The Fan from Elsewhere

  

Foundation of the piece.

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Is the true cost of fame worth the unspoken truth of celebrity status?

We all must know at least one celebrity from one platform, who crossed over after shaking Fame's seductive hard.

From music, art, film and literature. 

The many doors which open, also has tables like ones in The Banquet of the Gods.

Spilling with all known temptations.  

Light and dark.

(A lone voice whispers)

Under an old wooden White Cross

Stood smiling

In a field  

Full of rolling weeds and green moss

Clutching a white rose  

With capricious eyes, that whispered

Come across

To me

I saw her  

Standing all the way back

As I drank in the scene

Like a radiant goddess

From The Great In-Between  

Sat in the fourth row

Watching  

One of our favorite new cinematic greats

In our interconnected news feed

Called  

Life's Great Picture Shows  

And like a new Marilyn Monroe

The new Love Parade Face 

Of Gucci  

This new star of the moment

Radiated such intense subliminal beauty

But what many didn't know  

Her family and friends

And all those others we see  

Who pretend

We 

The Silent Ghostly Watchers 

Ancestors

Old dead lovers

And otherworldly fans

Spirits like me

Scrutinizing her movie

Know

Her innate talents will soon send her

Where the Starlinks fly

Up to The High Places

Where all Real-Time Dreamers

Go

After they've been partying with pure white ...snow

(C)  

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Whispers in a Dream

 

(A lone voice speaks)

ln life 

You 

Yes 

You 

Like all mortals 

Like I once was

 

Will lose everything you truly adore 

With the final cut of one of The Six Fates' 

By Thanatos's sharp knife 

Them being 

Father

Mother 

Son

Daughter 

Sister 

Brother 

 

As your life runs 

All else in between 

Can be fixed 

But that quick or slow cut 

To one of The Six

Can be the first of many arrows 

Loosed hails 

From the fiery bows of Exanimationes Incidamus 

Released to irritate us

So we know the bitter taste of loss

And how painfully rigid that path is

For one is doomed to go falling and climbing 

Mixed emotions precarious stairs 

But fear not

Resist never 

For that stairs always leads home 

To accepting 

Loss is just one of life's 

Cornerstones 

Everything has a sell-by date 

All of us 

Before we too 

Turn to dust 

Want to know a secret how the circumvent some of that pain 

Love them even harder 

The Six Fates 

Father

Mother 

Son

Daughter 

Sister 

Brother 

If you have six 

Create great lasting memories 

A legacy filled with such personal stories 

For they will be a shield and sword to battle grief 

For some cathartic relief

For one day

Exanimationes Incidamus 

With his green quilted bow in tow

Will suddenly open up that door 

This you can trust

So fire can flush out of every window 

Of your inner house with

a huge force 

Followed by the call of a thousand trumpets 

To compel one to be left 

With too little 

As you seem to lose your way 

Without a compass

And hide away from the world 

In your own holy fallout shelter 

In your Inner Delta 

Where you'll sit and remember 

Your life's gift of promise 

Forever 

Your 

Strength 

Defender 

And

Saviors 

Have gone

For sometimes when Death 

Thanatos

Comes calling and places his Black Veil lovingly on the Chosen 

To then lead them away 

Spiritually by the hand 

Dressed in His midnight suit 

Black with a white tie

As their physical body slumps 

As they die

Know this 

Their spirit 

As it leaves that now empty husk 

Looks for you 

One last time 

And prays 

With pleading eyes 

You'll one day be reunited 

Somewhere 

In Eternities 

Fast swirling dust 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

(Exanimationes Incidamus. Latin for Depression.) 

Salvatoro's' Vision

(A lone voice whispers)

Are you being brainwashed 

And exquisitely influenced 

By The Relentless Mixed  

Outcasts who took sides 

In the Great Rebellion of Angels

To play unholy tricks

Does your psychic reflection 

Show true angels 

Your spiritual strengths or stagnation  

Or are you just spiritually 

Bereft 

Doomed 

And it's why you race through lifes mists

In an infinite quest 

Of self-interest 

Not helping others 

Expressing kindness 

But

Wavering a purple 

Look at Me  

Or blue 

I Believe and Accept 

The Narrative Flag

Like a Bannerman of House Pinterest  

But be careful though 

Those 

Spiritually bereft

Those halfway souls are eternally fluctuating 

Like cheap yellow silk scarfs in the hot Acheron Winds 

When their Great Bell chimes

Neither in The Great Pit nor out of it 

Cowards instead 

Residing on the shores 

Of the River of Woe 

In the Land of the Dead

Watching Brother Charon ferrying lost souls 

Across to Hell 

To meet 

Mister 

You Know

Those Neither Ones

The neutrals in life  

Who sat on the fence 

And never gave two cents 

Watching the world implode and burn 

All around them 

Without a care in the world

The Bannermen  

Condemned and

Hypnotized by the visual barbiturate  

Of Social Media or House Self Interest 

Soon to sit shackled to the crawling sand banks of strange insects 

Beside The River of Woe

By its ever-moving sand dunes

Crawling with opening and closing 

Misshapen hands 

Loathsome souls and sinners' 

Awashed with ever-flowing sweat and wet tears 

That flows down their skin  

As the ever-watching Crow Men 

With golden eyes 

Ablaze 

Armed with fiery black pitchforks 

Creep in

Forever smiling 

As The Only Ferry in town 

Passes by 

Filled with sad passengers 

Soon to worship loneliness

Soon to cry 

With the lone drum beats of Urtication 

Starts

To instill a new consciousness 

In their endless trials of Antipathy of Corruption and Degradation 

Like a hot spear 

To the heart

This I've seen 

It's such a living masterpiece of manifestation 

A divine work of art 

So

Do more 

Be more 

Or you could be on the ferry with Brother Charon 

On stuck 

Watching forever 

In the sandy dunes 

Crawling with the beasts of Hell's long night 

Where the misshapen hands live to run 

As you regret things 

You should have said 

Or done

(C)

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Voices in the Night

(A lone voice whispers)

My only love

May you remember me 

As I soar

With a heart that gleams 

Like a rare Atlantis diamond

My love 

Even though separated 

By this Great In-Between

Which for you 

Alone in my incredible memories cathedrals 

Alabaster halls 

I still scream for

I know one glorious day 

We'll be together again 

For I'll climb all known or unknown mountains

To find you 

For a new start 

To ask even the highest gods and goddesses 

The Elementals of the Universe 

Why we were so tragically torn apart

Swim the Black Rivers of Golgotha 

Filled with pink shoals of ravenous piranha

To reach the edges of Sheol or Nirvana

Death might have taken me so strongly

Extinguished my lit candle 

So wrongly 

But Love exists forever

When found 

Lives on with delight Into the longest of dark nights

Even if one walks on Heaven's high ground 

Or underground in Hell 

Or just stuck in-between 

By an occult spell 

Fate might have led me to stand on these grey ash-filled shores of Death 

I may now sing 

Poetic lullabies 

Lost in The Second Kingdom 

To the watching 

Gathered in revolving circles 

Lost souls

Where 

With time 

There comes 

Judgment then freedom 

Molded to rise up to Heaven

So here 

O Sacred Muse 

I'll wait in your memories gardens

Since 

I am yours 

A true love story

Standing alone on these 

Yellow shores 

Waiting by Purgatorio 

Black ornate gates 

For you to arrive 

The only woman I loved 

When I was

Once alive

(C)

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The Tale of The Penitent Man

 

(A lone voice whispers. Looking skywards.)

Oh, my old love of anything linked to emotional heresy

Do you still miss me

You 

Regal deceptive beauty and queen of all tempestuous ecstasy 

Who guided me by sinful blindness and fornication

To be my own worst enemy

In a deep physical need for things of physical substance and for sexual security 

Bound to one 

Or two persons 

In greed 

And that's why I was deplorably cursed 

To wander lost 

Until The High Trinity in Unity

Told me 

Dost Thou in our presence 

Abide by our sacred ways 

To in penitence 

Rise with morning praise 

Recant 

And burn out 

All your old sinful heresy 

So we can rejoice 

And reign in Thee

Num sigillum nostrum ad sanandum accipis?

(Will you accept our seal to heal?)

Now as I hear angelic anthems 

Awakened in the sanctity of forever silence 

Enriched with gifts of piety for clarity 

I cry 

Oh Hear Me 

Thou Almighty Kings

Hear my praises 

Each morning as

I rise 

Before sunrise 

To kneel and sing

For heresy is a dangerous red and golden ring 

To wear

So I swear 

Fealty 

And whisper 

In the low hours 

Praise be to The High Trinity in Unity

All heavenly hosts 

For welcoming me into their blessed community 

To commune for purification with

The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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Foundation of the piece.

I recently met a once-broken man, who found his salvation in a new found faith. 

Salute. 

Friday Inspiration

 

 Sometimes in Life when things appear unreachable

When the dark clouds of despair takes us, and we sometimes will it 

To lead us into the Dark

Because we feel totally lost and unteachable

Sometimes

Belief in our own innate powers of self-recovery through strength

Faith, determination, knowledge, and conviction

Can help to lead us back into the Light

Away from dark thoughts and a self eventual 

Crucifixion 

Believe in yourself

That inner voice always cries

 

You can create miracles.

The foundation of the piece is based on faith.

A belief that whatever your religion, as long as you have faith.

You'll never walk alone.

Salute. 

(A lone voice whispers)

Smile and in those loving eyes

I am reborn

So

Faith Hope and Charity can reach so deep inside 

To break the chains of a weary heart

A sacred truth I now know

For 

You welcome me like the early morning lights

A Spirit 

Always standing strong

At the center of my life

My guardian and precious keeper of my lonely soul

Indomitable and so easy to find

With Faith renewed 

I'll face the world knowing that smiling reflection

From within my shiny bathroom mirror

I know is you 

Watching and protecting as I grow spiritually 

To always try to 

Push through 

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Need a prayer in 2023?

  

Press play and let the music wash over you as read.

Salute.

(A lone voice whispers)

Let there be a bright light to strengthen 

And revitalize

You

In the name and in the presence of The Almighty

Of which we are all reborn into 

For Eternity 

Through the sacred power of the Holy Blood

Once sacrificed for me and you

And so many others

I COMMAND the four winds to summon 

Archangel Michael 

To with his mighty flaming sword 

Remove all dark energies 

Manifesting 

Around me or my friends' 

And any unseen energies 

That secretly binds

As all that darkness is absolved 

Into the ether from whence, it came 

I call upon

Archangel Gabriel 

To summon God's strength

And the blessed 

Violet Flame and through 

Ablution 

Cleanse our energies 

And remove all illnesses 

And threats to our mortal being

To once again 

Bathe us all in the 

Pure White Light 

From the Almighty's 

Great Halls and to 

Fill up all our Future Rooms 

With so much revitalizing 

Energy

I ask Archangel Michael 

Through the Almighty's grace 

To purge all the afflictions 

From kind souls as they go into the world 

To do the Lord's bidding

In this very moment as all this 

Dark energy is released 

I pray for divine salvation 

Freedom and enlightenment 

For all birds need to fly

Not to just hide 

All alone in the wings

For we all have a glorious song

We need to sing

In the name of the

Almighty 

So be IT

Amen

(C) 

Copyright

John Duffy

The Song of ἄλγος

 (A lone voice sings)

I never wanted to cry

But then 

I always remember

 

I still hear

The sweet sound of your voice 

That I last heard in November

While out in the worlds cold noise 

And

It's why I sing

Old Glory 

Glory 

Glory

Hosanna 

Behold

O thou 

God of Old

Grant me some grace 

That comes to power 

To unfold 

Old Glory 

Glory 

Glory

Hosanna 

Behold

Send me 

Blessed 

Gifts of frankincense and gold 

Give me patience 

To see my old story 

Retold 

Old Glory 

Glory 

Glory

Hosanna 

Behold

Like a a blade of grass 

Grows through the cold 

Old Glory 

Glory 

Glory

Hosanna

 

Behold 

Old Glory 

Glory 

Glory

Hosanna 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

ἄλγος • 

(álgos) n (genitive ἄλγεος or ἄλγους); tmhird declension. pain (of either mind or body), sorrow, trouble, grief, distress, woe quotations ▼ that which causes pain.

Dreams of Escape

(A lone voice whispers)

Is it nearly midnight

Wherever you are 

As society falls into geopolitical pieces

And are those invisible ideas 

Falling like wet Autumn leaves 

As you dream about a new terrifying 

Babylonian future

While searching for a panacea

In the middle of all this crazy world's 

Dystopia

Is it supernaturally quiet 

As you look online

And do streets beneath your darkened windows

Run riot and dance 

With feverish violence 

Like in France 

As all sinister-looking shadows 

As big as Goliath 

Stand naked and bare 

Whispering about the Coming of a preplanned Dark Utopia 

And does the sweet scent of a new escape 

From their planned oblivion 

Twenty Minute Cities 

Where people will worship a new God 

They term Melancholia

Linger and follow you 

Like a loyal shadow 

Everywhere you go

Warning in slight gestures and manifestations 

To look out for a newly conjured smiling Hell 

Summoned by old pagan distorted Politikia 

Whispering dark spells 

On Podiums 

For the Dum Dums

About a seemingly welcoming warm universe  

To live within 

But one that will receive you into its kingdom 

In a black hearse

To blend within its long sensuous green grass 

To hide entwined in its long shadows forever 

In straight authoritarian 

Lines

As recent citizens of its false heaven 

Where forgiveness is ever never offered or given 

Do you read to dream of escape 

Or are you just happy to stand in straight lines 

Blinded by social media

To be herded 

Like cattle 

Through Authoritarian 

Red and Black Gates 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

The Apostle of Sin. Seeking freedom.

Title: 

The Apostle of Sin. Seeking freedom.

 (A lone voice whispers)

Watching the old world through my rust 

Encrusted Scrying 

Mirror 

My blood 

If I had any 

Would be green with envy 

For when I see couples happy 

A baptism of souls meeting

The lividity in me burns 

So slow 

Like an inquisitor's cruel act of Abacination 

Surrounding me within a lone cloud

From the Darkness of Hell itself 

And with a long night of

Squeals of demonic delights 

Ahead

A legion of guttural voices singing out like Beniamino Gigli

Under meager skies 

Chanting dark spells 

I now know this place 

I'm in 

Resembles Hell 

A heavy breathing consciousness 

Where the heartbroken live within 

Especially us 

Baptized to greave 

Through acts of Self-immolation 

Caused by the dark temptations of sin

Destruction

in which there is no love 

Left 

But only green envy

The price I now pay in Purgatory 

Now I've gained entry

As my eyes remain open 

With my soul praying to break free 

Now just cursed 

To just pray 

With frenzy

She doesn't forget me 

But remember 

No one alive is pure 

For we are born 

To be corrupted by love 

For no one is one hundred percent 

An Innocenti 

For even you 

Beyond the sacred shores 

Of The Ferryman of Hades 

River

You'll sin too

It's not an accusation but a confession 

And it's why I speak 

Hoping to gain resurrection

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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