The Dream of the Resistance Fighter

 

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Like an old wounded soul

Returning from waging

A spiritual war

In my own version of Armageddon

In my mythical Middle East

When I eventually conquered

My own inner red

Crimson beast

I saw you again

My Queen

In a deep dream 

Like a surreal beautiful

Nightingale

Slowly looking my way

With such exquisite dark eyes

Such pivotal things

I'll remember

Until on this final long journey

Home

That preordained mournful day

When I'll finally

Whisper and softly say

Goodbye Mother Earth

And willingly collapse and

Eventually, die

For we were once completely

Heartbroken strangers

On life's so complicated roads

Just stuck on its sad

Ever-moving fast trains

Seemingly perpetually

Just

Riding about in random revisited

Circles

In life's never-ending falling rain

But within that one glance

That one look

In Paris

I knew then I was forever hooked

We surreptitiously found

A new hidden password to a

Secretive realm

Where we exchanged emotions

Mysteriously

And carefully by encrypted mail

Even though we were married to war

For in that new circle of trust

We no longer felt lonely

Or tainted

To walk through life

Feeling painted by the soldiers 

To be caught and condemned

It must have been fate or

Divine synchronicity

For when I saw you

Waiting down 

Metropolitan Street

I finally remembered

A long-lost memory

That floated up

Like a bubble of CO2 

From the bottom of the sea

To that undulating cerebral cortex

I call my well-built Recollection Cathedral

Within my mind

It whispered we were once 

married together

Forever just happy

In another lifetime

But sometimes life doesn't

Play fair and I again

Have to blow you a soft tender

Kiss

Put some beautiful red roses

On your much-beloved grave

As I remember

All those fateful mistakes

We once unfortunately made

And as I return

From fighting my

Anxiety and stress

On my nightly

Crusade's

I know

You'll return

To love me wherever you are

No matter how far

Because this universe

In all its magnanimity

Has baptised us

To never be apart

This I heard

After gifts and prayers

I offered up nightly 

To Angels and Gods

I finally heard a voice that confessed

Oh why did we have to be members of The Resistance 

And only by their persistence 

To be caught and you shot

When someone offered us up for a bounty when we visited that place

Just for a Croissant and kiss

(C)

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The Night Thief

Last night as you laid defenceless at 4 am 

Seemingly enjoying your much-coveted sleep

I stood silently watching as Morpheus the Greek

Lullibied you with his sweet seductive mesmerising music 

To beckon you to his secretive hypnotic realms 

Of so mentally exhilarating ever-changing keeps

I saw you unconsciously toss and turn 

To shake off that white silken protector sheet 

To show the unseen spirit world 

You were nearly totally naked underneath 

I saw all the red lights of salacious yearnings 

Burning

Appear in your ever-shifting aura

So suddenly and start flickering

I watched them burn so damn vividly 

Lighting up that dark room 

So incredibly beautifully 

Who was this angel 

This princess who laid before me 

Shaking and turning in her deep sleep

That beautiful vision who still appears 

As Father Times old clocks that he carries like his favourite toys

Ticks and so relentlessly beeps

Was it you that I saw Mon Cheri 

As all those crimson mists 

Spun and swirled 

Painting stunning surreal tapestries of amazement with your aura

As your soul begged to be freed 

To be unfurled

As I stood upright whilst summoned to silently wait 

In that darkened room

I watched your soft fingers reach out 

As you laid fumbling and murmuring for someone or something 

It seemed 

To feed your hungry mouth with something delicious like red wine

Served with by the silver spoon of the Greek  God of wine and fertility and drama

 Dionysus 

Did you feel my sharp eyes whisper pagan spells 

To make you open yours to look my way

And see me standing proud unafraid 

In your midnight tomb

Did you hear them say

All your dark fantasies that you unconsciously engage within every day and night

You need to me confess tonight 

All your locked-up minds deeply hidden secrets 

It conscientiously keeps

You need to me

Release

Did you feel my strong fingers 

Running up and down your curvaceous waist and skin 

Then across those succulent red lips 

Which parted to let me in

Which demanded a taste of a resounding conquest 

With you as the prize of a nighttime quest

I will visit again tonight and promise I won't be too late 

Whispering dark spells as you once again sleep 

When Morpheus the Greek takes you literally so vigorously 

To rapturously go so deep

Will you open your beautiful eyes 

As my strong fingers once again begin their exquisite journeys

To the heart of all your Bermuda Triangle of yearnings

As your innermost soul begs for carnal release 

From all of your life's unwanted griefs

Shall I call like a now welcomed and much adored expected thief 

To claim you forever as you wilfully turn over 

To then look me deeply in my hypnotic eyes and wantonly encircle this simple thought 

You're just a sinful soul just like me 

Even though you try to hide it all

Despite all your much-heralded outspoken religious beliefs 

It's why I visit

For I was summoned like a thief in the night 

As your soul cried out and called for its chains to be broken 

For it to be released 

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Deaths jilted bride. Marylee's monologue.

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(A lone voice whispers)

I'm under no legal or spiritually strict authority

To make any sense or even to answer to you

I just write this

My divine poetry 

As a means of mental escape 

To disassemble any strands of an old love that I once knew

These interwoven lines

Carefully and lovely built 

In here

The Great In-Between

Will help me rebuild the foundations of confidence 

I need within its contemporary words 

To then enter any room 

In the New World

Gushing 

Filled with an abundance of high-pitched energy 

And with a lit-up aura that screams

I'm a queen

My new empire will rise up like a rare Phoenix from the moist ashes 

Of all those depressing tears

I once cried

When you left me standing alone 

In the cold

At the railway station in Branton Peake

With a soft kiss on my right cheek and murmured a cheap goodbye

I may lose everything inside but like an autumn tree

Which loses its green leaves every year

I'll still stand tall 

To regrow

And wait for the better days to come

The days

In which my emotional winter passes 

So I can I stop shedding a depressing tear

You see 

Inner power isn't about how much you can handle 

Before you break

When love walks out 

And leaves your heart swollen and frozen

It's about how much you can sustain 

To govern that pain 

But still manage to grow

After you've been so beautifully turned out by that special someone 

Opened up seductively only to then be insidiously broken

When shot by heartbroken red bullets 

From Loves 

Black and metal

Shotgun

I 

Marylee

Might be Deaths jilted bride

But I'll survive

For I now know where Robert Louis Stevenson

Got the inspiration 

For The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde 

He must have met you

In disguise 

At The Crown Prince

Dockside

And the rest as they say is history

As I've heard 

 

You've never stop bragging at the bar

 About your only lover and how you put a stop to your emotions

By committing an act of Uxoricide

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Uxoricide (from Latin uxor meaning "wife" and -cide, from caedere meaning "to cut, to kill") is the killing of one's own wife. It can refer to the act itself or the person who carries it out. It can also be used in the context of the killing of one's own girlfriend. It can refer to the act itself or the person who carries it out. The killing of a husband is called mariticide

My Halloween visitor. Lola, the beautiful Ghost who haunts me

  

Someone called Lola has just whispered this tale as I relax. 

Is she one of my Halloween visitors? 

Tonight's channelling. 

(A lone voice whispers)

Sometimes

You've just got to say goodbye to the old ways and try to heal raw unopened emotional sores

It may feel like you've been through all the world's many wars 

But everybody has their flaws

Some may choose to hide it so well and smile 

While putting on a favourite well-loved mask 

Which you can see through from a country mile

And some don't 

Some may say strange tempestuous things 

In wild uncomfortable moments of heat 

When they lose self-control 

As they sharpen their jealous vindictive claws

And some may say nothing at all 

But still, think deep down inside 

People are just human after all

Misfits in the grandest of all elaborate known schemes 

Wandering around like lost little children 

Filled with such high hopes and dreams 

While some just crumble and fall apart at the seams

Trying to make it

After they've  been given one of life's priceless spiritual work permits

But you know 

I've already lived five times in 6 hundred years

So I'm told by Archangel Michael 

In rare conversations in the White Chapel 

I've lived

Loved and cried so many wet tears

And now as I return in here from the Sixth 

After surviving many of my psychological battles

 

Whilst living in the New Age called 2021

Like when I lived in the Old Tower of Babel

Here's what I know

Before I return for a short stint in Heaven 

Before I'm sent out to do it all again

Life and all its emotional connections are simply explained in a few lines of emotional poetry 

Which are written in bold golden italics in God's eternal archives 

Want to know what they are before your own time to die

They simply state

Do the best with your time before you die 

Be kind

Be compassionate

Be loyal 

Be open to change 

No matter how strange 

But above all

Be true to You and embrace Love

And you too might come back for another short while 

Well it works for me and one day I hope to see you in the White Chapel

Where we can swap stories and inspired poetry

While sitting underneath the mystical branches 

Of one of its many beautiful silver apple trees

Copyright John Duffy 

The Heartbreak Files

 

Deep down, if you've been cheated on. 

Did you find out by cunning stealth?

(A lone voice whispers)  

So you've just found and tasted  

The dark Treasures of Heartbreak  

Through your own version of the Inquisition  

Your Organic Disclosure Project  

That  

You've been cheated on  

You do know what comes next

Don't you

That emotional soul-destroying part

Called The Great Disconnect

(C)  

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The King of the Fallen, Speaks.

  

Hear me

For I'm 

The Only Oracle 

In the Golden Temple of Temptation

In the darkness  

The multitude  

They cry aloud

Those tormented but loved ferociously by my brother Sin

Who I bless to always  

Win

The fallen  

Who kneel  

Starved of true love

Those who pray for mercy in the darkness

From high above

What they do not know

What I try to cloud their judgement to deny

That there is still hope  

For my enemy did not die

But the fools  

Who I now claim as mine

The liars

Corrupted politicians

And so many others

Don't believe he lived  

Beyond the bet of a dime

So I can maybe take my chance

And lead them to my desert of desolation

With a soft kiss and a trusting hand

That tempts them to take it

To begin our eternal dance

For my name is on another level

If you're into rhyming slang

You might already know it

It's simply an inversion of a place

The enlightened  

Know as Heaven

The King who loves to embezzle

Who the righteous know as their adversary

My name is known worldwide

Glad to meet you  

My name is your friendly rebel

The.......

Copyright John Duffy

A dark piece inspired by all the corruption, flooding the worldview at this junction in time.

There's always hope though, you just have to look between the cracks in the Shadows. Salute. 

The Seeker

(A lone voice whispers)

I once walked into The Dangerous Off-Limits Zone

In the deserted Lands of Kem

In search of deep prose

Clutching my pen  

Like a lone messenger from The Pulsars

Sent from so far  

To find inspiration

To write a transcript of humanities development and extraterrestrial intervention

Stories of the Hopi

That linked the Lemurians to The Dogon and The Atlanteans

And then I met you

My first contact from The Secret Circle of Nine

The true queen of all things between us

A Starchild once spoken of in The Lost Chapters of Enoch

The Walker between the Lost Moons of all Solar Systems

The bright thunderbolt of unspoken Gods

Who always was

A universal force worshipped in all kingdoms

If only they knew

Then you stole the centre of my aura

That wonderful night  

You let me undress your body and soul

By taking off your sparkling diamond-encrusted tiara

So here I am again

Looking for my love  

In the Lands of Kem

Walking the Nexus Line  

By the Sacred Kolbrin

Waiting to see

If it's you  

The Universe once again brings  

As these dark clouds whisper

It's nearly our time to roll in

(C)  

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Esther's Last Letter to Tobias

  

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Let this letter I leave  

Which you'll find  

When the time is right  

For I'll no longer be in sight  

Always remind you  

To remember my deep Love  

Whenever you grieve  

For beautiful Fairies  

To sing and dance

And scream out our beloved names  

Upon Torberry Hill  

Especially  

Today  

And on Midsummers Nights Eve  

To help you recall all those sweet subtle moments  

You tenderly awakened my failing spirit  

And helped me rise  

through kind words  

Compassion and happiness  

To help force all my old demons

Back into the dark Pit of Sadness  

So remember all those old incredible sonnets of laughter  

And wide as a country mile  

Smiles  

Even those heartbroken tears  

The random fights and pain  

Let all those memories of us  

Together  

Burn like a bright Gucci Inventum  

Star Eye candle  

To us sustain  

Let even the bad ones  

Remain  

For they encompass all we once were  

So all though  

We can never be together again  

I'll always be close  

Like a careful shadow following a lover in solitude  

So just close your beautiful brown eyes and whisper my name  

Three times

Esther  

Esther  

Esther  

And all those sad emotions will disappear  

As your dormant feelings for me  

Reappear  

So this  

I leave  

Ingrained in this letter  

A secret code of swirling simplicity  

To help you  

Rise from the Pit  

In your dark moments of sensitivity  

If you still dare to believe in my vision and wisdom  

As I once did in yours  

For we are all linked together magically  

Somehow  

By the supernatural laws of Synchronicity  

A paranormal invisible ministry  

And we can sometimes communicate with each other  

Even those who have passed over  

If we dare breach the silent oaths of our spiritual virginity  

And believe in a higher power as we grieve  

It's why people like me  

And others  

Whose candle still burns so bright  

Ignited so gloriously

By continuous memories of those who still love us  

Will never leave  

But simply to appear to our Crux  

Just hidden by The Purple Veil  

Out of sight  

In the form of one of the Universes many swirling atoms

Sending prayers as we watch in its dust

(C)  

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Have faith. Love will come when she's ready!

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Narrated by the so-talented Clinton. R.

Johnson

An Angel Speaks

  A lone voice whispers

We the invisible Angels

Gods Nurses

Always smile down at you

Like a kind nurse does

To rows of sorrowful patients

Which sometimes lay before us

Especially like here

On Ward Twenty-One of Saint Peters's hospital 

In New Brunswick

New Jersey 

Particularly the sorry souls 

The broken or bent

For it's why we are summoned 

By heartfelt prayers 

Invisible guests trying to answer

Requests

Whispered to be heard 

For them to be dutifully resolved as they are sensed 

When sent

The smile I always carry 

Isn't a smile of ill judgement 

Or dismay 

But of immense hope 

For me to find a way 

To help change the tragic vibrations at play

For I know the recently diagnosed patient 

For that's what we call you

Will find the tenacity and strength to eventually cope

Whatever the outcome 

For they all do 

It's a silent degree

A potent line spoken by your sympathetic Almighty 

Which you will at some point

 Too feel

For all things 

Follow something angelic 

All you have to do 

Is call for us 

By prayer

To summon us 

Angels from just somewhere

For we are really everywhere 

Not just in the secret halls 

Of The Great In-Between

We

The bringers of such priceless gilded envelopes of Hope 

To help soothe the soul

We 

The invisible folk

Who follow you like we're your own betrothed guardian philanthropists

Just huddled together

Here

Never sleeping 

But waiting in the shade of the Great In-Between 

By

The Eternal Water Oaks

Waiting for psychic calls to spring into action

For it's why we exist

To help bring your Spiritus

Some form of self-satisfaction 

To offer respite 

Despite the seemingly soft kiss of depression

On dark lonely nights

Call to us

Whenever you need us

Send us your heavy words

Into the swirling grey mists

Which move and flow all around you

With an phenomenal supernatural intelligence 

For it's a bridge to us

The Un-Sleepers

Hiding in the Grey Smoke 

Just waiting 

By The Great Grey Oaks 

For a lone voice

Maybe like yours

Who needs our help 

To sometimes cope

 (C)

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