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Haber amado en cualquier edad

Es haber muerto de tantas maneras (S)  

  

To have loved in any age

Is to have died in so many ways

(C)  

Copyright John Duffy

The Last Letter of Reconciliation

 

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Salute.

Like a wild rare untamed  

Middlemist Red flower  

With such raw and stunning eyes  

Filled with such power

When I look back

I was never really ready for you  

That's why I did what I had to do

But now I'm eighty-five and a regular walker

Down Regrets  

Long and lonely

Memory filled Avenue

Maybe things would have been different

If I had the courage

That dared me to push on

To pursue and woo you

My walk normally starts at 25

When we first met

Dancing to Van Morrison in the rain

Drinking liquor and getting wet

Then to 33

The day I lost the real me

When I went working for that Railroad

By the sea

The fateful day  

I met my second love

Mary-Lee

And left you to wither with sweetly spoken lies

I used to weave  

Like magical spells

To deceive

The Doc says  

I only got a day or so left

So I'm leaving this letter in my will

Along with that old Van Morrison tape

I've always kept

Which I used to play in the rain

Sitting on my porch

Thinking of us happy

Getting wet

Before I walked down  

Regrets

Long and lonely

Memory filled Avenue

Crying about all the lies I told you

That I hope  

I'll soon forget

I can only hope you lived a good life

Since mine's been so hard

Jimmy J  

Went to Nam

And bought a bullet with a free ride to an early grave

Shelly-Anne  

Bless her soul

Got run over

Going shopping with  

Taylor

And that red car breaks

Broke

And there were no stopping

My Mary-Lee  

Passed over two years ago

I took her up North  

For one last look

At the white snow

I can always remember her crying and saying this  

To this very day

**George**

**Why do we get old**

**Where everyone around has died or is dying**

**Is this part of some twisted plan**

Well

I kissed all those sad tears away and brought her home

To sit on our marble porch as it rained

Listening to Van Morrison singing about real pain

So to the end

As my writing hand starts shaking

I've written all I've got left

As a gift in that check

For life's been too hard at times

That many will never see

But your memories before I went working

For that railroad by the sea

Have always carried me

So I send this will  

With all my old love

Light a candle in church for me when you get this letter and check

Whenever it arrives at night

For in two days  

I'll be gone

To be just another twinkling star

Only to be seen in the twilight

Smiling from afar  

For wherever God shines his light

No matter that we're over my baby blue

A part of me will always belong to you

(C)  

Copyright John Duffy

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Kindred Spirits

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(A lone voice whispers)

 I never dreamed in a million years

Because been born into a world 

Bathed in my endless tears

That I would fall in love with someone

As beautiful as you

Even though society says 

It's so wrong

For our colours and views are so different 

And that's why I sing this

Our soul song

For our Gods made us so strong

So we could find each other and belong

I just know we'll find a different way

We'll find a different way

For our hearts need to get along 

To sing this

Our love song

Our dreaming song

With no sense of right or wrong

Old masters still say and pray

Like King Kong and Ann Darrow

We should never fall in love

For our skin colours and views are so different and it's all wrong 

But that what makes us so strong

And makes us want to belong

To sing this in unison

Our salvation song

For today's a different day

And hey

 

We can do it our way

No matter what others say

We're gonna do it anyway

I never dreamed I'd fall in love with you

But now that's all 

I want to do

For its what my heart says

As it beats like a drum roll 

Whispering we can make it 

In a better way

Any night or day

Now take my hand 

As my heart's music plays

So we can runaway

Like Paris and Helen of Troy

To break rules and do it in a better way

And do it in a better way

Old masters say 

We should obey

And our love 

Will be a price 

We can never pay

But we'll find a better way

Starting today

And that's why I sing this

Our soul song

For our God made us so strong

So we could find each other 

And belong

To live a better way

To love a better way

No matter what old masters say

For whatever makes love happy

No one should stand in its way

Or that bitter taste will remain on wet lips from the night 

They try to make hatred  stay

That's why we need to do it our way

To light up this world in a better way

To burn the candle of hope 

On shore for others 

Like me and you to see

To help them swim towards 

The lights of peace 

In today's dangerous seas

To live and love

In a better way

No matter what

Old masters say

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

A Man called Sunday

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A lone voice whispers

As I look back on the many years of my old life

Thinking of my Mama and you

Before trouble came waving that so sharp knife

I can see how I came to life through a form of Motherly sacrifice and deep Love

But I've died inside so many darn times looking for Real Love

Now I've lost you too

It now just hurts too much

When I feel the soft tender fingers of Love

As she returns to  

Open her Remembrance Book

My heart still clings on to and clutches

A Red Remembrance Book to remind me as I re-learn

She is so beautiful and soul changing

Whenever I think of my beloved mother and you  

No matter how hot her flames sometimes burns

(C)  

Copyright John Duffy

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#Truth

Like a rare Lotus flower

Pushing through the dark sludge of humanity

We are all born to bloom

But the danger is what we allow 

To enter our sacred vestibules

Our holy inner rooms

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

A Message for a Queen

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(A lone voice whispers)

Spellbound as I know 

You're coming home to me

Take solace as I once did

Now that you've left them all behind

For you'll always burn 

Like a bright candle 

In the nucleus of their souls

Memories

Hidden in all the tiny fabrics of their minds

That now

At this sad moment

They'll all pray to find

Some now tragic

Yet all still magic

For rare candles like you

My Elizabeth 

Burning bright 

Like a beacon of tranquillity and peace

Ready to explode

In the middle of your soul

Especially at night

Always gives you the strength 

To push back the Darkness 

And try to keep control 

As you cross Life's 

Many uneven roads

Welcome my only Queen

To the Wetlands of The Great In-Between

(C)

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If Life was a Senryu

(A lone voice whispers)  

Seeking fulfilment

A soul goes to where it's drawn

To earn redemption

575

(C)  

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Need inspiring?

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Salute.

A lone voice whispers

If you've ever waded through rolling rivers of madness

Caused by profound soul-cutting sadness

Like grief  

Lost love

Or all the other tendrils of pain  

To find the real you

And silently cried so many countless tears in the Grey Stillness

Did you know Angels have left their silvery fortresses to stand and pray for you in a shimmering golden circle

Under the Great Olde Oak Tree

To witness your rise to self-empowerment as you find out

What your substantial role in the Cosmic Order is

From making bonds of new fidelity

Through creating kindness  

Embracing new love

Or new life long friendships through your empathy

To give birth to compassion

In your own form of your life

Which resonates with your blessed vibration and aura

Which whispers of your own divine spiritual poetry

  

(C)  

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The Eternal Rider

 

(A lone voice talks to his only friend)

Nobody knows my name

For nobody can know my pain

But all that matters

Is how my version of the Almighty built me

To resist that pain whenever it feels like raining 

So like a lone singer walking the red carpets

Looking into mythical rooms 

As he walks through his version of The Hotel California

I know we'll find our way to the bright lights of Salvation

Past all the sweet temptations and mountains of the Mournful

To embrace our life's muse called Laura 

Since She of no name

From the High Courts of Moloria

While reading my Tarot cards in her Rec Room called The Consortia

 

Once described her 

And now all we gotta do is try to find and restore her

For my blood and yours are infused with the spirits of ancient warriors

As I now know

We're just another two performers

Alive and lost in the endless Plays of the Forlorn 

Who silently prays 

To be glorified and transformed 

Whilst the four winds bellow 

With whispers and echos of Pandora 

To fulfil the prophecy of meeting our Laura

As reported by She of No Name

The Mage

The Sorceress

From the High Courts of Moloria

Where she once so long ago

Read my Tarot cards in her Rec Room 

Called The Consortia

 

(C) 

Copyright John Duffy 

Virgil's Appendix Vergiliana

Conjuring words  

Baptised in an ocean of pain  

So I no longer need to flounder

(C)  

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