matter how far apart

We are

Or how near

 

For like a Greek hero

I was reborn into an eternal

Spiritual Civil War

 

But I'm still one of your

True friends from yesteryear

 

Still here 

Trying to help you

Find long lost answers

You might be looking for

 

On that fateful day

In Dallas, Texas, at 12:30 pm

,

November 22nd, 1963

 

When I heard the Lord call me home

For the last time

As the sounds of gunfire

 

Echoed all around me

In a nanosecond

 

I closed my eyes and prayed

For redemption and forgiveness

 

So

Listen to my last words before I go home

To a new Beals Street

In a new Boston.......

 

We are all born with a pure soul

Overflowing with real courage

And you must realize you are all worldwide agents

For the Lord

 

Whatever you choose to call him

 

Beautiful

Bright Lights fighting against the Dark

 

A truly united nation of Immigrants

Fighting for salvation for the World

 

For problems are not all solved

By silver bullets fired by a shiny black gun

And not all battles are easily won

Within any physical or political park

 

Today you all stand on the edge of a new horizon

A new challenge of such magnitude

And in the belief of justice and righteousness 

You must act

 

For you all live on this beautiful green island

 

Ask not, what you can do for yourself, alone

Ask what you can do for your society, your world

 

To help keep the bright lights of hope

And freedom shining

 

There needs to be a greater push for

Universal kindness

So no one has to suffer

 

With depression or loneliness

In isolation or silence

 

All this will not be over in the first one hundred

Dog-eared days filled with improprieties

 

But I can only pray

You will all come together to understand and

To stand as one

 

Never to surrender

 

To Fight The Good Fight

For the monolith and its many secret societies are huge

 

I was assassinated for a reason

 

A reason that did not die with me

But still lives on

Mutually on the sides of 

Darkness and Light

 

Let these words be the start of a new Spring

A new season to embrace your life

To start believing

 

And finding a means

To bring to all the citizens of the world

That most beautiful of five letters

 

Peace

 

By asking them all

To sacrifice their greed

The seductive drive to compete

And craving things they do not need

 

So

Peace can grow and bloom

Like a red rose

Clawing its way through the concrete

 

To heal and defeat fascism and racism

Hidden within any of society's

Darkly lit rooms

 

My old name was

John Fitzgerald Kennedy

 

But you can all call me Jack

 

All my closest friends do

I'm just an old soul returning back to the world

To speak with you for a moment

With a twinkle in his greenish-gray eyes

 

A man who once loved life

 

Until that fateful day in

Dallas Texas

When his world stopped

 

And his rendezvous with death

Was standing

Like a jackal

 

Waiting behind fences for the Umbrella Man

On the grassy knoll

 

In Dealey Plaza

Hiding in plain sight

Behind its evil disguise

 

On

November 1963

When God came calling

To collect me as my soul was suddenly set free

To take me away from all that pain

And some of you wept

 

 

I prayed to the Lord

In that falling rain

To return

 

So here I am

To see with my own eyes

 

If humanity will still try to choose

Freedom under newer skies

As those old chains of corruption and

Hidden slavery and human trafficking burns

As it finally sees and learns

Copyright John Duffy 2020

The Tall Cancer Man. The collector of so many beautiful souls.

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(A lone voice whispers)

Although you left me

One tragic night 

Forever my beloved mother

Leaving me heartbroken with a deep pain 

From which I hope time 

Doesn't heal and I never recover

I'll always look to the faraway stars 

Looking for a sign 

Like a shooting star

To bring hope to me 

And so many others that may still suffer

For losing a mother is like looking at life

Without the colour

Especially in Summer

My memories of you

Will always come before all others

For you were with me in the very beginning 

And I was with you at the very end

And as I held your lukewarm hand 

And you gave out your last breath

In that single moment

 

I knew you had been reincarnated 

When that beautiful blue and yellow butterfly 

Landed on our clasped hands

And its wings gently fluttered

My message to you 

Dearest reader

Treasure your mother if she's a good soul

For the impact of losing her will last forever 

If the Tall Cancer Man decides 

It's time to call and collect her

Copyright John Duffy

The big milestone approaches

So it's my birthday next week.

And just got my outfit.

Entering my fifties with a burst of energetic charisma.

How do I look? 

Hopefully not 50 🤩

Have a great day wherever you are.

Salute.

Memories of Mother Mary

(A lone voice whispers)

Like a beautiful red rose 

Emanating a vibrant magnetic aura

I used to hide in the deep woods

Carefully 

In one of the worlds, countless crazy forests

Surrounded by wild thorns 

Who all tried to seduce me 

As they all grew in abundance and flourished

But like all things that glitter like gold

I saw through all their subtle words and replies and dismissed them

As they surfaced

But now as Mother Mary recently said 

As she smiled 

My lovely carer in life before she too appeared 

As another lost soul 

In the many Houses of the Dead

Be happy you lived and were chased

Even if they were charlatans and had no shame 

Or feared any kind of disgrace

Love in whatever form is all we have now 

To cling onto as we painfully remember that old place 

A red candle that should be cherished and treasured

Maybe tainted with scandals but still a red candle

To help push this grey darkness back 

When we stand awake all night 

For sleep and tiredness

No longer need to fight 

So I remember some of my wild thorns

Picturing you all holding a red candle high 

Blowing loves once golden horn

As you all surround me 

To help me 

Push back this scary grey ever-flowing darkness

And illuminate this room in The House of the Dead

So others like me can see

Especially Mother Mary

Who I remember as an angel 

A beautiful friend with all her magnificent stories and spiritual theories

Copyright John Duffy

The lady in white by the Rowan Tree

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(A lone voice whispers)

Are we just always reborn 

And made to look for love like lonely lost fools

Only to always lose it 

To try to find it again

 

 

Are we made to be heartbroken to seek someone new 

To take away the pain

Is that one of Life's many Mysteries Schools 

Unspoken rules

 

 

Are we born alone like lonely lost figurines 

To seek friends or new experiences to help us reach the end

 

 

And at our end 

Are we just human

Men and women just constantly reborn 

To atone for sins

Perhaps committed when we were first here

All those years long ago

Way back when

When Love was original and free 

And humankind could be anything it once prayed it could be

 

 

I once met someone 

Who noticed me

 

 

One day as I waded knee-deep into the Holy See

By the Rowan Tree

I met a lady in white called Annabel Lea

Her name is still a beloved red rosary full of happier times

And for a short time, we lived and loved getting up early in the low country

But like all things in my life

They are now just broken dreams and waiting for my time to end 

By the Great Mortal Rock

I now stand upon 

As St Peter 

The Keeper of Keys

Looks on

 

 

I sometimes wonder in the quietness of this darkness

Does she still remember me

My beloved Annabel Lea

 

Or the day we first met

Many years ago

In late November

 

When her dim yellow light

I once did see by the Rowan Tree

By the sea

 

In these moments

A painful thought still lingers

Will death make me forget her like the winters winds soon

As it blows so effortlessly in from the West 

 

 

Am I but a mere footprint in Times logbook of wet never-ending rhymes 

And is her love for me one of this life's subtle sins  

The toll keeper in the Great In-Between 

Peter

Will eventually find and call in

When in due course I'm reborn again 

To start a new campaign

 

To pay for all my previous crimes 

When I once left my true love as I died 

And left her tragically behind

By the Rowan Tree

In Holy Galilee

(C) Copyright John Duffy 2022

The Sacred Sacrament of Confession

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(A lone voice whispers)

My Silvia  

I know you're out there

Somewhere

Because I can faintly feel you as I look and speak my truth

 

Through this living breathing scrying mirror 

As I sit looking inwardly for a means to express

Contrition

Confession

Penance and Absolution

The Sacred Sacrament of Confession

I once tried

When Me and that old gent

Father Moore 

Once discussed a solution to help fix my broken heart

When I caught you cheating with Ron and my whole world seemed to shrink

Before falling apart 

And as I sit huddled by candlelight

By this rock in this semi-darkness 

Underneath a red worn-out sign

That just reads in faded yellow letters 

Soul Drought is now your only illness

Thinking about why I climbed that high mountain and jumped

As the Great Barrier between us 

Fluctuates and hums with such powerful electricity 

I guess Father Moore knew I couldn't cross the tired old bridge 

To reach that peaceful city of Absolution

But he said he'd pray

Said he'd ask the Lord 

So I'd be able to find a way to reach my own form of self reconciliation

And you wondered why my soul 

In its forty days and nights of penance cried 

Leading up to that fateful day before reaching The Matterhorn

And only ending at my funeral when I tragically and painfully died

In this half-light

I can only say

Hiding my pain away like you once said to do and keeping it subdued 

Like a caged tiger

Is like

Telling a lightning bolt to stay inside a raincloud

As the storms pass by

But I do hope you're well 

Silvia

I'm doing ok

Mary Jo from Number 4 has made herself my wife 

In this new version of life

And said I had to purge all old emotions and confess for us to move on 

I'm so sorry for putting you through hell 

But I just lost control 

And acted as though I was under a dark spell

Please forgive me as I now even after all these years

Forgive you too as I always remember those church bells

Copyright John Duffy

 

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.