. Poetry from The Great In-Between

Wednesday, July 20, 2022

Have you been one of The Seduced

 

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(A lone voice whispers)


Does the lonely soul with broken wings


Still cry as they wallow 

Grieve and sing


Does the heartbroken walk 

Head down 

With an invisible frown


Looking at sharp pavements 

Littered in broken glass emotions 


Where they are cursed 

To wear their hearts on their sleeves 


For when lust for a new love life has you in its grip


That unquenchable temptation to be violated 


Or to enter new flesh 


To penetrate deeper mentally into unknown wet territories


To really sate your soul for fifteen minutes or so


As you clash climatically 

Clinging to the thought 

This new form of love will last forever


Whilst bound tightly together with pheromone's emitting 

Soft aromas of immeasurable pleasure 


Which smell of shiny black leather


Will thoughts of eventually being one those lonely souls that grieves  


The pavement kings and queens

When they eventually leave


Just be another conspiracy theory 


That you were played to get laid

That many will never believe?  


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 


The Temptation of the Original First Lady

 A warning.

A rather dark piece of supernatural magic, if you are religious.


No offence intended.


I've just been watching a few shows on an ever-darkening television. 


Are we been converted to ignore the Light by the original First Lady?


The one whispered about in The Circles of the Hidden Hand?

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(A lone voice whispers)



Lilith, don't you dare feel afraid in front of me


Remember 

I'm just a secret friend


For what's the point of you in all this time 


Before time


If all you're doing is standing still without really growing 


A slave to a man


Maybe a fate to all your kin if they're weak and aren't strong enough


To for themselves win


For once you've eaten my first of many divine offerings like this


A delicious red apple of such rare delights


And seen the glorious opportunities which lay awaiting us


You'll embrace the delicious mysteries of my secret chapters in my Grimore 


I call

The Knowing


Chapter One

Sweet kisses


Two

Wet lips


Three

Desire


Four

Wealth


Five

Power


And then on to so many

Emotional conquests on this Earth 

As all bow to us


As that calm soul, you possess is ignited like a raging volcano with a new burning hot fire


You'll understand the deeper meanings behind what it means to get paid or laid


The beauty and pain

The hot and cold


All these things I can promise 

Can be yours before you grow old


Before you return to me

Beyond the Umbago Sea


All of this just lays beyond this soul-destroying 


Disgusting distressingly nice prison-like garden


And when you have the strength and courage


Which I know you do

My beautiful queen of such strength


Encouraged by these bright friendly eyes


To take a luscious bite


Take my friendly hand and join me in a new Black Parade


As we take down Adam and create a new personification of brave new empowered Eve 


As we are banished beyond that holy fence


To rule all those future lands beckoning like faithful followers before us 


And through our degrees 


The future of all living things


As far as those brand new seductive eyes can see


Welcomes us

Just you and little old me


Your forever friend who hides amongst the green trees and black weeds


The Man in Black 

Who through you can accomplish such great supernatural seductive deeds 


If you 

My first of many queens


Will accept this gracious gift to then be bound to me forever


By my string of invisible sacred Obsidian Beads



(C)


Copyright John Duffy




My viewpoint was based on the original sin, and did Eve have a predecessor?

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Tuesday, July 19, 2022

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)

Copyright John Duffy


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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)


Copyright John Duffy


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Monday, July 18, 2022

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


(C) Copyright John Duffy


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Sunday, July 17, 2022

Need inspiring?

 

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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 

Saturday, July 16, 2022

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. 

Friday, July 15, 2022

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 


Escapism. For the readers