The Last Part of the Good Father

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(A sad voice whispers)

Mary Lou the medium channelled you late last night

She recited what you said

Saying poetry is simply beautiful for it's also the language of the dead

She spoke saying you were waiting by the Cherry Tree for a last message from me

Before you found the courage to ask Saint Peter for forgiveness and clemency 

So here's my final words

May if we meet again

Meet unknowing but stay as two passing strangers

For this hurt I carry feels like I've been stabbed deep by one of the seven Daggers of Megiddo

For wherever I go

I always remember

A woman like you reminds me of the mythical Medusa

For you wickedly left me sleeping nearly every night to meet Luca

My twin brother and lied for years

 

Leaving me forever to now sit and sleep alone in the dark

Filled with wet tears

Castaway to always wander lonely streets

Always forsaken and painfully apart from any chance of a new happiness

Even though your golden wedding ring 

Still adorns my finger

And tendrils of our beloved treasured 

Memories still linger in sad moments of stillness

Despite through stealing the heart 

Of a younger stranger

My own younger brother

By five seconds

Leaving me heartbroken 

Feeling rejected 

Like an adolescent teenager

Mea Culpa

It feels like it was all my fault because I just loved and foolishly gave you too much

(C)

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The Desolation of Sara Deville

Part 2 of the Good Father.

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(A sad voice whispers)  

  

Two of the hardest things you'll ever face in your life  

Wherever it's your time to reside in here

The Great Other Side  

  

Is to find the courage to say Hello

To the one, you truly loved but broke

And then the profound strength to pay your respects

To then whisper  

Goodbye

  

And so it is with me after I died  

  

For whenever I pause in these quiet tranquil moments  

  

Sat in here  

All by myself  

  

By the moving rocks and lost in deep thoughts in this swirling grey smoke  

  

That would make any living person choke  

  

Now I'm a citizen of The Great In-Between  

  

I sometimes still think about all those long hot Summers nights  

  

So long ago  

  

When we all once walked by the churning Hawaiian blue sea with the children

When we were so much younger

Before sweet temptation called like a thief in the night  

You playing role of the good father

And me the loving mother and faithful lover  

As we all walked hand in hand like

Dorothy Gale  

The Scarecrow  

Tin Woodman, and the Cowardly Lion  

  

Through that wet weather and unforgettable thunder

Like we were totally unafraid to be seen

Like some of Zeus's immortals

I still get drenched with tears by the sweetest thoughts of you all and me

Walking by that bright yellow ice cream parlour by the raging blue sea  

  

Memories of a fierce love

Which must have shone like a lighthouse beacon for miles around and made such a glorious sound

Angels flying above watching

Must have felt a magical vibration

For it was a love many could only dream of  

  

For it seemed so damn gorgeous and profound  

  

The hot yellow city lights  

I sometimes remember still carry vivid memories  

  

Of an extraordinary time, where we all held each other's soft hands  

  

And everything seemed to be just alright in the early Eighties  

  

But like a pale white vulnerable feather  

  

Blowing carefree in the Four Winds  

  

Crazy blustery weather  

  

I then always remember  

What I did

For my Guardian Angel  

Argento

Showed me my life replayed

In Sacred Dream Theatre  

All those pivotal moments where I was happy or sad

In fact, all moments when I still lived with so much to give

I'm so sorry

How I foolishly surrendered to the whims

Of the Dark Gatherer of all Mortal Temptations  

  

And like an act from the Devil's favourite playbook  

  

Our intense love was viciously ripped from our carefully constructed cross of truth and true love  

  

By my machiavellian actions

Where I hid my secret side like a devious crook  

  

To slowly and tragically trick you all

And within each guilty passing second, it became easier

As I cast all those immoral rotten feelings into my invisible closet of the Forgotten  

  

And following in turn  

Lied to so many others  

  

Casually dismembering our once true love once found at 18

As I became more lost in the trap of Dissociation by Association

Now I sit alone in the dark trying to sing sad Adele songs

Knowing deep down there's no chance of Redemption  

  

Now I guess when I reflect  

Me and my secret lover were like two painful characters from a dystopian fantasy called Twelfth Night  

  

A terrible version of a classic Shakespearean Play  

  

No one cares or even wants to remember  

  

But I'll still treasure and carry our early beautiful memories everywhere I go as  

Even though I saw on the Sacred Dream Theatre

You read my black diary  

But now I'm free from the clutches of life and all its complicated and sometimes crazy games

Temptation demands the weak play  

I'll always treasure all footsteps walking in unison by the Hawaiian blue sea

As the rare passing Kiwikiu watched us

The children

You and me  

Memories of a fierce wild unrestricted love  

  

Which still shines so bright today like it once originally did before I died

Always return  

  

A bright glimmer I once saw in the Theatre

Which towered all above the hot yellow city lights  

  

Of a time we all once held soft hands  

  

And the future seemed so full of auspicious things

Which resonated with so much bright yellow sunlight  

  

Beloved memories of us all singing

We're off to see the wizard

Watching The Wonder Years

Eating popcorn by candlelight  

  

All the way to trying to keep warm throughout all those cold but soul-thrilling December winters nights

Roasting marshmallows and eating them by firelight  

  

A time when the world seemed so still perfect and filled with so much heartwarming delight  

And all the gossips about me by racketeers were carefully hidden out of sight  

I still miss you  

My beloved

My only true love who played the role of the good father as I cheated  

  

If only I could just hear your lovely soothing voice  

  

In this neverending twilight  

I wouldn't feel so defeated  

  

I'm sure it would help push back this ever-swirling darkness

And show me my own Yellow Brick Road to Saint Peter and Heavens welcoming bright white lights  

  

But I still hate myself for finding the courage to say

Hello to your twin brother

Luca

And now  

After all these years  

  

I've now finally found the strength to let you go and say Goodbye

I can't keep haunting you  

Sitting by our now cold martial bed

Watching you sleep since the children have grown and left

Leaving you all alone

I'll go now but will always remember you as I pray to be forgiven to ascend

You and my beloved children

Sara Lee and Stanley

Your one true love who the devil tempted and led her to his Met Gala of the Disloyal

Until her very end

But one day

I pray when you too wake in the Great In-Between

We'll start over and make up  

  

Yours forever

Your eternal soulmate whose once mortal name was plain old Sara Deville

From 445 Jacksonville

Try to forgive me, my Lawrence

For in my defence

The Devil stole my soul's only chance of salvation

When he smiled and took my hand to climb over Love's fences

To his dark lands of Desolation  

(C)

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Arthur Miller speaks from the Great In-Between

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(A lone voice whispers)

Will I still miss tasting those soft echoes of your name

And all those irreplaceable dulcet tones which helps to transcend

All these painful strands of deep anxious emotions which still remain

Only I will ever know the true answers and will never reveal them

For they will reveal my inner world

All my new and old cacophony of vulnerabilities and ongoing pain

Well as I type

As this beautiful French singer before me

Devours my emotions with such poise

This is my final goodbye

My muse  

My old world

For a new realm beckons within the glorious lights of Paradise

Which through the mists I now can see

As it stands so inviting like a familiar well lit bar before me

On Fifth and Main

And I will carry you proudly into it like a magnificent red rose

Lightening up the encroaching darkness like a beautiful Christmas tree

A pocketful of warm memoirs used so exquisitely to help transcend so many dark cold nights

For whenever those stunning memories of us together

Like in my favourite photo

Suddenly re-appeared at random

I always felt blessed to once have you

For a short while within my sight

When you were young and so incredibly beautiful

To help lead me out of that old cave of darkness and soul-stripping loneliness

Using pure love as your heroes candle each day and night

For everything else

As I now look back with the gift of profound hindsight

Seems so insubstantial

And so I say a heartfelt goodbye

As I step into the lights my angel

Out of this  

Purgatory's dark dirt  

Au revoir mon Amour

(Goodbye my love)  

Car bientôt les nuages ​​sombres entre nous se sépareront, et nous serons réunis, et nous n'aurons plus besoin de nous faire mal.

(For soon the dark clouds between us will part, and we will be reunited, and no longer need to hurt.)  

(C) Copyright John Duffy

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The Tale of the Good Father

 

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(A lone voice whispers)

Sometimes I'm blinded by the bright lights 

Which still switch themselves on and off even though my only true love has died

Blinded by risks 

Taken right from the start

From that fateful day in May

When I knelt at The Sunnyside Church

And foolishly gave her my heart

Now after all these years after she died

I just constantly cry

You see 

I found her old black diary and after reading it

My heart is now broken and won't restart

Blinded by the light of how she cheated

Repeatedly

Now I can't sleep

Can't eat

Can't walk

Or talk

Blinded by her bright powerful red sparks 

I should have read the warning signs right from the start

Before that fateful day 

I gave her my heart

But now it's too late and as I lay here on our cold martial bed

Torn apart

I can't find anywhere 

Where our old love used to be parked

So now my soul is screaming inside and out wildly 

Like a blind man 

Searching for the setting Sun

Thinking of all the small things I prayed I should have seen

Said or done

It's painful now I've got to say all my goodbyes 

To all my beloved yesterdays

For my memories of my old love 

Still hurts me in so many twisted ways 

I wake up at three am 

Forever trying to burn them on my memory pyre 

Setting them on fire with hope

Each night before I retire

For true pain is trying to talk to someone who's no longer around

Especially after all their dark secrets you unfortunately found

Do I tell the children

And shatter their childhood and adult lives

Or shall I stay silent

So their love for her survives

I think you can guess the answer 

But why do good men sometimes fall for beautiful liars 

The clever chancers in life who are the embodiment of love in pure motion

One of its many seductive dancers

Some of Life's true necromancers

But that's the throes of Romance

At least I found a divine time of peace when we were married 

In the beautiful form of a twisted true love 

Gentle arms 

Blue eyes and warm hot lips to for year's embrace 

A time I'm burdened to carry 

Even though she's now buried 

A beloved time before she passed over and before I found that diary from hell 

And realised our true love was just me enchanted 

By her beguiling beautiful face and under her spell

I now just stare at the Moon at midnight

Thinking all the way back to when we were just 18

To good old Middleton

Where it all started and we were

From that day never parted

But sitting by this fire and looking at the soft clouds

Moving slowly by

I always wonder

 

Why did her love for me die

Leaving me crying like a broken grieving man

As my inner storms roar like thunder 

Whenever I think of my old lover

 A queen who left me with a beautiful parting gift when she died

A gift-wrapped broken heart from a time 

When I played the role of the good father

When I was younger

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#Senryu

Sometimes in silence

Hope just appears to ride in

On a bicycle

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Senryu (also called human haiku) is an unrhymed Japanese verse consisting of three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five syllables (5, 7, 5) or 17 syllables in all. Senryu is usually written in the present tense and only references to some aspect of human nature or emotions.

The Prophets Last Words on the Mount of Temptation

 

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(A lone voice whispers)

And so it rained outside and even inside

For what seemed like forty days and forty nights 

As I wandered lost in that yellow lonely deserted Judean Desert alone

When the hard times and the whispering low vibrational voices came

On the Mount of Temptation  

Fluctuating between Mild and wild feelings

Intermixing within the falling rain

Then peaking to unknown or unexplored heights of demoralising anxiety 

To finally merge together to twirl their silver big band batons high

As they danced in absolute unrestricted low vibrational ecstasy 

Under that grinning red sky

Unfurling

All the hidden memories and opaque trophies of troubles and strife 

Which they summoned from so many to be soon returned

Twisted and contorted thoughts 

Which opened my mind like I was been stabbed like a market robbery victim

With the Devil's sharp knife

But as I knelt and prayed 

Weighed up the pros and cons

With my eyes shut about the living masses

And the endless happiness

Still to be found within all seemingly sorrowful lives

A vision of a white cross suddenly appeared 

And some soft eloquently spoken words echoed throughout my ears

"Do not be scared of life and all its many  fears

Do not be scared to shed some sad tears for yourself or others

The happy days are soon to come

Keep your faith in the one true One 

As in this form

He allows you to still run

For when your time is recalled by your final act in this endless chapter of life

On the cross 

So many will be saved and rescued from the mighty fall to Abaddon

The Dark Lands of the Fallen Ones"

And so I walked on smiling

For I knew then beyond all doubt

My death in Golgotha would be the ultimate gift to the world

Today and forevermore

So who am I to dare to be late

When the world I see before me 

Needs to be irrevocably changed

From Bethlehem to all the many other city gates

For they are all filled with green rivers of jealously 

Winds carrying sharp spears of fear and with so many foolishly condemning others 

By false accusations

Spreading hate

All I can do is play my role to perfection 

If it only saves just one poor soul

What a better way to serve my Holy Father

But by simply following his direction 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Goddess Apollonia

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A voice from The Great In-Between speaks.

"Sometimes my child"

You just have to hold onto your agonizing cries 

And glorious smiles and bury them so deep inside

Even if it makes you feel petrified 

Sometimes my child

You must choose not to show all those watchful inquisitions parading as friends in public

All your inner vulnerabilities or those dark recollections that might still unfortunately hurt 

If they are published 

Sometimes my child

You have to be like a well-washed seashell and only open up and show those you worship and trust 

With all your soul's crusades reinforced with anguishes purple dust 

When you can only look them squarely in the eyes

And know they won't sell you out by judging and shattering your well-placed faith 

When your good name is discussed

Sometimes my child

You have to just trust the Painted Words of Intuition more

My name is Apollonia

A goddess known as the Ancient Babylonian

Just here to create hope through these words 

As I invite you

To these thoughts

As I cast them into the ether

As my paranormal symposia

Copyright John Duffy 

A few whispered lines as I watch the new world been ushered in.

Be safe wherever you are.

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Always believe in surrounding yourself with those you can unquestionably trust. 

Especially so, in these dark times.

Tuesday the 14th of March. 2021. 

Messages from the Omniverse for just YOU!

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(A lone voice whispers)

As written in the Greatest Old Book in here

Only found by the select few but I Melak

Will share a few lines from memory just for you 

May the Great Light of Illumination shine and reach all

By reading this 

To who needs it to find inner bliss

May it be summoned through these written words 

And reach deep into any weary heart 

To help them find the strength and tenacity to never quit

To lift them up to new self-fulfilling heights 

Away from the many charlatans

Deceivers and Gossips who may surround them

Day or Night 

Blind people with deep pockets filled with unwanted deposits

Who suddenly appear with a burst of thunder

Like a green-eyed Colossus 

To try to muddy the Lord's clear waters

But fear not

They will be cast asunder

For such is the power of the Lord

Be strong 

Not proud

Be kind 

Not mean 

Be the real you

A human being you would like to converse and share stories with

It's how you'll build that bridge you so need to find happiness

Before all hope disappears

And the Dark Gatekeepers and Toll Bearers to depression

Appear

Now say after me

Blessed Be

Amen

Copyright John Duffy 

The Secret Books of Dzyan

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As the Mage watched from afar, through remote viewing. 

He channelled a secret prayer to the brightest star in the four winds.

As he assumed the meditation pose.

He began reciting his evocation to the spirit guides, watching from the 5^th Levels of the Astral Realms.

For them to take it back to her, from Beyond the Purple Rainbows.

As they swirled all around him. 

A lone voice whispers.

_________________________

Your dark eyes are like priceless blue oceans 

 

  

I whisper to the watching Elementals

I dream to dive in deep and drowning within

For they are deeper than any of the known lakes

To bathe in their once-tasted waters

Is where I want me to always fall

And reveal my soul as it experiences its first taste of sin

For your inquisitive eyes

Soft tender lips and smooth skin

Is a treasure I seek where I'd nightly kneel to pray 

For a new Atlantis

 

To be reborn
Within

Your eyes are like magnetic dark portals

For my souls

Astral nightly projections 

As I conquer its many strange citizens with my own occult powers

To reach you

Defeating 

On one of its many long ethereal roads

 

Architects of so many devious deceptions 

Just to see your twin eyes for they are like the best friends

Love could ever possibly buy 

And it’s why

I just love popping by

To rejoice in The Coming of our own Divine Invasions

The once lost words

Recitals and such memories of succulent prose

Once written for your eyes only 

Are just my own divine stanzas

Like written in The Secret Books of Dzyan

A silver shimmering sea

Where we will soon forever fly

Like dark eagles

Paired 

Forever wild and untamed

For as our lonely souls once met

So long ago 

In the Great In-Between

We were anointed to be simply 

Free and Unchained

And it's why I always pray to return

To finally conjure you into life

And your love to earn

But until then 
I'll just breathe you into
Dreams

Copyright John Duffy

The Story of the Uwohali

 

  **The Story of the Uwohali**

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(A lone voice whispers)

My memory cathedrals librarian forever makes me think 

When it speaks soothingly like a loving stranger 

On one of life's many fast-moving trains

In deep moments of reflective distinct solitude

As I remember you in here 

Watching the dark skies surround the sacred Chislak Mountains

Like an advancing grey army

As I stand by its fast-flowing cold rivers

That may cause many to inwardly shiver

This loving stranger 

Always

Whispers back

To me 

About you

A goddess 

I once prayed to and who for a short while stayed

Every night and

Especially 

In the early

Morning breeze 

And just now as the twinkling midnight stars 

Look down and

Bid their heartfelt goodbyes

Within your blazing passionate dark eyes

I can only pray you hear or read this

For I hope I’ll always live on 

And eternally once more come alive

To continuously 

Remind you of 

How happy 

We used to be 

The beloved memories 

Poetic love stories and all

The goofy crazy laughter

So much happiness 

And uncontrollable joy

To echo from now to throughout the hereafter 

Some triggered and caught up

In all the many old 

Photographs of me

You may still treasure and see

My sacred one 

Named and anointed in secret 

By Aylin

The Halo of the Moon

Under the Weeping Willow Tree

In the cave of enchantment by the sea

Only known to the true and free 

So my love,

I may now dance with kin

Amongst long-lost galaxies 

Or lay amongst strangers on green fields beneath unknown faraway stars

Looking at the universe's beautiful array 

But whenever you think of me

I'll always appear 

I hope 

In any given way

Like a soft tender 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 

In a new frequency of reality that may consume us both

With The Supernatural Dagon

One of the insidious unseen energy vampires

Trying to feast on our rare delicious dish of unexploded dreams 

In the middle of any sunny day

Or unexpectedly, at night 

But my love for you 

Will simply last 

Forever and push it away

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 that Holy River

Underneath the heavenly Cherry Blossom tree

We will once more be reunited by Aylin

The Halo of the Moon

For this life is simply a re-introduction

A sometimes cruel rehearsal 

And for some time unknown to each other

We were simply wandering lost in the burning circles of the paranormal 

But now I know and have felt a vibration of your aura

All I can do is 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 life is sometimes a cruel rehearsal 

If we once again

Like so many before us

Suffer the fate of reincarnation 

And unknown to each other

We are then simply sentenced to wondering

Lost 

In the burning circles of the paranormal 

Before we enter a new place

Where there are hopefully 

No more painful hurdles

 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy