(A lone voice whispers)
Deep state influencers
Pushing the narrative
Condemning so many
Is sudden death
The new normal
And are some of these
Charlatans and thieves
Humanities true
Enemies?
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
A piece related to the high rise in sudden deaths, worldwide, and the part influencers played in convincing people to receive one.
Did someone convince you?
(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.
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
(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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Shared under fair usage policy.
Blowing like a wind
Illuminating the soul
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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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(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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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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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
