The Call of the Demerge

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Salute.

(A seductive voice whispers) 

 

I am that which is ageless

For I’m from beyond that thing in the midnight sky 

Called the Silver Moon

From a faraway place

My powers are ubiquitous

I'm the embodiment of all inner magick

Love power and peace

All fused in me 

 

Await release to help you fight any disease 

I’m the midnight shadow walker

The eternity enveloping your every living moment

All around you

Wherever you are

For I'm that which is ageless behind the twinkling stars

For I’m from beyond the Crying Moon

From a faraway

Unknown Place

Of no unions and all mortal governments and secret societies

Sing to me

For I’m a conduit

Forever living under the silvery shadows of the Wolf moon

I appear at birth and revisit at death

To take you home

I’m the full mystical wheel that turns

I’m the lucky charm

That was bestowed to you at birth

The charm I will take back

Whenever you leave

If in me

You do really believe

For I’m a deep ravine

Of unknown riveting depths

Unsolvable by just one lifetime

I’m primal

Supernaturally

Curious

I can feel your eyes lingering

Absorbing and swallowing my

Every word

From my throne room

In which I now sit

Your presence wakes me

From my slumber

From afar

I know you’ll read

On and won’t quit

What do you need

Send me your thoughts

I’ll answer your numbers

Tonight

I'll send some love and light

Or some darkness

Maybe a sprinkling of my glorious second sight

To guide you through your struggles

And plights

Will you still worship me

Your new Goddess and Queen

For I send this message just for you

From my kingdoms

Just hidden in realms

You can never see

Look to the stars

To the fall of the full moon

I am that which is ageless

For I’m from beyond

The Milky Way

From a faraway place

My powers are ubiquitous

For

I'm the embodiment of all inner magick

A multitude of

Love power and peace

Awaiting release

I’m the eternity of all you are

For

I'm the Demerge

A blending

Of two realities

A possibility to enhance

Your own individuality

Will you sing to me

Tonight

Now kneel and say after me

Blessed Be

Copyright John Duffy 

The Lost Angel, Speaks To Empower You!

 

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(A lone voice whispers)

Hey you

My curious reading friend

One of the bright lights in this Twenty-first century 

Not tempted or dimmed by consumerism

Big Tec and all it dumbs down 

As it slowly infects

Thanks for visiting me in 2022 again 

Did you know all Time is just like a slow-moving river

And you're all walking unconsciously upstream 

To the Nexus of your Dreams

Through its wet ever-flowing waters 

Of glistening gold and silver

As it flows from the Great lights

Many hidden fissures 

Walking upstream towards your own inevitable end

Wandering alongside all those you respect 

Adore or even hate

But if you're lucky

Like I think and know you are

You'll be forever surrounded by incredible extraordinary people 

Who'll all try to support and help you

Find the profound strength to empower and fire up all your visions and ideals 

Like a Drag car engine

And not fall as you try to walk upstream

Those from the Lands of the Living and those from in here 

Currently by mortal eyes

Unseen  

Your ancestors like your much-loved forefathers or beloved mothers

Uncle's or Aunties

Sisters or brothers

All watching from just behind this Blue Portal

Here in the Great In-Between 

Who wants you to succeed in this

The oldest of great games

Playing your role in the grandest of Schemes

This is my new message that I send all the way from Jagaroo's Cove

Just for those like you

Who may need it

So they can maybe live by a new code 

As they walk through those waters which will for Eternity

Flow

I can only pray it helps you cope 

More than you'll ever comprehend 

It's simple really

If you're lonely

Neglected or feel rejected

Reach out to someone

Anyone

Or just talk it through 

In the Light 

Never in the Dark

For you're never alone before you ascend 

And someone will help create a bridge to a new form of happiness

Through an act of inconceivable magic 

Some know as kindness

Some as The Laws of Attraction

But action in whatever name 

It chooses

To help dispel those dark clouds brought about by one of life's eternal Elementals

We know as Mr Tragic

Tasked to collect lone walkers early for his master

The Grey Reaper

Just be courageous to talk as you walk

To dispel those dark clouds that seem to cling and with cunning stealth

Stalk

Until the next time 

Your forever friend

From within the long Shadows

Some call me Jimmy O'Rourke 

Some the man from Montauk Mountains

But to you, as I stand here getting wet 

In the gold and silver river that never bends

I'm forever Elham 

The Lost Angel 

Praying your soul is soon purified and cleansed

Through a small act of magic whenever it's needed 

As you walk upstream 

To see the soul-lifting sights before your End

As you look for the deep centre of all your dreams

In-Between

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

 

The Man who talked to Butterflies

  

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(A lone voice whispers. Lost in deep reflection. Musing in the throes of spiritual introspection - to a butterfly)

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 with the sound of falling rain in the distance

Then peaking to unknown or unexplored heights of demoralising anxiety with no limits or resistance

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

As they danced in absolute unrestricted low vibrational ecstasy

Underneath that grinning red sky

Unfurling

All the hidden memories and opaque trophies of troubles and strife

Which they summoned from so many others to be returned

Petitions for a means to atone

Twisted and contorted thoughts

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

With the Devil's sharp knife

But as I knelt and prayed

With my eyes shut thinking about the living masses

Weighed up all the pros and cons

Imaging all 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 this 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 this voice

Your version of the one true One

For we are many

And we appear everywhere

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'll walk on smiling

For I know now

Beyond all doubt

My soon-to-be death in Golgotha would be my 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 bent city gates

For they are all filled with green rivers of jealously

And gushing 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 version of my Holy Father

For I now know to follow which path is my destination Home

The one I have no control over

For all life

Even mine

Reads like a precious whole poem

Just that mine will begin and end in a timeless loop

When I arrive

To stand bravely upright

Before the baying crowds

In Old Golgotha

Thanks for listening

My friend who I'll call

Mary

In the form of a beautiful white butterfly

My mother

Who I can only pray

I'll see once more

Before the day I die

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Have you been heartbroken?

 

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(A lone voice whispers)

When love dies  

Please  

I beseech you  

Don't let hate grow  

For that path, you then walk  

With that new echo in your once soft voice as you talk  

Will lead you to Saqoseth

To a dark lonely room  

In one of its many prison cells

(C)  

Copyright John Duffy

Need some whispered rules from the Great In-Between?

 

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 (A lone voice whispers)

Hey you

Need some whispered rules from the Great In-Between?

Well, let's see 

Number One

Try to find an everlasting requiem

Something to drive you to wade knee-deep in lust for a real-life

Number Two

Make unrequited love

The rebellious Songs of the Transformational

As you throw away its emotional sharp knife

Number Three

Make a layer cake of evocative delicious delights

To be explored and devoured with your dearly beloved

Hidden from the watching dark shadows all around you

In the middle of any given night

Number Four

Find ancestral strength in midnight memories and ritualistic ceremonies

Within echoes from those now out of sight

Number Five 

Regain the strength to carry on and fight to finally

Find loves hidden highways and as you take flight

If it's not already within your sight

Number Six

Embrace the soft sacred thought that your own Guardian Angels

Watch over and protect you in every single way

Especially at night with their unspoken prayers as they pray

And you my child 

Will be okay

In all your lifes affairs

For every flower needs sunshine to bloom

From when the day they are born

Sadly but also happily saying goodbye to God's many Angels 

Who looked after them in one of his many Waiting Rooms

To finally appearing on Earth wearing an elaborate costume and whistling and singing into life

The many prophecies embedded secretly in their lifes new tune

For as the Angelic Choirs sing here in Paradise 

Hosanna

Hosanna

Every flower has the freedom to bloom

They only need a friend to help whistle their tune

Hosanna

Hosanna

Every flower has the freedom to bloom

They only need a friend to help whistle their tune

Hosanna

Hosanna

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Memories of the Sixties

 

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Do the dearly departed recite poetry in the dark?

Do I sometimes channel them as I hear their words? 

This came through. 

A deep American male voice of about....well who knows!

He speaks. 

Can you hear him?

(A lone voice whispers)

Have you ever lived in a wounded ritual

It’s a lonely world in here and I still miss my best friend and lover

My wounded ritual

For I once lived in the late sixties in the Deep South

This is my short story and heartbreak just spoken and channelled through another’s beloveds mouth

My memories of the Sixties

I always wondered why we were summoned and  petitioned so cruelly by so many blasphemous names

Were we really that cursed by nearly all we met

All over those great plains

Why couldn’t we just live and sit together peacefully but bravely

Just like any other pair of the world’s greatest reunited long lost lovers

Instead of just racing blindly from judgemental villages towns or cities

And sometimes having to hide in old badly beaten caravans in overgrown fields

Aren’t we all born free to walk under a warm summer's sun

To embrace the winds of emancipation as it blows gracefully under our feet

To be firmly told by good mothers and strong fathers

Never to surrender with your dying last breath

We always ran never to be caught for we were brought up to be arduous and to never yield

Although we were doomed to a fast-moving life of constant running

Like a wild mystical stag followed blindly by his beloved deer in the unexplored depths of society's chaotic forests

We always trespassed carefully throughout humanities deepest of woods

Always trying to keep one step in front of the hate-filled hunters

The Commoners

Self-professed royalty

Politicians  

Police 

Ice queens and kings

As we ran throughout all the ever-changing seasons and all the many hot conflicting reasons  

We had our good times though since we always used to slow dance

Sometimes mentally to a lone Motown tune while hidden within secretive motel rooms

You know the ones

Those with soft music playing only two could possibly hear

The cheap wallpaper 

Filthy fans to cool the hot air and the badly worn beds and cheap wooden chairs

I still sometimes sing unconsciously to the beloved dear who still runs around my inner sun

And in this great silence wonder where does she now constantly run

We are all the sums of our wounded ceremonies

But you sometimes have to be true to who you are

For your life can’t be lived if it’s just verbally or physically torn apart

To live in freedom is something you must never forsake

For true love is sometimes so deep it's just too instinctual

Always whisper this to each other

It’s my only advice

We'll face this world

The cruel names and the fire and ice together

Whatever our fate 

For we will never break

It’s what I used to say back in the day whenever I cried or felt degraded 

When I used to kiss and softly whisper in her ear 

When that Sixties summer sun used to bow down to bless and baptise us with its life-giving rays.......

But just like invaluable memories appearing like a midnight hallucination walking slowly back into the encroaching dark shadows 

I always think of my beautiful red rose just forever lost to me 

In this new life of ever-growing hostile and dangerous contentious green meadows 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

The Blues Singer

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Salute.

(A lone voice sings)

I can feel
You need this

For I saw you in a vision

And you don’t have to be a millionaire

To listen


Don’t have to spend
All your money on me


Simply hear
As I sing

If you’re feeling low
Take a seat


And I'll paint you
A vibrant picture show

With a thousand black and white  words


As your world slowly
Turns

My golden pen
Will be the only true film star

My inner voice
The supporting actor

For once

I and my beautiful life 

Had an amazing wife 

A real cracker

And all was good


I worked hard
Earned plenty

Was known all over in the neighbourhood 

As the kind of guy 

Who you could always go to

 If you needed anything to lift your mood

But like all good things

Something bad had to happen

She cheated
Went with another guy


A guy I’ve known all my life

Bill came in and stole my amazing wife

So now 

I just sing the Blues


The painful Blues

For just for you



Last time I saw her
Was sometime around last June

It was on a cold summers day
Like outside in a Winters evening

When the Sun was going down
When it had nothing left to say

She was sat drinking fine champagne and expensive wine

She looked me over
As she had good time

Standing there pretty
Looking real fine

Smiling and knowing

She takes all my money
Every month


Took my car
My house
My pride and soul


Took them all when she walked
Right out of my door

I've lost everything

Only got ten dollars
In my coat pocket

And our wedding picture
Still around my neck

In my moms golden locket

That's why I sing the Blues

The love song of the lonely 
Almighty fools

I got the Blues 

Mama

It sure still hurts



I got the Blues 

Mama

I see them both on a Thursday
At work

She just smiles
And winks



She's a player mama

For I know how she thinks

Bill always smiles
Looking at me like dirt

So all I got left is the Blues 

Mama

As I pray for Karma

I can feel
You need this

And you don’t have to be a millionaire

To listen

Don’t have to spend
All your money on me

Simply hear
As I sing

If you’re feeling low
Take a seat


And I'll paint you
A picture show

With a thousand black and white words


As your world slowly
Turns

Oh Lord

My golden pen
Will be the star

My inner voice 
The supporting actor

Oh Lord


I once had a beautiful wife and life was all

Good

I worked hard
Earned plenty

Was known all over in the neighbourhood


Oh Lord

Then she cheated
Went with another guy

A guy I’ve known all my life

Bill came in and stole my wife

Now I sing the Blues
Oh Lord

Just for you 

As I kneel to pray 

To hear what to do

All I can do is sing the Blues

Just for you

(C)

Copyright John Duffy