Resserection. Is reincarnation real?

 

 My early morning post is of course about life, as they all are.   

When sending pieces out into the ether of the Internet, a quiet thought lingers. 

Do people enjoy my thoughts?

I hope so.
Salute.

Resurrection.

Did you know

You are part of a carefully
designed operation of epic
proportions

A subtle design filled and
masquerading

Embedded within
deep spiritual emotions

A mythical vacuum

In the shape of sometimes
inconceivable keys home

A real reason to beseech
kindness and love
 

To atone

Whatever the seasons

We are all sinners
At some level

All said and done

But it's an eternal battle

For we are limitless
And constantly reborn
So it's one

That can be won

We don't have to be saints

Mimic faithfully
Religious figures
Or their sons

We don't have to live life in the shadows
as non-engaging devout monks

Or grace the world's many dance floors

Like quite powerless black-robed nuns

We just have to embrace all things
people or situations

That wilfully comes

Filled
With magnanimity

Sympathy and
Empathy

Beyond ambitious devious trinity's

It's how we'll live forever
In realms of self-imposed liberties

Rising like the Sun
In the perpetual East

Blowing like the early morning breeze
filled within an everlasting ease

Engaging and delectable
like a limitless
conversational piece

We can all sometimes forget this life
Is but one of many

On a short-term lease

We may get caught up in the moment
And forget to look around and reflect

That the Tall Man will eventually arrive in his long black mac

To collect

So it's better to do your best
Then live forever in eternity

Swirling and swimming in silvery pools
Filled and undulating in waves of regrets

Rise in the morning with good thoughts within your heart

It's how you'll escape the pain in
tomorrows unknown futures

Of your soul falling apart

As you awaken behind a newborn
bright blue eyes

Powered by a strange beating new heart

(C)
Copyright John Duffy 

The foundation of this piece is based on this question:

Is reincarnation real?

Salute.

Are you a Meraki?

 

(A lone voice whispers)

As a talented Meraki

Born with an incredible gift

Are you 

But a mysterious seducer

Who tries to lift 

The inquisitive minds of 

Others

As you create emotional 

Teasing bridges or 

Captivating red doors

That need to be crossed

Or opened with your 

Secretive sensitive keys

For the silently hidden 

Readers 

To follow 

Willingly

Into your divine sacred 

Hollow

Guided by your glowing 

Weaving trails 

Of enticing delicious vivid 

Verbs

Into a familiar darkness

They sometimes need to 

Visit

Even if they get lost

Before they lose their

Nerve

Or even swallowed

Whatever the cost

For even though

Some may call you

A charlatan

A new reborn King

Or Queen

Of somewhere 

Totally

Cosmopolitan

A devious seducer of 

Fragile minds

Who hold you upright in 

CSF Fluid

Perhaps as sinners 

Bringers

Even singers

Of so many lucid 

Tragedies

Or sovereignties

That binds them 

Within their

Seams

But are all your great 

Epiphanies or epistles

From The Great In-Between 

If they're translated 

At their irreducible

Core

Can they be 

Simply this

Live for any form of 

Happiness

That you can ever find

And a loving muse

Who brings you such incredible 

Bliss

As you try to guide them to 

Paint touching emotional Pictures 

Through creating

Lasting stories and 

Legacies 

Filled with sweet kisses

Music

Laughter or poetry

As your eternal fountain 

And lyre

And to encourage them

To put them to good use

To never lament old age

As it tries to abuse their 

Eternally youthful 

Spiritual body

Once so beautiful 

But still full of relentless 

Fire

For their hearts may 

Seem so heavy

And tired

In some sad moments 

And they lose 

All sight of the power

Of hope 

To cope

Feeling raw emotions

Linked to grief

Love or serenity 

Which suddenly appears like an Iceberg

Or gentle snowflake 

As their peace burns 

As it goes up 

Each morning

As they wake

In swirling grey smoke 

Like a sorrowful melody 

But look me in these deep

Poetic eyes 

And be lifted up in 

Dawn’s rose-flushed arms

To truly live

To find the courage 

To look into life’s deep ever Changing mirrors

And always remember

You have so much more 

Mysteries

To still give

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Meraki

A Greek word meaning to do something with soul, creativity, or love; to put something of yourself in your work.

Epistle

A poem or other literary work in the form of a letter or series of letters.

The Sailors Monologue

 (A lone voice whispers)

Take this
As a now bearable parting gift 

From someone who will always love you 

The most 

As we bid our last painful goodbyes 

After renouncing
All known ties 

And departing 
Like two lonely unloved ghosts 

Into life's
Slow moving mists 

For
It's been a wonderful dream 

But the dark god
Deimos 

From The Great In-Between
Now let in 

By emerald eyes
Hidden or seen 

To slow shadow walk
Towards us 

As we drift 

Has gloriously
Destroyed us 

Smiling
Wearing 

A white Captain Bligh
shirt and 

Old nineties
Faded
Levi's blue jeans 

Grinning like a mad fool
In our slipstream 

At the joy and wonder

Of all our frail emotional screams 

Which creep in

In extreme
Sinful ways 

As we fall apart
At the seams 

In the fading lights
Each midnight 

Or in so many dark secretive corners 

Everyday 

For our deep love

Like an abandoned
Nightingale 

Has upped suddenly
And flown
Away 

Once
In a vision
Or a divine play 

I saw you 
Lovingly 

Looking my way
On Malibu Street 

But now
Feeling cold and
Numb 

Eating crumbs of
Defeat 

Like an outcast
A leper 

A reborn
Fletcher Christian 

Sailing away
On a new mission 

I beg you

Please look away 

For even though 

I'm broken in two 

Constantly 

Thinking of you 

My sad heart
Will once more soar 

Like Martial Eagle
In full flight 

When true love
Eventually returns 

And she knocks
Hard 

On my tired hearts
Beating
Door 

Pleading to be let in
But until then 

Gossips  
Racketeers
Gaslighters 

And every incarnation of the known Devil 

Hear my rebellious lions roar 

As my soul

Stands so ready and majestically
Tall 

Holding a golden sharp diamond-encrusted sword called Hope 

Clutching a solid silver shield

With 

Veniet Amor Cum Paratus Sum (L)

Inscribed on the front in gold 

Love will come when I'm ready 

To banish despair
Forevermore 

For this pain and old memories are no longer civil 

So here I stand
In pure spirit 

On
Freedoms 
Sandy
Yellow shores 

As my higher self 

Prepares
To go to war 

To earn some more
Golden and red medals 

For my old true love
Has walked right out of my life 

And joy doesn't live here
Anymore 

(C)
Copyright John Duffy 

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Deimos /ˈdaɪmɒs is the personal god of dread and terror in Greek mythology

The Voice of Farouk

(A dark voice whispers)

We the dead 

Envy you 

The living

You know 

Crying 

Watching 

Everywhere you go

From our new bedrooms 

In quiet tombs 

Underground 

Worldwide

In this endless winters snow

Saying  

Look at all those crazy fools 

Suddenly dying 

They'll all  

Be coming here 

Soon

To gather in our 

Dark Black Watchers 

Fields 

With us 

The new night breed

Turning slowly to 

Pitiful dust 

Filled with dry tears 

And crying eyes

Endlessly 

Whispering too

Why did we listen to paid-for lies 

For when that bastard Covid Man 

Comes a calling 

With his shiny black medication bag

Filled with backhanded bribes 

All living things 

Filled with rarer than gold 

Pure loosh and fear 

Start 

A falling 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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My last urge to write poetry .

Blowing like a wind

Illuminating the soul 

Cherish poetry 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

It's been fun.

Look after yourself.

Salute.

Goodbye.

Happy New Year

 

We've lost a few
Gained a few

Still loved a few
Living

If we're lucky

But happy New Year
To just You

© John Duffy 😍😎🙏🥃

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The Occult Goddess

 

 (A lone voice whispers)

Every night 

When she chooses to suddenly appear

To the chosen few

Stories abound in darkened rooms and secret circles

That all her restless slaves 

Try to raise their weary heads 

From their feathered pews

Enchanted 

Beyond all belief 

Pleading telepathically to climax 

And find some sort of mental release

As she stands over their ramshackled lonely beds

Deceptively 

Beautiful as every single spoken 

Or written human rhyme  

Some say

Uttered down through the Ages 

Through 

Time

By Poets

Mystics and so many Mages 

Some speak of long leather-clad legs 

All men cry to touch and beg and pray inwardly 

 

To caress

Ravish me red lips

Women say they forever daydream 

To just taste 

Emerald eyes they all speak of

Orbs to invade and conquer your soul

Until the very end

Whenever it's time 

For your human life 

To be laid to waste

Has she entered your room and watched you sleep 

As your soul wandered its many inner spaces 

And unspoken keeps

Her name

You may ask

Well, her name is simply Want

For we all deep down 

Crave something

Be it flesh

Power 

Friendship or even Love

Amongst many others

Only our occult Mother 

Called Want 

Can guide us 

To provide

Regardless of the price 

It will cost us 

In the long run 

As we struggle to survive 

While 

she still lives and thrives 

Feeding off our inner suffering 

As we sustain and strengthen her 

With our foolish wants and self-defeating lies 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Esmeralda

 Press play before reading. Salute.

I hope she still waits 

Somewhere 

Within that old farmers' gate 

That wild rebellious 

Country woman 

Of such irreducible taste 

Whose bright eyes still shine 

With the illustrious glow 

Of that illuminated flame

Once stolen in haste 

By brave Prometheus 

From heavens dark skies 

With no shame 

Starting an eternal war between two heavenly states 

A divine glow that now

Enhances her beautiful face

And sometimes 

As I pass by that way 

Incredibly 

Late at night

I can always hear her 

Whispering my name

For she stands 

So inflamed

Dressed in black leather 

And green 

Looking like Morgana the Cunning Sorceress 

In all Arthurian legends

One of the most beautiful women 

I've ever seen

And she holds me now 

Like a pawn 

Enthralled in a grip of steel 

Who no longer feels 

As I try 

With all my might 

To break down 

Her carefully constructed walls

Where she stands 

Always so tall 

Especially 

In these dark woods 

At the stroke of midnight

Where we still meet 

As I stroll through those gates

No longer in control

Guided by her candlelights 

To watch her 

Standing 

Filled with such magical purpose

Singing so eloquently 

In her candlelit circle 

Up to the moon 

And the watching skies 

As white clouds roll by 

With no rehearsals

Uttering strange ancient spells 

Unknown to most 

Only those in the know

As she conquers and subdues

All who dare 

Come hither into view 

Before they can yell

 

It's why I still visit 

Along with so many others

For we're all just hypnotized fools 

Enchanted 

By the delicious sounds 

Of Esmeralda 

And her golden ringing 

Summoning bells

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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The Swimmer

 I'm not yours 

Like it used to be

Now I'm just lost 

Swimming 

In rough seas 

Clutching onto your memories 

Like a broken tree 

To keep me afloat 

In this now 

Gentle breeze

But I know 

When I really look 

At that tree

My old love 

Loved to be quiet 

Loved to be loud

 

Loved to be kind 

But 

Sometimes 

in the twilight 

Lost and floating at sea

I also know 

Her old

Love still blows my mind 

Wherever it takes me 

Wherever I go

Even though

It's like a tree 

Covered with a philosopher's

soul disease 

As I look for शम्भल 

Also known as

Śambhala 

In the lost lands of 

Tagzig Olmo Lung Ring

A mythical place 

I now float to 

Where the brokenhearted 

Gather in huge burning 

Paranormal circles 

To sing 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

The Christmas Prayer

 

There's an incredible woman I once knew 

Who suddenly appeared
One Sunday afternoon 

Right out of its
Ether and Blue 

We lived and walked on kind or mean streets 

Made of fire and ice
In all known weathers 

It was like rare miracle
A true unique paradise 

Before our happiness
Paid the fatal price 

For like all good things 

We came under attack
And The Principalities 

Destroyed it with their dark knife 

Worried
Vexed
Harassed
Irritated
Confused

And frustrated 

We fell like lightning from our heaven 

Never again
To be together 

But then a low whisper Came to me

Skipping and dancing
Like Heidi 

Throughout all the inner corridors 

Of my mind 

In a dream
With no name 

It whispered

Say these words 

When day breaks or when the night falls 

To cleanse your soul of anything dark 

That calls 

Lord God, my Protector and
Savior 

I pray for Your protection and salvation 

As my days and nights left
In numbers 

Fall 

For you are my shield
My place 

My refuge and under Your wings 

I pray for peace against all those things 

The Principalities use 

So I can look past that darkness 

And remember the love
I still have for my muse 

And then it faded
Like a setting sun 

I wrote down that prayer
For it lingered so 

Begging to be captured
In case others needed to hear 

Or know it's rapture 

Its powerful song
To help right old wrongs 

For I see her now
Standing so strong 

In visions 

Like Deborah in The Old Testament

Heaven sent 

As I thank the Lord
Day and night in prayer 

For the strength

In making his Presence
Felt 

To then revisit memories
That never left 

Those beautiful ones
I still treasure 

The ones we
Created and
Forever meant 

(C)
Copyright John Duffy 

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