The Song of The Quiet Man

 

A lone voice sings.)

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For all the what if's 

And what for's

And all those crazy games 

We once so lovingly played

Including

Those forgotten ones 

Maybe clumsily waylaid

Like children's toys 

And now carefully 

Put away

I always wonder 

In this half-light

Were they always

Worth the price 

Especially

Those now 

Calling

At midnight 

With their bowed heads 

Those standing shining 

Proudly on loves 

Barren parade

Waiting for my attention 

To be fully vetted and paid 

As jealous slow-moving shadows 

In the background 

Of a new life

Smile 

Laugh 

And wave 

Dancing a Mephistophelian jig 

While

Listening to songs and sounds 

Sung and made 

By the Devil's Own

Seductive 

Black Brigade

 So as I now stand as stone

At midnight

Reliving the masquerade

And all the games 

We once played 

 Listening to the sad songs

Of the Black Brigade

I'm slowly 

Cut deep

By memories

Silvery blade 

But no longer afraid

As the band sings

Sad hypnotic songs

Played 

By Devil's own

Black Brigade

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Memories of Sarah Lee

 

(A lone voice whispers.)

We met so long ago

Two strangers

By the Hidden Creek 

Of the Lone Cherokee

Somewhere up

In the Eternal Magical Circle 

In wild high-tree

Black bear

Country

In good old Tennessee 

Survivors with torn-out hearts

And broken in two dreams

We locked eyes 

And made a real connection 

From somewhere so deep

That Morpheus The Greek

Couldn't tempt us 

To go back to sleep

Time flew by 

As

Happiness 

Came like a beautiful gift from 

On High

But now 

Deep down inside

My beloved Sarah Lee 

We mentally weep 

And silently

Cry

Broken just a little bit more

Tiredness 

A familiar enemy 

Creeping up relentlessly 

Slow

Transforming us 

And making us sore

Through life and its wealth of sacred wars

And all the tragic things 

You can never really truly prepare for

But since we met so long ago

By the Creek of the Lone Cherokee

Lost strangers

Just looking for something irreplaceable

 A preordained numeric key

To open all secret doors

That's so incredible and sustainable 

In the outbacks of good old Tennessee 

Amongst the

Survivors

With torn-out hearts

That bleed 

And broken in two dreams

God must have heard our heartfelt pleas

And pulled us 

Together

For we found something so 

Precious

Its reverence 

To this very day

In all known weathers

Drives and still 

Possesses us

For our love goes 

Beyond the physical world 

But lies instead

In the hotbed of the spiritual 

Where it will live forever 

In the Great Hereafter

For there is nothing on Earth 

That can be compared 

To the sweet love and laughter

Of a beautiful 

everlasting friend

Until the very end

And all I can now do 

Is pray

That God in his wisdom

Looks after her

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Angelo's Whispers

When I lived

Depression followed me like an old friend

Standing always beside me

In the dark

And when I tried to raise my lonely old spirit

It just whispered old familiar lies

To keep me on its rusty

Old swings

To stay

Forever lost within its overgrown parks

When I smiled at the world

And raised my head

Above its dusty parapets

It just said its old prayers

And filled me full

Of my favorite regrets

But now that I’m

Dead

I now know

A sacred secret

You must fight the darkness

Whenever it appears

In whatever disguise

Or assumed name

It’s just a shame

Death has took me

To finally know this

Find someone to love

Just dip your toes

Ankle deep into life and get thoroughly

Beautifully wet

Remember

Life is exquisite

Beyond its veils of self-perceived depression

There is bliss to be found

On those beautiful hunting grounds

You just have to regain

Your faith and self-belief

And trust them

So as they slowly rise

In frequency

As you embrace progression

Leading you to remember 

That unspoken truth

Once whispered to you at birth

That you might have chosen to forget

I only have a lonely voice in here

But its message was simply this

Enjoy all aspects of your life

No matter how hard

It gets

You were always born free

For you don’t want to take anything

Into this afterlife

And suffer for eternity

Endlessly spinning within its dark

Depths

So take it from one who knows

As old regrets

Follow me 

Like a second shadow

Everywhere 

I go

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Channelling JFK

 (A lone voice whispers.)

As I view the world from in here

It just fills me with a sense of ever-growing fear

I can see so much suffering
And seemingly endless pain

The world is awash in the throes of all those

Who are just corrupt

Blindly trying to secure
All they can gain

They need to be stopped

To be defeated by the rising consciousness

Of a reunited and renewed humanity

Don’t let your planet
Go to waste

It’s never too late

Look at Fukushima
The rising levels of destitution

Racism and cleverly conjured up means leading to separation

Secret societies

Human traffickers  
The homeless numbers rising

The endless lines of the hungry and the poor

For if you all
Don’t rise and do more

The Four Horsemen from the Bible

Will just ride in
And
Stand in full view

In every country
Political pews

To control all corrupt
Governments black and white
Dance floors

All this talk of vaccines and covid nineteen

Covertly funded marches and bankrolled doctors and politicians

Who are all part of that deep-state infernal machine

Your world
Needs the means to breathe

Don’t be one of the many
Who turns a blind eye

And when it all turns black

Don’t be one of the many
Like those already in here

Don’t give your soul
Another reason to grieve

Fight for a new freedom
Give your life a reason

For to change the future

You just have to believe in the Great Awakening

Go back to my speeches in the Sixties

They were just the beginning 

Copyright John Duffy

Since my new film project channels a rather empowering piece from JFK.

As I reviewed the monologue piece today, I wondered what he would think of 2023.

The full piece is a lot longer.

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The Shadow Queen

 

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Salute.

(A lone voice sings so low)

Tis but a beautiful dream 

To dream the 

Greatest 

Of all known 

Dreams

Tis but a dream 

To see or hear me

The sweetest voice 

In all The Matrix

Called

The Shadow Queen

Tis but a dream 

To hold my hand

Tis but a dream 

To dance entwined 

Listening

To my marching 

Whistling

New Orleans bands

Tis but a dream  

To dare to dream 

Alone at 

Midnight

When you pray 

And there seems

To be

No hope

Or light

Just call to me

The Shadow Queen

Tonight

And I'll come knocking 

On your Astral Doors

In full flight 

At the edges 

Of all

Your mind knows

And like a veteran of so many foreign wars

I'll whisper in the 

Encroaching shadows

Have you been

Alone and lost

Fought a battle 

And paid the cost

Walked by people 

Who now says

That's just another 

Poor soul

Who's lost their way

On Loves 

Broken-down highways

So 

Let me in

To your soul's 

Inner circle

For this offer

Comes with no rehearsals

 

Just let me be

Your new

Saint called Augustine 

The bringer 

Of so many luscious 

Sins 

Just

Let me in 

From the cold 

Of The Great In-Between 

So all our unexplored fun

Can begin

So you can worship me 

On your knees

And call out to me

By my secret occult name

The Shadow Queen 

To sing 

With a loud piercing scream

Tis but a dream 

To dream the deep dream

Tis but a dream

To see me

The new Mary 

Called after

Magdalene

Of 

The Great 

In-Between

Tis but a dream 

To hold my hand

Tis but 

The greatest of dreams

To 

Listen and follow 

Into the Green Hollow

My marching 

Whistling

New Orleans bands

To a place

We can wait and pray

For tomorrow

Arm in Arm

Hand in hand

Baptized forever

To feel no sorrow

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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The Loosh Vampire

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(A lone voice whispers.)

Although I stand 

Here

In the wastelands 

In The Valley of The Shiquix

Although I stand alone

Surrounded by the chanting Nix

Although I stand

Hungry

Beyond all lands

Of The Styx

Know this

I hope your Life you will miss

The mistakes

Love 

Heartbreaks

And all in the mix

It's why I envy the living

As I watch from in here

Just waiting for my upcoming fix

With the arrival 

Of the next Lunar Eclipse

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Inspired by Anne Rice.

God bless her soul.

(Memnock. What a magical work.)

Loosh

1. New Age term applied to energy produced by human beings that other entities use to feed from. 

2. It is also used to refer to the energy that is produced by suffering that entities feed on.

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Epithalamion for Athena

  

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(A lone voice whispers.)

I saw you in a wild dream

Riding a white horse  

Dressed from head to toe

In racy red and racing green

In the lost lands  

Of The Great In-Between

While scrying  

The Tragic Darklands

Using Ayahuasca magic  

Hoping you wouldn't see

For you looked so serene  

It made my soul's lust levels

Scream out prose

Which talented poets could use

To write new gospels

For you looked like a midnight queen

Breaking through a dark lull

To look over your empires shadows and green meadows  

But you saw me  

Looking

Seeing a reflection of me

In your own handheld  

Obsidian scrying mirror

And made my spirit shiver

Oh  

My blood ran like a wild river  

That day

For even though I knew then  

I loved you in a sacred way

My old love  

Called  

Life

In the land of the Living

Who is the embodiment of all men and women

Husbands and wives

Say forgive her

For she needs more time

With me

For I'm like a wet teardrop

That she can't stop

I know what you've done

Though

You've put a spell on me

And it now follows me around

Everywhere I go

Like a hollowed-out curse

As I walk under the sun  

I don't know why I always run

When you appear  

In my silver  scrying mirror

Since inside

When I scry away  

To wastelands

Where lost fools play

I always cry and think

Maybe  

On another day

When my old love leaves  

You can stay

I didn't mean to break your heart  

And tear you apart

But Life's like a she-devil  

Who I love

As I still live and breathe

And I know  

It doesn't care  

  

But when I saw you in a wild dream

As I stared  

Into The Great In-Between

Dressed in white lace and racing green

After our first meeting

Whilst  

Scrying  

Those Dark Lands  

Of gushing smoke

So you wouldn't see

You looked too beautiful to be real

I know that sounds so crazy  

But it made my soul's lust levels

Scream out a wild symphony  

But then you saw me

Smiling

In my Scrying Mirror  

And made my soul shiver

Oh my blood ran like a wild river

For now, I'm cursed to love you  

Even More

But my old love  

Who I adore

My current Life

Says forgive her

She needs more time  

With me  

For I'm like a wet teardrop  

That needs time to stop

I know what you've done  

For it follows me around  

Now

Like a hollowed-out curse  

As I walk under the sun

But The Bayou Queen says

On the sixth of December

In a year to come

You'll hold me  

As my old wife surrenders

So that date remember

For on the sixth of December  

You'll hold me

So that date remember

For she says

We'll then be together  

Forever

In all weathers

But until then  

Save our prophecy

Our Deuterogamy

So we can play

That eternal game

And fall in love  

On that holy day

When I can no longer find a legitimate reason

To run away  

(C)  

Copyright John Duffy

Deuterogamy meaning for the inquisitive:

A marriage after the death or divorce of the first spouse.

Epithalamion meaning for the inquisitive:

a song or poem celebrating a marriage.

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Have faith, Love will come when she's ready.

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Narrated by the super-talented, Clinton R. Johnson from Canada.

Egyptian Deep Dreams of Im-Ho-Tep

  

I first caught sight of my true love 

In the 26th century BCE

The Valley of The Kings

Where the land water was tainted

As the Sacred Ibis sang

Following her crimson and golden

Diamond studded  

Scarf

As the Nile River bells 

Rang

With my new road map

And saw the spot where she waited

By the Niles shore  

In the divine form 

Of a gift from the Gods

To steal my heart

And infuse herself into its molten core  

Forevermore

Oh 

How I miss her

So

Now I'm doomed

To prowl this Afterworld

Doing my new masters 

Work

(C)  

Copyright John Duffy

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Giuseppe's Letter to Sophia

  

Would you meet me at midnight 

-

Amore Mio 

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In the Green Forests 

Of The Great In-Between

-

If l lit a fire

To guide you

-

After I invited you 

-

To sit and just talk about 

-

All The Mysteries

Of Life

-

Over ice 

-

Like 

The Trinity of Happiness

Sadness and Madness

-

The three things 

Involved in all things 

-

Things that could then turn into something  

-

That could be so nice

-

And then to count the flashing stars 

-

Shimmering from afar

-

While 

Listening to real Country Music

-

Played on real guitars

-

For within this invitation

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To Night of a Thousand Stars

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Insight

-

Our first topic of conversation would be 

-

As we looked at Heaven's Endless Door

-

With 

Wonder

-

Does true love even exist and live for evermore 

-

And is there a chance for us 

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My Amore Mio 

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To walk upon its heavenly shore

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Amore Mio: Italian for my love.

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