The End

Sometimes 

To just disappear is all one desires

To extinguish old fires

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

1st May 2023

My last post.

Salute.

Whispers in the silence

 

Just as painful memories 

Within the hidden and carefully compartmentalized cells

In my complicated mind 

Calls

Soon as the dark shroud of night

Falls

When the world is rendered all serene and speechless

Just before Morpheus The God of Sleep

Arrives 

With his eternal Suitcase of Dreams

He's carried from The Great In-Between

To hypnotize

With sweet truths and lies

All that sleeps

Unseen

Every day

Every hour

Every moment in my power

I’m always thinking of you 

My beautiful Queen 

The one I once met 

As I walked alone

By The Red Churches

Black Wrought Iron Old Gates

Like it was our preordained fate

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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Oh Blessed Beltane

 

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(A lone voice sings)

Oh Blessed Beltane

Oh blessed be

Tonight the Queen of the Fairies

Áine 

Appears on her white charger

To enchant and tempt all 

Who wishes to follow

In her white suit of armor 

To Faeryland

The Sacred Green Hollow

The Fairy Queen who comes 

Rides in front

For all  

Anointed to see

Gowned in green silk and 

Halo of light 

Eyes a glow

Like woodland groves 

Where no one only kin

Dare follow 

Only they 

Who knows 

So if you see

Or feel a gust of wind

Hear golden bells ring

Which hang from black leather harnesses 

Of the Fairy Queen's 

Steed

As they joyously sing

It might be best 

To lay in woodland hides 

And you she may pass by

Or you could follow

As she rides

For the Fairy Folks on Beltane

Tonight they raid

For here comes 

Wild Riders from across the Shee

So light up all yellow hay

Like bright beacons on Bridles Way

And ring those golden bells and yell

To guide the Named few 

To cross Fairy folk's Fells

In this year

Of 2023

Let Beltane fires 

Free

To burn and Maypole dances 

Come alive

So many can sing

Dance and pray

Until the dawn cockerel screams 

To break her Beltane spell 

As Summer announces 

Start of new day

As sun dies

Over Greenfell's Way

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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The Shadow Walker

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(A lone voice sings in the darkness.)

Hallelujah

Praise the Lord

Like a feline spirit  

Dancing wildly 

Under a silver Moonlit sky

Hallelujah

Praise the Lord

Feeling her spiritual 

Presence

So I know

She's there

Hallelujah

Praise the Lord

And with 

Never sleeping eyes

Watching and guiding me 

Everywhere 

My mother

Like no other

Hallelujah

Praise the Lord

The Shadow Walker

With the necklace of golden fire

Resonating a love for me

In exultation

That will never retire

Hallelujah

Praise the Lord

Hallelujah

Praise the Lord

The Shadow Walker

With the necklace of golden fire

Resonating a love for me

In exultation

That will never retire

Hallelujah

Praise the Lord

Like a feline spirit  

Dancing wildly 

Under a silver Moonlit sky

Hallelujah

Praise the Lord

Feeling her spiritual 

Presence

So I know

She's there

Hallelujah

Praise the Lord

And with 

Never sleeping eyes

Watching and guiding me 

Everywhere 

My mother

Like no other

Hallelujah

Praise the Lord

Hallelujah

Praise the Lord

Hallelujah

Praise the Lord

Amen

Hallelujah

Praise the Lord

Amen

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Calliope. The Muse sent by Angels.

 

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Shall we begin?

Amongst the murky misty encroaching images

Resonating temptation filled with seductive sin

A surreal scene the creators of Casablanca 

Would have been proud to call their very own

My new muse

Calliope 

Wandered and appeared

Walking like a real siren

Stepping straight into view

Wearing a stunning Fashionista's white dress 

She appeared right out of the blue 

Bent and with tasty red sweet lips

And French kissed me back into life 

Watched by cautious eyes

Who had sent her 

To help me get through

Dwellers 

Who stood hidden in the crescent glow 

Of the Full Strawberry Moon

Which hung high in the purple-hued sky 

Like an unearthly tribute to mortal pain 

Where all those suffering 

Made them an unconscious seat and bowed to welcome them in

Into their bedroom

In the falling night rain

I now seem to reach out earnestly to crave her soft touch 

As those old emotions of being alone 

That my spirit just once loved

To clutch

Systematically kneel  

Submitting to be slain 

Like a marked Cain

My Calliope came gliding in majestically last June 

Riding on the backs of handwritten messages

Exchanged through friends one glorious day 

As they discussed my story 

And all its many open and well-known wounds

Notes that said I was available now I've found freedom 

From old sacred vows of fidelity

Once spoken 

In hushed verses 

Which someone else had recently foolishly broken

We now stand firmly upright Whenever we meet

In straight lines 

In new lands of holding hands 

Whilst we're walking

Enjoying talking and telling each other funny stories 

Like meeting each other was foretold 

To be our calling

At this very moment as I sit here 

By the attic window 

By this old Riverside Cafe 

In the Parisian winter cold

Looking out in quiet meditation and contemplating 

How my once sad life

Suddenly turned to gold

I still in these quiet moments of soul-searching introspection 

Embrace my newly found harmonious serendipity 

And all these treasured moments and intimate reunions

Where two newly introduced souls 

With such effortless proclivity  

Merged together 

As if guided by a strange sense of supernatural compatibility

Was I carefully scrutinized by those Hidden Watchers 

I sometimes wonder 

Angels

Who stand on blue milk crates In those black unknown voids

Fluctuating between time and space

Trying to find ingenious strategies 

And heavenly constructs to illuminate

I hope 

My much cherished and treasured face

Who knows 

But now I've found a compatible world

A fascinating realm

Replenished endlessly with laughter

Celebrated and baptized at midnight 

By soft wanton lips

Which collide together so passionately

Forever 

I hope in close proximity

I may never know all the answers but in scripture 

Song of Solomon says

Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm, for love is strong as death, jealousy is fierce as the grave. 

Its flashes are flashes of fire, the very flame of the Lord. 

Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it. 

Oh, how now it matters 

For while I used to be sinking slowly but surely

In those former dark ominous depths

Like a twisted scene 

Right out of Twin Peaks 

Sitting drunk and in love with shrewd old Mother Gin

And her kin 

Brother Depression and her twin sister

Madame Anxiety

All rebellious juveniles 

Of the Dark Angel of which I will not speak 

Beneath all those whispering entities 

Bringing worldly self-ruminating illuminations

Are we as human beings 

Simply all the foolish choices we make in the low junctures

Revealing themselves to us before dawn

In The Witching Hour

When we are weak and spiritually weary 

Forgetting our true selves and God-given powers

For I now know with the courage to call forth the light 

Love does call to us all

Even the self-righteous or the frightened 

If we can be brave enough to open up 

To embrace and welcome those who watch 

And their games of Astral Chess as we open up our souls

To plead for help and confess

We must I suppose

After talking to some of Father Times' much-admired guests

And his many mistresses 

As I walk this life and greet so many of its new witnesses

Always try to find the strength to overcome all that hides

Scurrying in the darkness of your mind 

And for your attention

Things casually waiting until the moment is right 

To maximize your depression

But still beyond this cosmic ever-swirling dust of reflection

As I still breathe

My heart beats slower each day as it now begs and pleads

Whenever I think of her my new muse

Calliope

My soul's only intimate secret

In a corrupted society 

Who holds in her soft delicate hands

All my beating Red Churches keys 

So here in this present moment 

As each joyous new day breaks upon the upcoming horizons

Within my mind 

As I take a deep breath and abruptly awake from contemplation

In this sea of silence

I still crave her pure voice and a little bit of her warm touch

For I know deep down as my soul for her yells

It will always be forever

For we have gone through a lifetime in such a short while

Ran through intense miles of pain 

And endured and conquered too much

And it's now why I live in hope as if caught living

Under a spell 

As I clutch and ring this metaphorical doorbell 

To be welcomed as just another kindred guest at 

The SoulMate Hotel  

Well thanks for reading but before I go

Always remember to ask for help 

Because you never know who's watching 

Sending love and light and always try to 

Look after yourself

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Have you ever really looked at your life?

 

Do you ever pause and

Look back within

Memories deep raindrops 

Of how your life's been run

Remembered all the happier times 

And indulged the melancholy moments

As you sat quietly under life's giving rays

Of the first day of Winters or Summers

Hot early morning sun

Do you still remember 

Walking with the ones

You once dearly loved

Or kissing inexperienced 

In the low shadows

Hidden in the dark

Playing with childhood friends 

On swings and slides

 Down at the local parks

Do you still remember old faces 

Now perhaps with Noah and his family

Sailing through Heaven's blue seas

In a newly built Ark

Or do you just choose to sit 

Sad lonely and empty

All alone

With no cherished memories of your own gospels

Like the one once written

According to someone named Mark

Life is for living

To the peak of your endeavors

Don't let your dreams die

But inspire hope to help 

Others conquer all weathers

Don't give your soul 

A new season to cry 

But share kindness and compassion with all those 

You see through

Non Judgemental eyes

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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Copyright John Duffy 

The Repentant Soul Whispers

I now live alone

Looking out of this 

The tear-stained window to my dearly beloved dreams

That most men will rarely see

For blessed are my ilk

To have once loved like a true breaker

Of all known rules

And drank precious milk from its sweet red river 

Called after some forgotten gods

Wandering musical fool

Called Zeuhl

For I now know my sins

 

Wild Women

Pontoon and Jack Daniels

Made me carry the devil's tools

But now blessed am I

One of the many 

Who raise their hands in defiant rage

Praying to be set free

 Someday

To turn a new page

To dance wildly in freedoms

Soul refreshing rain

To ride the Midnight Love Train

Once again

To Pleasure Paradise

To just get lost in that forbidden crystalline city

In someone's eyes

It's what I look for now

In The Great In-Between

When I open and look out of

This

The tear-stained window 

To my dreams

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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The Unseen Shadow Lords of Balfazaar

 

Soulless husks

Narcissistic and pessimistic 

They stalk the living

The mindless parasitic critics

The political envoys

Of Father Darkness

Slave drivers

Bringing in new and old decrees

From The Book of Revelations

Hidden in the stillness

And fluctuating vibrations

Of secret arenas

In the Underground Streams

Of Kal 'Ku' Sula

The indentured puppets 

Seduced by the trumpet calls

For power and wealth 

By The Unseen

Shadow Lords

Of Balfazaar

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Would you sell your soul for money and power?

To be a rich slave?

From politics to music, the puppets are everywhere.

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Lilith. The Gas Lighter of All Known Worlds

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Her fake but effective pagan tears

Fall violently

Crushing spellbound gods and living souls

Kings and queens 

Into crudely obsessed entities

As she casually makes her occult translucent potions and mesmerizing spells

Filled with twisted versions of the truth 

Which she uses as her prayer summations

That systematically amputate

Conjured human worlds to stand still

Mesmerized as they in unison yell

Summoned by her black and golden orchestral bells

Rendering the importance of adopting fraudulent glamour

For customary regulations

As divine authorities  

High up in unseen nations 

Cavort 

Twirl and shake their immortal sledgehammers

Mere mortals can’t glimpse beyond the red scope and dark rim

Of that infinite unbroken Dream Kingdom 

Of Depravity and Sin

A purple niche where she's built a heavily guarded silver penitentiary

To sustain the endless cries of incessant desperation and petitions 

Of unspoken dark desires and to hold in absolute bondage 

The poor casualties of an ever-increasing surge

Of whaling dispositions

Who cry out from all ages

Seeking pleasure like white shining smiling crystal meth or cocaine addicts

For a familiar taste of that sweet lie 

Which will lead them marching up the Yellow Brick Road 

High on her metaphorical white powder

To a glorious waste 

For a quick fix

To a new Emerald City where she stands clad in black leather and red lipstick 

To welcome them

Her new acolytes 

Holding her strong muscular golden adorned hands high

Shaking to the ever-watchful afterlife in the ever-fading lights

Filled with shadows of unfulfilled hopes and broken dreams beyond

Death and decay  

She screams as she sows the seeds of Degradation with

'I'm coming for you

Umba Yay

Before you come for me

So pray  

You don't get in my way

Before I welcome you into my depraved scary Garden of Eden

Are your hungry eyes and contorted souls 

Ready to give me

What I gloriously need

Before I start feeding'

(C)

Copyright John Duffy  

Quite a dark piece viewing 2023, as the world descends into depravity.

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The Ministry of Ezekiel

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(A lone voice whispers)

This is to you

My lifes white feather

Now my lifes sunsets are spent and sunk forever 

For at the end of all my once long rigorous days

I now stand lost and lonely 

Like a Shakespearean version of Puck 

In a Missouri daydream that's all mine

One where my heart would beat on perpetual fire

 If it could

One with my ears filled with whispering spellbinding words

That no longer take me higher

And when the ever-watchful Moon retires

I always watch from here

Behind this silver shimmering barrier 

Of The Great In-Between 

And think as the new Sun of the Living 

Rises

Are we all simply silent prayers blowing

Like soft tender snowflakes

In an endless night

Each carrying quiet songs

Filled with woe

Love and all human emotions That make us all glow 

Skywards

Just to be lost in whirlwinds of Heavens glittering golden dust

Symphonies of hearts ablaze

And screaming for someone To just love and trust

And even though now my time living has expired

I still feel rapturous but always blue

As my now silent heart 

Tries to sing love songs

For just you

But I know as long as I still exist in here

As tall as the high nights and as long as the wide days 

I hope my God-given prayers

Will be answered with my soul cries to be rescued

For when the final sunset has gone and died

And this dark night I wander in

Stalks all the lands

Even your lands

When the low Angelic Drums 

Announcing The Book of Revelations 

Rumble

And the old black and white pianos start to sing

As stars fall and start to tumble

Declaring openly the arrival of Seven Angels foretold

When the eerie white noise 

Between the Living and the Dead is no longer cold

And falls like a crimson stage curtain 

Once again I pray 

I'm certain 

Hopefully 

I’ll stand tall like a Tolkien King 

A strong reincarnation of Aragorn

Proudly on the Tired Bridge of Broken Dreams 

With you as my newly returned queen

Living in a new scene

Beyond the shimmering barriers of The Great In-Between

In a place where my broken heart no longer screams 

As we watch the Purging on Judgement Day

Of all the Immoral and corrupted

Tainted and marked

 With the many forms of its seductive disease 

Standing strong and happy like Megara and Hercules 

Before we turn

Holding hands

And walk to a new place

Guided by a mysterious white light

Only the anointed see

Copyright John Duffy