Michael's Voice

 (A lone voice whispers)

I wandered far after losing my reason to live 

Very young

Lost in a strange wilderness 

From nineteen-five to nineteen seventy-seven 

I read books 

Studied Carl Jung and sung 

Rock and Roll in a folk band

But as I got older 

My heart now stung 

Remained cold

Locked in hate 

Since my parachute 

My only love 

Had entered The Great Black Gates

And all things hideous 

Found a place in my broken hearts 

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But late night 

As the last breath of night blew 

Right out of the blue 

God whispered 

"Micheal 

It's time to step out of the cold 

And come back 

To the fold

Time to leave the curb 

And hit the road 

For mind and flesh cannot hold out forever 

From me

Stood at the edges of the Great Cross Road"

For when God has a way that He liberates

With a cry of:

Look for me 

The LORD of Lords

And feel my gift of courage 

To fortify your weary heart 

So before you die

Open up and be nourished

So your heart and spirit can heal

Slowly sense 

Those high walls come down 

When my love for you 

Replaces fear with tears of joy

To no longer feel 

 

Cold 

And as wet as winters storm 

Inside

He told me to pay attention 

Before I died 

To watch the skies

And as he said those spellbinding words to set me free

I looked deep into his eyes 

And knew he meant no harm

That day 

My old life left me 

At five-thirty 

Since then 

I wasn't spiritually dirty 

His torch lit my way 

Through the old maze 

Shrouded in darkness

For now 

I'm beautiful 

A reborn fallen angel 

Like so many 

Who once walked

around living

Only to be tempted by danger 

But now I feel a strange sense of freedom 

And now that old pains gone

I'm going to climb to the top this kingdom

Climb Sheol's snow-covered mountain range

To try to find and see her

Braced by the current winds of change 

Carrying me across this new Age

Those old words of wisdom 

I've written on this page 

For all those wanting to escape the cage of rage 

Before they too enter a new Interstellar Exchange 

Look for me 

The LORD of Lords

And feel my gift of courage 

To fortify your weary heart 

So before you die

Open up and be nourished 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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The Tale of The Oath Sayer

(A lone voice whispers)

I wish I could show you such magnificent things 

Things

I've seen

Here in 

The Great In-Between 

Wonders 

You have never witnessed before

But I'd have to go back on my pledge 

A covenant

Made when I stood between twin guards 

Perched on a high ledge 

When I walked through a dark door

A sacred contract 

So sacrosanct 

That even to say the terms of the Vow 

Would rupture this 

Version of Now

For ultimate security is so rare

Yet when that pledge is made 

As Brother Sun 

Descends 

Sealing lips 

With wax from lit candle sticks

Arianrhod Goddess of the Moon and Stars 

Lady Silver- Wheel 

Commands 

All that feel 

To kneel 

In her mystical fields 

Of burning lanterns 

Filled with yellow kerosene 

To be exalted by her exquisite gifts 

Porque benditos son aquellos

quien se aventura

De buena gana

en las tierras oscuras

de aventura

-------

(For blessed are those 

Who venture 

Willingly 

Into The Darklands 

Of Adventure)

----

For in those lands of fables and spectacular dreams

 

Souls 

Young old 

Or fair 

In here 

The Great In-Between

With sacred oath took 

Carry her green and blue leather passport 

Stamped with 

Consort and Follower of The Great Silver-Wheel High Court

To anybody 

And everywhere 

And its why 

I'm reading this to you 

Using your voice 

For us 

Oath Sayers 

Can cross all boundaries 

Without permission 

Or noise 

Trying to tempt those 

Curious 

To make the same choice 

Just whisper 

3 times 

Arianrhod 

Goddess of the Moon and Stars 

Lady Silver- Wheel 

I pledge my allegiance 

Forever to you 

When I enter 

The Great In-Between 

So mote it be 

And soon 

You'll join me 

To see the incredible things 

I've seen

Just you wait and see

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Canto Dreams

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Salute.

(A lone voice sings)

Within grey cloaks 

With eyes 

Wired shut

I remember

A night 

We ran to our room 

New lovers 

After Sabbath

On Sunday noon

Making wild promises 

To watching 

Sun and Moon

In rising smoke 

We

Swan 

Happy in loves 

Deep Lagoon

Before Death struck 

With his sharp harpoon 

And so now 

I walk 

Choking 

On Sheol 

Sand dunes 

Condemned for eternity 

To dream 

Of entering 

That room

 

So now I 

Sing 

For Second Kingdom 

Where soul of man 

Is cleansed for freedom 

Made pure 

To go to Heaven

In wisdom

O sacred  

Is Deaths 

Dying day's decay

If God could see me 

He'd sing 

You did it your way 

And that's price 

Of love 

In Purgurto 

You pay 

For

O sacred  

Is Deaths 

Dying day's decay 

A soft kiss 

To open 

New gates

To where 

Beloved 

Memories 

Play 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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For those seeking catharsis

Sometimes writing things down can offer a form of freedom!

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Are you afraid of sharing your light?

Don’t be!

Inside us, all is a magnificent gift of Light we can share with others.

Be it compassion, kindness, friendship, empathy, or even love.

Simply being there whilst someone is enduring hard times.

Adds to the many lanterns that already light up the grey clouds of Hope.

Be the Light for someone, for in your own hour of darkness, they might just be the illumination you need.

#memories

Omnia Vincit Amor 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

A Mother's Day Story

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Salute.

(A lone voice whispers)

I can still glimpse all of you. 

As my soul, so cleverly hidden from mortal sight.  

  

Emerges unconsciously, whenever it feels the need to invariably weep.  

 

Your delicate engaging smile, I can still so clearly see.  

  

And I can faintly hear your precious voice, sometimes in the stillness. 

Above the noise. 

Everywhere I go.  

 

It's an unusual entity.

That thing of all things called Memories.

To me. 

It's like a strange ethereal bridge. 

Ever-present in The Great In-Between. 

  

Standing just between you and me.

My dearly departed beloved mother.  

  

I always crave to cross that bridge of mine every night, whenever I sleep.  

  

To meet you the one, that I will perpetually treasure.  

  

For it's you. 

I worship and will always choose along with a few others, to always preserve.  

  

My ethereal bridge though once young, is gradually getting old as I age. 

And beginning to disintegrate and quietly fade away.  

  

As my life moves forward and my imminent history.

Writes another story on another page.  

  

Fragments of you slowly appear to disappear from my perception.

Within every passing dying day, and even more depressing seconds.  

  

But occasionally, with momentous recollections. 

Restlessly flourishing profoundly inside.  

 

Crashing in unison like multi-colored waves, upon my mind's yellow sandy beaches.  

  

You still live on dearest mother, today, especially on Mother's Day.

Beyond the clutches of the grave.  

  

I sometimes stand alone in the middle of that ethereal bridge.

Connecting me to my old memories.  

As it stands deserted between now and midnight. 

And start whispering to unknown others.  

  

Watching but choosing to stay hidden in the many deep folds of my recollections.

Safe on the other side.  

  

Now and again.

They arrive as swirling grey shadows and murmur.  

Quietly whispering back.  

  

Some nights, I walk hastily towards them when imbued with cascades of irreplaceable energy.  

  

Some nights, if I'm lucky and God allows it, you appear.

My own beloved mother.  

 

One of life's loves, I still treasure like no other.

My Annie.

The generational spark of my own inner resilience and power.  

A beautiful woman I'll always love from birth until I too am destined to leave this earth.  

  

Those miraculous otherworldly junctures, when they unexpectedly develop.  

Always makes me involuntarily shiver. 

And when I arise, invoked by the early morning lights. 

I always know when you've been.  

  

For I miraculously just find one of your souvenirs.  

  

A beautiful small white feather, and within that captivating moment. 

I always see us.  

  

Standing close together at midnight, on that deteriorating bridge.

Gently holding hands forever. 

Whatever our plights, even though so long ago. 

You were consecrated to turn quietly to dust.  

One night.

And in that sweet moment of self-revelation.

As we stand like mother and son.

So close together.  

  I then always know what I sometimes forget but always remember.

The justifications why my soul invariably, unconsciously appears to cry.  

  

For deep down inside, I know. 

Those we love never really die.  

  

 (C)  

Copyright John Duffy

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Is Mundane simply for you?

 

Leave a memory they will never forget.

Don’t be just a distant memory that slowly fades with the passage of time.

Do something that inspires enflames but more importantly, 

ignites the passion of others 

As you venture upon your journey of self-discovery throughout the many adventures of your Life.

Be anything but Mundane!

Omnia Vincit Amor (L)

Love Conquers 

(C 

John Duffy

Do you believe in the Laws of Synchronicity?

 Sometimes in life.

As we traverse its many unknown back roads and side streets. 

Something tragic happens and whilst enduring its many trials and tribulations.

We can sometimes lose our true selves, but with hope beating like a drum within our hearts.

And compassion coursing like a torrent within our veins, we can always find ourselves, once again.

Life is a miracle and we are but one of many.

Sometimes, through the shadows of seemingly unfathomable despair.

A hand suddenly extends and envelopes us in a warm embrace.

That hand whoever it is, or whatever form it takes. 

Represents Empathy. 

Grasp it and pull yourself up.

Step out of the shadows of self-doubt, fear, and solitude.

I am a firm believer in the Laws of Synchronicity.

Maybe you were meant to read these words. 

A higher power subtly compelling you on an unconscious spiritual level.

Compelling you to a means of inner renewal.

Maybe it’s what you need.

To enter a process of self-renewal as you revisit memories you simply cherish.

Mysteries still abound within the 21st Century.

Knowledge replaces Fear.

A motto of many highly respected institutions.

Does it resonate with you?

Find yourself!

"For we rise more by helping others and we Love even more, by Remembering.”

Omnia Vincit Amor (L)

Love Conquers All 

(C)

John Duffy

 

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Is Living sometimes the rarest thing in the World?

 

The most important story we will write within our lifetime is not one created with ink, but simply of choice.

The past and the present are inextricably linked, but we have something called Choice.

To disentangle and rise above circumstances that created who we are due to our past, and present situations.

But we can still rewrite our future simply by choosing to Change.

Our lives are molded by choices. 

First, we decide and then our choices make us.

What we think we become.

You must know you are different if you're reading this blog 

Because of all those subtle things which makes you beautiful inside and out 

Just try to scatter kindness wherever you venture, as you never know when it may be needed by you in return.

Always believe that you have your own unique abilities into transforming the impossible into reality.

End every day with a positive thought. No matter how hard things were, tomorrow’s a fresh opportunity to make it Better.

So be it.

To Live is sometimes the rarest thing in the world, some chose to simple exist and accept the mundane.

Choose Epic.

Your life is your imprint upon all you meet, be gracious, generous, and gregarious.

Above all have a great night wherever you are.

Omnia Vincit Amor (L)
Love Conquers All 

Sending blessings from The Great In-Between 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Whispers

Your heart can become tired
wading through emotional fires

That you are unable to fix

So
Beauty sometimes lies in surrender

For in the end 

Be prepared to accept peace by discovering two crucial things

 Helplessness is sometimes part of people’s journey

In life 

And we might have to be gracious and just embrace it

For there is no gain in resisting it

Since in the escalation of emotions in your internal battle

You will no doubt renounce the very obvious 

That could deliver your acceptance and deliverance

The other is just Love

Step in tune to Love for Karma will offer little peace 

To ease the pain 

For as long as you create memories 

Yesterday stays forever in someone's soul

For as long as you create Hope 

Tomorrow beckons with a smile

And when  

Or if 

Or how 

You find Love 

Every day could be glorious 

(C)

John Duffy