Is this where humanity is heading?

 

In these dark times, you need your faith even more. 

An interesting read I recently came across. 

Obviously written tongue in cheek but seems so relevant. 

Salute. 

′One young devil asked the old man:

"How did you manage to bring so many souls to hell?" 

The old devil answered:

 "I instilled fear in them!"

 Answers the youngster: 

"Great job!

And what were they afraid of? 

Wars? Hunger?" 

Answers the man:

 "No, they were afraid of the disease!" 

For this youngster:

 "Does this mean they didn't get sick? 

Are they not dead? 

There was no rescue for them?"

The old man answered:

 "but no . . . they got sick, died, and the rescue was there." 

The young devil, surprised, answered: 

"Then I don't understand???" 

The old man answered:

 "You know they believed the only thing they have to keep at any cost is their lives.

They stopped hugging, greeting each other.

 They've moved away from each other. 

They gave up all social contacts and everything that was human!

 Later they ran out of money, lost their jobs, but that was their choice because they were afraid for their lives, that's why they quit their jobs

 without even having bread.

They believed blindly everything they heard and read in the papers.  

 

They gave up their freedoms, they didn't leave their own homes literally anywhere. 

They stopped visiting family and friends. 

The world turned into such a concentration camp, without forcing them into captivity.  

They accepted everything!!! 

Just to live at least one more miserable day . . .

 And so living, they died every day!!! 

And that's how it was very easy for me to take their miserable souls to hell..... ′′

Don't let the darkness in.

It comes calling in many forms you know!

Hate, fear, jealousy, envy, sloth, politics and so many more. 

Sending best wishes and blessings. 

Be safe in spirit as well as life. Salute.

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The Words of The Pagan Priest of λογοτεχνία

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Salute.

 

(A lone voice whispers)

You 

The true rebels of this new technological generation 

Who have dwelled in grateful gratitude 

In these now rare 

Lands of Phantasia 

And smiled into the face of impending Death 

Daily

With never-ending elation 

You

The midnight or daylight writers or readers 

Scattered like bird seeds

Throughout every known nation 

Glistening stars of such literal inspiration 

Worthy of inaugurating into the Fraternity of Holy

Communication 

Let the Love of Words 

Fly like quivers from Eros's crimson and leather bow 

To strike the sacred golden inscribed bell 

Upon high 

From where all inspiration flows 

And let all demons be 

exsolved  

Separated and purged with quiet exhalation 

On a deeper level

For as long as your life still glows 

Like a Christmas Red Rose

And your heart still beats 

Like one of John Bonham 

Beats

Your soul will forever rise 

For such as you 

Were born 

To never know 

Defeat 

So mote it be 

For

Like the old gods 

Sleeping under the sea's

We pray to the skies 

For you 

So it will be

To spirits of our family and friends 

All around us

As we wander unseen

Circling free

We look to the skies

So it will be

To shadows

Hiding your dreams

We beseech the night

To reveal them 

So it will be

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

λογοτεχνία:

Greek for literature.

Phantasia:

A genre of fiction or other artistic work - characterized by fanciful or supernatural elements.

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The Seer Speaks in December, 2022.

    

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Salute.

(A lone voice whispers)

Did you once blindly in the old silence of the mind

Exist within its thoughts of self-doubts 

Filled with anxieties violence

Like a once playful spirit 

Who had been shattered

Into a million tiny pieces 

And left wandering lost 

But just always looking for guidance 

Until you first met poetry 

In books

Or its soul-lifting lyrics 

In music 

In the throes of new beginning 

Did they encourage you to strive 

To come alive and bloom 

To truly resist 

Within each sentence

And try to start winning 

After breathing in

Its hypnotic perfume 

For did someone or something happen so cruel 

That made you suddenly say goodbye 

To all those once-holy days 

When you were possibly in love 

Or untainted by all those sad portraits 

Society 

Loves to see painted 

In so many 

Devious ways

By their Ideals 

Principles and or by people 

you once deliciously 

Cherished or worshipped  

As you wandered 

Throughout that old life 

Sheltered in

Unconditional bliss

But when those spectacular times 

came to an abrupt end 

Within an intense kiss

Did poetry help you eventually 

Find the courage 

To depression 

Resist

When you looked for something 

Truly meaningful 

To infuse your heart 

And soul with 

Like

Saint John the Baptist 

Did you find a serene taste 

Of tranquillity 

In the written 

Spoken or sung word 

That demanded to be heard

To help heal and give back 

Your soul

A sense of being in control 

Did the years of being a disciple 

Help you find the freedom 

that continuously encouraged you 

To read listen or practice 

With a new flow

To discover a deeper understanding 

Of self prosperity 

That for you was invariably 

your implicit goal 

And a means to pay 

Some of your soul's taxes

Or do you now live on a knife-edge 

With the Sword of Damocles 

hanging over you 

Praying it never falls 

As your world 

Collapses

As you relate to new and old tales 

overflowing with happiness

Or pronunciations

Centered and surrounding 

like an invading army 

A lonely word called Sadness

Don't be afraid 

All that madness will soon pass 

And when you look back 

With that crazy gift of hindsight 

One night 

In the near future 

You will see 

And laugh 

In such playful delight 

For such is life 

For we all live under 

Damocles sharp knife 

So mote it be

(C)

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The Mother of Uranus (The Sky)

She wanders 

Invisible 

To mortal eyes

Lonely as a cloud

In true beauty and in total 

Solitude

Like a messiah 

On yonder night

Watching a thousand stars

Dance 

A flashing Argentina Tango 

Such is her mood

For she carries the weight of her world

In a warm smile

That glows 

For those who care 

Understands and knows

The futility of blood feuds 

One of humanities favorite 

Schools

For she is Mother Nature

The true queen of all clean and pure green 

Neighborhoods

Known as Mother Gaia

Who with the heart of a lion

Always Pauses 

And wonders

Why is mankind not pious

When she can provide 

All he desires

(C)

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The last message sent to Arabella by Jacob

 

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(A lone voice whispers)

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

My listeners 

Wherever in the Great Other Side

You may reside

Is to find the courage to say 

"Hello"

To the one you truly love 

And then the profound strength to pay your respects 

To then whisper

And cry

"Goodbye" 

And so it is with me 

After our love 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 once walked by the Hawaiian blue sea

Hand in hand

And we were totally unafraid to be seen

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

Memories of a fierce love

Which must have shone like a blazing lighthouse beacon 

For miles around 

Angels flying above 

Watching 

Must have felt it was a love many could only dream of 

For it was so damn gorgeous and profound

That those hot yellow city lights still carry vivid memories 

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

And everything seemed to be just alright 

But like a pale white vulnerable feather

Blowing carefree in the four winds in all weathers

I then always remember 

How you foolishly surrendered to the whims 

Of the Dark Gatherer of all Mortal Temptations

And like an act from the Devil's favorite playbook

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

By slanderous accusations 

Spoken by jealous crooks

To then be slowly and tragically forgotten 

And following in turn 

Depressingly by so many newly enabled others 

Casually dismembered and shook

With their judgemental narratives 

Singing sad songs of

Theres no chance of Redemption

Now I guess when I reflect

We 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 those beloved beautiful memories everywhere 

Especially now in December

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

Of four footsteps walking in unison by the Hawaiian blue sea

Where I'll get ultimately drenched and soaking wet by the sweetest thoughts 

Of just you and me

Memories of a fierce wild unrestricted love

Which still shines so bright today like it once originally did

Towering all above the hot yellow city lights

Of a time we once held soft hands 

And the future seemed so full of auspicious things

 

Which resonated with so much bright red light 

Beloved memories of us entwining to make love by candlelight 

To keep warm throughout all those cold but soul-thrilling 

December winters nights 

When the world seemed so still and perfect 

And all the gossip and racketeers were carefully hidden out of sight

I still miss you 

My beloved Arabella

If only to just hear your lovely soothing voice 

In this neverending twilight

I'm sure it would push back this ever-swirling darkness and show me my own 

Yellow Brick Road to Saint Peter and Heavens welcoming bright white lights 

I'm so proud that I once found the courage to say "Hello

And now 

After all these years

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

I'll always remember you as I ascend

Your one true love who stayed loyal until the very end

And one day when you too wake in the Great In-Between

We'll start over and makeup

Yours forever

Your eternal soulmate whose once mortal name was plain old Jacob

(C)

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The Pilgrims Poem

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If only we had understood the justifications

I wouldn't be composing these stanzas here 

in old Jerusalem

If only we had realized all those painful tragic answers  

To come

We would have stopped them from happening 

And took no chances 

At the very beginning 

 

If only we knew this day would be returning 

We would have tried to stop it before our hearts started burning

But we never saw it coming 

And never disputed your stories saying so

Of which there were plenty

We believed we were to be together forevermore 

To walk hand in hand 

In all weathers

We never felt deserted 

Even though it felt 

You were always away 

Praying or preaching 

But in the process of living

Our hearts gave up and cried

When on that wooden cross 

Before us

All our hopes of forgiveness  

And absolution 

Just looked us in the eyes

Stopped breathing and quietly died

As we placed you in the tomb with Joseph 

And rolled forth that heavy stone

It felt to some 

As though we'd never met

But to us who really knew you

Our hearts can never forget

As I watched some cry and express hate for our Lord's fate 

I too despised of what I'd become 

Of late

I wished I'd had more time with you

To learn more as I laid you in that tomb

I thought you were taken from us and sent so far away 

To soon

But the rumors say you've risen

Oh, how happy we all are that you escaped deaths cold prison 

We all remembered when you said you wouldn't leave

That if in me, you do believe and if we didn't 

What would this world be like 

If you wouldn't in our hearts 

Still be living

Well, that's now all in the past 

As we gather here 

On this beautiful Sunday

To pray in these moments for forgiveness of all our earthly sins 

In this hidden backroom 

Here in Jerusalem

To fall in love with faith once more now you've risen from the tomb

A dark place where we left you a few days ago 

To lay all alone

We hope the world of the future sees the truth

For to truly believe you don't need any proof

For faith is a delicate thing

Don't just look for it in well-written books or scripture

Don't look for it at night or in day

Don't let it weep and recede or wither and just walk away 

Just believe in something greater

It's how he'll find you and reintroduce you to your maker

For as Nicodemus was once asked.

"How can a man be born when he is old?"

"Surely he cannot enter a second time into his mother's womb to be born!"

You answered, 

"I tell you the truth, no one can enter the kingdom of God unless he is born of water and the Spirit.

Flesh gives birth to flesh, but the Spirit gives birth to spirit."

So to all you readers who may read this in the near future 

Just listen for the Almighty's great voice 

And with faith in something greater than anything 

You could possibly comprehend

You'll know in your heart it's him 

If you're just open to hearing it 

Just pray 

Now and again

And always end with a smile 

And an almighty Amen

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Leonardo speaks in 2022.

 

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Salute.

 (A lone voice whispers)

Well 

It's into the first week 

Of December 2022

And have all those invisible tears 

Linked to emotional streams

About someone missing 

Which are transcendental

 

Started falling again 

As you remember 

Someone 

so special

At Christmas 

Do they 

The delicious memories

Sometimes 

Overwhelm you 

Whatever you do 

Can you ever be relieved 

From leaving 

All those sad days  

Gone past 

Behind

You may quietly ask 

Days that seem to forever 

Linger and last  

Like an unwanted preacher

Who's a religious outcast 

Is it mysteriously silent 

As you read this 

And reminisce 

Before the Wild Hunt begins 

And do the freeways  

Beneath your shadowy 

Bedroom window sills 

Chime and vibrate  

With the sounds of life 

And all its mayhem 

Slowly approaching 

Like 

The Wild Hounds 

Of the Baskervilles 

Roaming 

The Berkshire Foothills

Crying out aloud 

Sending out echoes 

Of a sense 

Of impending doom 

Subjugating 

Your very small room

Or does the scent 

Of a new escape 

From that old oblivion 

Of 2022

Into 2023

Haunt and follow you 

Like a glorious ghoul 

Covered in pagan 

Impressions 

Magical symbols 

Of The Great Work 

Only known about 

Through absolution 

And confession 

Old feelings of Hell 

Been dissolved 

By all your five senses 

In each second 

As you remember 

What your sovereignty is

As they yell 

For their own 

Liberating rights of succession 

Rounding up calls 

For a new rebirth 

Invoked in prayers  

Sent up to Heaven 

From here 

On Earth

I can only hope 

You all still dare to dream 

Of enjoying your 

Old freedoms

Which are now 

Deemed by those 

Sitting up high 

In society 

As forbidden

A sacred place 

where those wild 

Untameable horses 

Of your innermost obsessions 

And yearnings 

Can be openly ridden

Into a new 

Ever-expanding kingdom 

As you pray for divine salvation 

And understanding 

To create 

A new altar to build upon

What says you 

Can you handle 

Whatever impulses 

You stumble upon 

Before your time living 

Has gone

For I can only show you 

Themes 

You were perhaps 

Blinded to 

Like the mighty Oberon

But only you can build 

A castle of strength up 

From those foundations 

Your soul is

Standing on 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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The Undelivered Nursing Home Letter

 

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Hey
Ma 

Susan said you're feeling down

So here's a letter 
To fix that upside-down smile

Here goes......

________________________

You need
No more 

To look
On social media

You need 
No more

To crawl into bed
Feeling
Sad and alone

You need
No more

To craw about life
And why it's so raw

But by remembering
Gratitude 

To instead
Roar internally 
Like no other

So listen
Dearest Mother

Don't lament getting older

For old age is like a small sin 

That haunts the wise

Like a spy

But one you shall defeat
So heed my advice

For the world's but a strange stage

And you're just another name

In an endless history

Written in gold letters 

On a long gilded immortal page

So keep walking
On bravely

Be proud to still live
And be glad

You can just
Smile and wave

A gift denied to many

From old family and to good friends

Now sleeping sadly
In their graves

For you've got
So much more love

To still receive and give

As you age

So please don't pause 

And greave

For material things
You haven't still received

For all those emotional needs

Are simply
Some of the Tall Man's 

Devious tools

He uses to deceive

Just try to be happy this 

Christmas

I know you're eighty-two

But life
Is just like 

An unfinished business

And when it finally ends
As you kneel in Heaven

Asking your
Most High

For forgiveness

One thing you don't want to feel

Or to be filled with

Is sadness

So smile

Look around and embrace
All you've still got

For so many still love you
And you'll forever be our
Camelot

A beautiful soul

Symbolizing all that embodies true womanliness

By creating a magical time 

Growing up

In such a safe place

Within an atmosphere of idyllic happiness

See you soon 
And
Love you forever 
Ma

Happy Xmas
Xxx

An Ode to Love

(A lone voice whispers) 

Is Love

Like finding a South Philippine Dwarf Kingfisher

One of the World's 
Rarest birds 

A much-welcome visitor 
To see and treasure 

Sunbathing in the sun 

Or does it sometimes 
Fly high 

Like an extraordinary Golden Eagle

Over all emotional 
Physical or Spiritual 
Battlefields 

As it goes-to-war 

With family 
Friends 
Religion or politics 

For true love never 
Yields 

Or is it just like a form of 
Fast Love

 
That just runs 
And hits the road 

Looking for a new lascivious episode

After its heavy load 
Explodes 

When it's had it's fun
 
 

(C) 
Copyright John Duffy 

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The God of Sleep Speaks

    

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Are you carefully scrutinized by undiscovered forces from another realm? 

Do we in the mist, live forever

Many of your types I pass daily but especially at midnight

When I sit on the edge of their bed

Have always asked

 

Even though we're all invisible

We still hear you 

As you struggle to confide in the forbidden silence

Especially in the last dregs of sunlight before dusk

Are we, immortal souls
You continuously question

What would you do with all that time

Would it drive you right out of your mind

Well, here's my answers 

Just for you to read before you turn to dust

In here

This dark place known to the enlightened few 

As The Shadow Lands

Where I now exist and drink almond ambrosia 

To worship and pray alone

 

Commissioned until eternity 

To strive to excite lost souls 

To confess as a penance 

I've been anointed with 

As my chance to find a means 

To atone

Sacrificed deserted lonely souls 

Who stumble and end up my way

Through random long or short legions of linear poetry

And like a drunken James Brown

I gather them around 

To listen what my words mean 

And say

While high on whiskey and singing 

Papa's Got A New Bag 

Globally 

Dressed like my prototype

Good old Bob Dylan in black

When he once faced his own faithful hurricane

I sometimes entertain them by dancing wildly 

Lyrically 

In a smoke-filled circle 

With the all-time king of pop

Michael Jackson

Whilst moon-walking in grey skies

Watched by others 

And the occasional falling star

My agastopia of delicious lines 

Grace their minds

Like a new friend I was recently introduced to

Hugh Hefner

The one famous for all those damned but hot

Playboy’s pictures

That send adolescent and immature mind's cerebral cortex's 

And libidos 

Totally insane

I sometimes stand in the half-light 

Telling them 

I'm so strong and powerful like that Thandie Newton

The one who once found strength 

Self-worth and power in a new Westworld 

Whilst being reborn again and again

My words are whispered enchantments you see

Spells sent just to serenade your tired bored five senses 

Filled with a crescendo of rising fire like when Marlon Brando

Embraced emancipation while causing total carnage

Death and eventual apocalypse

In Cambodia 

As he boarded that fateful flight 707 from The Seventies 

Dreaming of his girl next door he left home

Called Sophia 

Am I a sceptic like some say or just a wide-boy spectator

A majestic soother like an out-worldly philosopher 

Or just a beguiling collaborator

Can you feel me

You ought to

I am simply giving you a mixture of words

Gracing your insatiable eyes

Through cheap or expensive plastic movie screens

As I hide in the dangerous depths 

Of the twenty-first century's fast-flowing mobile streams

For I'm just a beautiful old beast

A heaven-sent narrator

Steamrolling through with lustrous glossy keys 

To all the so many wet lesser brothels of your mind

As you sit watching and casually sipping these sweet-tasting words as you read

And just like so many

 I already know 

You'll soon become gloriously addicted to my cheap bottles of poetic mead 

You see
I'm just a non-living fossil

A mesmerising essence from bygone days 

Mentioned only once  in The Great Golden Books of The Byzantine 

I celebrate on Tuesdays and Sundays 

By going knee-deep into humanities new future

MK Ultraing new intellects forever

To live just to love me

As I program them
Like an expensive computer geek

I'm a mixture of all of life's sweet-tasting 
aromas and scarred sacred baggage's

Can you feel me yet

Am I just behind you

Watching and walking

As you stride out bravely in front

Or am I standing hiding 

Just beyond sight and keeping firmly closed

All the smokey doorways to all your dreams

Can you feel me like Old Nick

One of my dearest buddies whose everlasting

God that guy loves stalking you all like an ageless Marquis

Me

I'm just a once unvisited world of beguiling words

Just conceived into being by the 

Elemental unspoken old Gods from mystical Talen

Tasked to slowly just consume your earthly time 

Of three scores and if you're lucky, ten

Can you feel my bony fingers stroking those secretive rooms 

The one's barely visited 
when you're awake and drunk 

With this plane of existence many addictive potions

But the secret ones you always use your golden keys to open and visit

When you dream 
and it's then and only then

That you'll see me

As I appear before you

Dressed in blue

To stimulate your mind to carefully unwind

All those old sometimes painful threads 

And through finding your own catharsis 

The freedom to write 

Sing or just to express yourself to be free

(C)

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