Salvadoran Dreams

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(A lone voice whispers)

I can still remember a time

I spent with my old love called Miss Sloane

Where my only crime

Was to love her

All the time

Like a queen sat on a golden throne 

For she was my life's majestic keystone

Well those happier days have gone by

Starting in 98

In late July

When I died

And she gathered with a few others

Including my father and mother

Sisters and brothers

To say their heartfelt goodbyes 

Now I just need someone special like Miss Sloane 

To hear my early morning prayers

For in here

The land of no air

Heartbreak follows you

Like a second shadow

A thief in the dark night everywhere

From sad tears filled with memories of your one and only

To stories to remind you why you're still lonely

And why you spend long nights crying inside

Feeling lost and abandoned on your own

To cursing a new day that always ends in another time zone 

The doorway to here only opened 

When you hear the call of the Golden Trombone 

To be then be tasked in writing booths

To remembering when your only crime

Was to love someone so special

All as time flew by

After they all gathered at your wake 

As that magical doorway opened up

And you had to say your heartfelt goodbyes

When you suddenly heard the call of the Golden Trombone 

That summoned your soul home

Copyright John Duffy

Channelling Music From Sheol

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(A lone voice sings in Country, from the Deep Country)

She wears pain like a gold and diamond broach

Flashes her blues eyes 

With a hard message that reads

Do not approach

For she's a Southern Fire Country girl

A Southen Fire Country girl who's always in control

A Southen Country girl with a beautiful soul

A fire country girl now living it up in Sheol 

Wearing her pain like a cheap gold and diamond broach

Flashing her blues eyes 

With a soft message that reads

Wanna take me home

For she's a Southern Fire country girl

A Southern Fire Country girl who's always in control

A Southern girl with a beautiful soul

A Southen Fire Country girl now on parole

Living it up in here forever 

In good old Sheol

Copyright John Duffy 

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And some say it's a blessing to have such a gift.

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The Ballad of the Grieving Man

 

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(A lone heartbroken voice sings)

I never knew someday yesterday

Would be our last day together

Or that I'd have to say

Goodbye today

Standing by your grave in this falling rain

To the only love, I truly treasured

So now I just feel cold and always awake

In total pain

After being told

You gained your angel wings 

One day at night

And now live 

Where the Holy Choirs sing 

And no longer 

Need to fight

Some say God only takes the best

Leaving the rest to suffer in silence 

As part of his holy test

But I'm so jealous of his servant

Mister Death

For he gets to see you forever 

Which started on the tenth

And I still can't believe 

You're gone

Can't sleep 

Only greave

For there will never be another angel like you

For to love another would be too painful 

Whatever I do

Just know wherever you are

Your deep love will still always live on 

Deep inside 

Wherever I go like it's my lifes only decree

Before I'm too recalled

For in a cruel world where all our heroes fall

You were once 

My one and all

Who tried to help me stand tall

So starting today forever on the tenth

I'll always be so jealous of Mister Death

For he gets to see you forever 

In all weathers

For God only takes the best

Leaving the rest to suffer in silence

As part of his holy test

And until we meet again

All I can now do 

My Guardian Angel 

Is eat this pain

Whenever I try to remember you and your name 

Through these painful tears 

As it forever rains deep inside as time flies by

Copyright John Duffy

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Grief is, unfortunately, a tragic part of life. 

I wrote this as I reflected on a friend, gaining her angel wings.

Channelling Emily From A Possible Future

 A voice from my so lucid dreams.

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The Voice at Midnight. Speaks.

 

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(A lone voice whispers)

It's a strange thing, human emotions

They creep up like thieves in this endless night sky

Memories whispering to me like a loving stranger

For in deep moments of reflective solitude

I still think of her

Will she ever think and silently,

Whisper back to me 

As I remember her in here 

By the sacred Chislak Mountains

A warrior princess 

I once saved and who for a short while once stayed

Every night and

Especially 

In the early

Morning breeze 

And just over there as the twinkling midnight stars 

Bid their heartfelt goodbyes

Within your blazing passionate dark eyes

As you hear or read this

I hope I’ll live on 

And always once more come alive

To continuously 

Remind you of 

How happy 

We used to be 

The beloved memories 

Poetic stories and all

The goofy crazy laughter

So much happiness 

And joy

To echo from now into here

The Hereafter 

All caught in all the many old 

Photographs of me

You may still treasure and see

My sacred one named Tazanna 

I may now dance in here around the firestones

Amongst long lost galaxies 

Or unknown faraway stars

But whenever you think of me

I'll always appear 

I hope

Like a soft feeling

A subtle gust of wind

Or a white feather

A familiar yell or sensation

Wherever you are

Across this earth

Or simply hidden

Within any great nation

I may be now 

Part of the

Unknown In-Between realms 

But my love for you 

Will simply last 

Forever 

From this life to the next

For we were once 

Baptized somewhere ethereal by unknown angels to be 

Together

For we are eternal 

And one day by the Holy River

We will be reunited 

For now, I know and feel your aura

My twin soulmate called Tazanna

And all I can do is wait and cry a praise of adoration 

To The Almighty and shout Hosanna

For next to the Silver City

We will be reunited 

So I'm told in spirit 

For this life is simply a re-introduction

A sometimes cruel rehearsal 

And unknown to each other

We were once simply wondering

Lost 

Like so many others

In the Burning Circles of the Paranormal 

Before we all enter a new place

Where there are hopefully 

No more painful hurdles

 

Copyright John Duffy 

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Maximillian. The Man By The Shimmering Lake. Talks.

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(A lone voice whispers)

Lost in these unlit creepy dark woods 

Past the moonlit Shimmering Lake 

 

 Standing here as I speak

This despair I always feel which makes me weak

 Tells me love is a thing that is so real

It's all I now know as I stand awake

In this new state

For the dead don't sleep or weep

 

And when the mysterious singers in this darkness 

Call out to me with sweet mesmerizing voices

Each filled with such inescapable power

My pain slowly rises in my soul 

Hour by hour

As I'm watched by the Nixs 

Standing in crooked lines 

On the crumbling translucent walls of The Great Watchtower

 

Strange creatures dressed in blue

Who just love to send me Raven notes that simply say

Come to us to renew

The Diamond Door is always open

Be one of the Nixs

Follow our ways

To find the new you

Come climb The Great Watchtower walls

To drink deep from our wish-fed fountain and see past all the Black Mountains

No longer filled with urges to fight for love and light

But to become a lone Watchman of the Endless Night

 

They are so relentless 

Always looking for new apprentices

Raven after Raven bringing notes every second

They send

Now as I stand here at the end

Sending this out

Surrounded by the mountains of parchments they have sent 

Hoping I'll relent

I reckon I'll play my part 

To be the titled hero in this cosmic show

This work of art

While this crushing dusk and silver snow

Lovingly shatters my broken heart

 

For what the Nixs don't realize 

That crisp wide smile that I always wear

The one I flash

The one they all see through their obsidian scrying glass 

By candlelight 

As their hungry eyes follow me everywhere

That ripe smile is barren 

The real one is still somewhere 

Out there 

Still, I hope

Being carried around in beautiful blue eyes as her time flies

Why should I carry a real smile?

For in here

The living 

Beyond the Silver Barrier 

Can't hear your soul screaming

Or when through razor loaded invisible tears

You suddenly start laughing 

For the pain you feel is so loaded with bottomless fear

Oh, how I wish I could still be there 

With you 

 

Away from the Nixs and Dark Angels

For it's so painful

I used to think I was strong

But these endless dark nights are so long

 

Is today the day I will wonder

If I'm wrong to fight the Nixs many invitations

And go along to the Diamond Door 

Beneath The Great Watchtower 

And knock 

Asking to join their mix

 

For nobody in The Great In-Between

Knows I still miss you

 

For this swirling grey air and spooky fog makes you overlook your past life

And in time

Causes parts of your mind to speak only in rhymes and once it starts 

The forgetting begins

The Dissolution of the Flesh they call it

Its why they think I need setting free

By sending midnight Ravens every hour to me

To be like one of them

The Nixs

Guardians of The Great In-Between

Bounded to a sacred oath to stand as Watchmen on The Great Watchtower

For all eternity

Emotionally empty husks 

Who surrendered to a form of self-accepting bondage 

To watching the ever-shifting skies at dusk

For the dark ones called The Flominous

But I feel like I'm bound by a great chain

Connected only to you

Never to make a sacred oath to another but to kneel every night and pray for a resurrection of us

I may be trapped in this ever-evolving mystery 

Of my own love life's history

 

Where nobody knows I'll always need you

But me

The Nix have just sent a new Raven note over 

So I must be quick before their Baltise Drums start beating 

Sending them all into a crazy chanting frenzy

It says I can't survive in here 

On my own 

 

I'll just cast it on the great pile as they watch 

For what they do not know

My soul may be crying inside now I'm alone

In this 

The Spiritually Demilitarized Halfway Zone

Mislaid in the Realms of The Great Unknown

But my love for you will continue to grow

Day by day

Minute by minute until you too come home

To embrace me once more 

Like the last time, I saw you in San Francisco

So we can go walk past the red lampost on the edge of the Shimmering Lake 

To then walk hand in hand 

Through Heavens Silver Gates to everlasting happiness

It's a dream I just try to cling onto in this darkness

Attempting not to forget but the rhyming has started

But I'm still here

Still resisting the hunger to knock on that Diamond Door

To be tempted to stand on the Great Watchtowers parapets

Forever in the void

I know I'm now one of the misplaced but thinking of you

Gives me hope

My beloved Lucy to cope

Lost in here

Somewhere uncharted in the Grey Grounds beyond yours

In The Great In-Between

Where I now exist amongst the Nix and so many others

Unseen

Copyright John Duffy

 

 

A lone voice whispers

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Now my life's great party's over and this Black Hole  

I now live within 

Ruled over by Father Sin  

 

 

Which just loves to breathe me in and out 

Like the silver flutes once did 

 

 

When I used to walk by and watch the marching Bands of Manhattan play 

As the Majorettes twirled their shiny batons 

 

Oh, what I wouldn’t give in this loud sound of silence

  

To quieten this pain that still hurts the most  

Even though I'm now just another lonely ghost

My cherished memories of you will always be my Immortal Home as I wait in here to atone

 

 

I used to pray that I'd wake up free from this asylum 

In the warm arms of my beloved but now lost Angel 

 

 

But no matter how hard the memories or even how painful 

 I'll keep it as a happy place filled with all her love and photographs 

So, I just wait here 

In a hidden place found on no handwritten or drawn maps 

 

 

Somewhere 

As I flutter my white flag of defeat  

In the cold and hot heat of The Great In-Between 

 

 

Lingering by these bright lights like I was walking on the Moon 

Kicking up broken white stones 

 

 

Singing sad songs for the hordes 

Standing in the creepy shadows 

Watching me crying like a wounded King 

 

 

Come Back   

Don’t fear you won't fall 

 

 

They all chant as the Golden Bell rings 

 

 

The Crying Game needs feeding 

The eleven-inch nails need pulling out to stop the bleeding 

 

 

Stay with us 

The Nameless Things   

We who whisper and sing in the Dark all around you 

 

 

 But all by myself 

 

 

I'll try to stay alive 

Somehow 

 

 

 They can keep their Poison and Red Wine 

 Their Civil Wars 

 

 

Where even gravity falls 

 

 

Either way 

Here is my lone call 

 

 

You’ll always be my reason  

My every time  

No matter the seasons 

 

  

 

For all my rivers of memories and worn-out roads 

My heavy head and weary heart 

 

Always lead me 

Riding in paper boats

Back to you

 In this mad mad world 

Even though now everything has fallen apart 

Just like us two

Just a pair of Father Times many heartbroken sweethearts

 

Copyright John Duffy 

 

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Do long-deceased ghosts recite poetry in the spaces in-between?

It's rather strange seeing things you've created, sitting quietly smiling, on your bookshelf. 

Like all authors, we share an unusual gift. 

Of different degrees, obviously.

My baseline seems to stem from my beloved mother.

She was so into the unseen realm. 

A real mystic, so it must be a generational thing.

Is part of all we are, the struggles and dreams of so many fallen others?

Ancestors, lovers, family and friends.

What would you say 

If you could come back one last time

 After your final great spiritual fall 

Announcing to the living world, you still live after your end?

All my books are whispers I sometimes hear, and translate into words.

Do ghosts speak in poetry?

A lone voice whispers

In the darkness of sleep, an angel called Poetry appeared.

She whispered tales of how many would visit and pass on stories as I slept.


She whispered I was simply a conduit from the Abyss and with a parting soft kiss, she disappeared and then the voices appeared.

The following are all those whispers in the middle of the night, within a year or so, of those strange ethereal dreams.

Where strange unknown visitors suddenly appeared within my lucid deep streams.


Do long-deceased ghosts recite poetry in the spaces in-between?

And so it begins with voices in the dark.


As I sit lonely in my darkened room with my black Remington typewriter for company, in my mind’s eye a stage has appeared. 

All black save for a type of spotlight in the middle.


A figure has appeared and stepped into view.

Rugged, bearded and wearing a white shirt and a dark Mac with piercing blue eyes, he speaks.


My name is William, John.

Will you recite our stories to the world oh narrator from the lands of the living?


Who am I to say no, I whisper and so it begins.


William speaks, will you listen?


If you were worth nothing or rich beyond compare

I would still stand beside you and just try to love you



If you were scared frightened or just weighed down with life and all its baggage

I would gladly rush in to carry your burdens


If you were mad or just simply sad

I would quickly reach out with empathy overflowing with an electrifying passion to just embrace you in a hug of complete compassion


If you needed some love and light in the middle of a lifetime

I would just simply appear through inspired lines and prose to hold you tightly



Simply to remind you

All your feelings of guilt or pain are also mine


If you needed anything profound beyond my care or abilities

I would just try to simply love you


For ours is but a silent union dear reader

Free from physical excesses but entwined and spinning endlessly

Lost in the spiritual cosmos beyond time and space



Serenading our opened third eye

As we ride over landscapes of blue and green

Visiting newer realms unseen as two

Shall we begin?

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Copyright John Duffy 

Cato Speaks from the shores of Purgatory

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(A tired voice whispers from Shoel)

Did you know your soul can become so weak

From stumbling knee-deep through familiar streams of injustices

That you are powerless to fix each week

And that sometimes beauty can only be found

Lying in the total surrender to that magnificent thought

Since in the end

You can find happiness in all the weary battles you've previously fought

If you're prepared to accept two crucial things in your heart  

Number One

Powerlessness has always been a friendly stranger 

In unvisited parts of people’s karma in life

Only if you're brave and gracious enough to accept it

For there is no point in fighting it

For in the intense emotions of your internal crusades

You can abandon the very softness

The substance that offers you 

Self-acceptance and a chance of spiritual salvation 

To break free from the singing Dark Angels in the Black Parade

The other is Love

Reconcile yourself to looking for Love 

For waiting for Karma to visit the Outsiders who plague you 

Will offer little respite

No matter how long you stay up and pray hard 

In the middle of each lonely night

Look instead to create magical monumental moments 

For as long as you have Memories filled with incredible grace

Such as one of God's many lieutenants

Days of yesteryears will always appear and stay

From reflections of adolescents

Parents to Descendants and even dependants

And no matter who might have crossed over lifes threshold into here

The Great In-Between

You'll always be able to once again see their beloved face

Because as long as you carry Hope deep in your soul

Tomorrow will always

Like a priceless piece of art

Try to find a way to put together whatever previously fell apart

So as long as you have some sort of Love

Family or Friends 

Even anything curious that makes your soul sing

Then today of all days could be simply glorious

For the most beautiful things in the entire World cannot be touched or seen 

But only felt within your beating heart

Never for one second stop believing in miracles

They happen every day

In some strange way that's why you're still reading this

Hopefully under a warm sun

For you are approximately 100 to 300 million to One

I know for I've seen the biological sums

Sometimes, people are really beautiful, not in looks but in what they do

And I can see you're one of those rare beautiful people 

Who exudes real glamour through Kindness and her many other sisters

Compassion and Empathy

So here's my prayer to help you manifest your destiny

Repeat three times as you wake before walking through your life's busy gates

To be happy in my Life 

I will expand my happiness and rejoice within every single moment 

For I'm born every single morning 

From the deep sleep of rebirth

And what I do then is what inspires others 

Here on this Earth

Lord 

Wherever you are

Or whatever you are 

Give me the strength as I walk towards you

Surround me with love and light 

To help me and others get through our darkest nights

Until I see you again

Watch over us all

Amen

Copyright John Duffy 

The Goddess Saraswati, Speaks!

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The Goddess Saraswati, Speaks!

(A lone voice whispers)

Hey you my beloved 

Take me as a symbol of your need for release

To replace your hatred instead with a deep love

For where there is Injury in your life

Look for me 

High above

When you feel Doubt

Have Faith and don't give up like Faust


If Despair appears like an unwanted friend

Remember my sister

Hope 

To help you cope

When Darkness suddenly seems to slide in 

Trying to destroy everything

Let Heaven's Bright Lights arrive to absolve its sin

When your Life becomes or feels Unhappy

Smile and always try to remember these wise words

To sing

We are all heading home 

Swimming or wading in the Holy River

Knee-deep in channels of our divine role

Praying whoever we worship will forgive us

To help pardon our soul

Before we enter its beautiful gardens


For with inner forgiveness

We are reborn to eternal life

No longer a sinner

But free

From all the burdens of our choice 

Of Medusa's sharp emotional knife

For I 

The 

Goddess of all Fairytales

Bring this to you

For I'm beyond

What your occupation

Status creed or gender

Entails


I just want to retrace what your heartbeats regale


Your age is a pale horse
I never want to see


I just want to hear your hopes and dreams


Will you risk all for love and spiritual glory

To live an extraordinary life


Will you sit with me

In this Summers and Winter's solstice 

 To reinforce this

To reflect on your admired memories of life

 

And tell me all your treasured stories 

Whilst trying to smile to try to find the courage to again look 

Past all your mortal doubts

And disturbing grey rain 

That still brings you so much internal pain

To then dance with me in feverish ecstasy 

As happiness revisits all your inner domains

To become a smiling passenger 

On one of my fast-moving trains

Free and with no limitations

Ready for pleasure beyond refrain

Will you soar with me
like two golden eagles

Above fast gossip whispering campaigns
Free from Darkness as we break its chains

Just welcome me in

So we can begin

Copyright john Duffy

Saraswati (Sanskrit: सरस्वती, IAST: Sarasvatī) is the Hindu goddess of knowledge, music, art, speech, wisdom, and learning