Eternal Dreams of Jeremiah

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Can a divine spark

survive through furtive exchanges between two lost, but reunited old souls, separated by society or other otherworldly barriers?

Some ask me

In here

So let's see

For

She always stands quietly 

In the falling rain

In the lower levels of

The Great In-Between

Like a lost white feather

Swaying in its four winds

Consummation of longing

Between our enchanted

Eyes speak

A familiar secret language

But now spent living

I always

Find a way

To connect 

For you see

I always see her in my

Mysterious

Music filled

White Room

Just by Imaginations

Purple and green seas

In my deepest of dreams

That mysterious lady just

Across the blue portal

Just spiritually living

Next door

Now that I'm immortal

Who knows not what

It truly means

As she stands

Patiently waiting

On unvisited

Sandy sea shores

All those silent sultry exchanges

In vibrant lucid poetic dreams

Between two enamored beings

Where

Her dark eyes

Always holds me so still

But I never fight

Or resist

For

I just love the energy

The seductive electricity

The visceral scent and

All consuming exhilarating

Thrill

As

She always slowly

Undresses me

In that White Room

With light invisible touches

Her deep hypnotic eyes

Devours

My form completely

Never discreetly

And there her higher self still

Stands over the bluest of

Oceans 

Waiting to enter Dreams Astral Portal

Alone in the falling

Summers

Warm rain

In the lower levels

Of The Great In-Between

Staring into the distance

Does she want me

To fly over and sweep

Her off her sand clad feet

And then

Escape to newer streets

Into a new realm

So far away

To

Lay entwined in bed all-day

Sipping expensive champagne

Exchanging deep conversations

United

Once more

Within a new nation

Under the full moon

As our hearts beat

And constantly sing

But as always 

He

Comes and

Breaks the spell

With his deep booming

Summoning yell

And as she blinks

And still stares at me

Through rain-swept eyes

Before she goes

I secretly know too

What she knows

That

Morpheus

The Greek

Who is the Gangmaster

Of all who sleep

Is summoning us

Home

I smile as I begin to slowly

Vanish

As my frequency loses hold

But we both know

This is simply a

Part of a new form of living

Until her time to truly step over

Having deep dreams

For we are but

Beyond the norm

For

We'll reappear

Tomorrow

Even though now

We're been quickly

Banished

In a new form

For every night

We sleep

Our unspoken love

And unbreakable

Friendship

Is but constantly

Reborn

Even though

Meeting in flesh

Is a sacred thing

We secretly mourn

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

The Lone Disciple Speaks

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Are you
Like a lone bottle 

A rare Nebuchadnezzar 

Floating in the middle of the blue sea 

A lonely spirit who can think of no other greater devotion 

Then being the yellow sandy beach

To parts of a seemingly never-ending 

Undulating ocean 

Like a white feather blowing randomly in its four winds 

Filled with emotions 

Are you one of the Blessed who are also the Broken 

Who must endure 

The dark clouds
And waters of damnation 

In slow motion 

The kind who hides in long shadows of commotion 

Those deemed blind and impure by mankind 

But always secretly looking for a cure 

For
Blessed are those who cry out 

For a form of rescue
As life pulses and tests you 

Blessed are the ones who suffer from love withdrawals 

Linked to quarrels of joy and mirth

Here
Hidden 

Just somewhere
On Earth 

For I will make them Most High

Said The Lord 

Blessed are the stranded
Castaways filled with despair 

As they sit there
Crying in silence 

Thinking no one cares
Upstairs 

Blessed are those love torn who shake their fists in fury 

At the watching heavens
Angelic jury's 

Cursing them 

Slowly dying
Feeling cursed 

Before their spirit bursts

 
And they end up in a shiny black hearse 

You are not alone
For I'm empty in spirit too 

Broken
And I see you 

For
We are kin 

Two strangers
Walking hand in hand 

As these deep occult waters run

Over everything 

Corrupting all they touch
With their insidious sin 

So if you don't know where you belong 

Can't navigate alone 

No place to lay your head
And no heart to call your home 

Take my words and then call my name 

So we can dance together in the pouring rain 

So you're not on your own 

And together
Entwined 

We'll purge our pain 

    
For we are blessed 

Two of
The Lords best 

True survivors
Enduring life 

And all its emotions 

For sometimes in life

Circumstance and fate
Might have built 

High walls to climb 

To reach your souls
Nickels or dimes 

And there's no guilt

To confess
In women or man 

If you feel stranded or split 

Between love and hate 

For The Lord so loved the broken 

And so I have spoken 

Just you wait

One day he'll open up the crimson gates 

Just keep praying
For hope always appears 

When everything seems dark and too late 

For there are some things that sometimes need to be broken 

Such as stubbornness
Pride
And many other sinful habits 

For when we feel lost in our total brokenness

God can build us back up 

For
The Lord is close to the broken-hearted and saves those

Who are crushed in spirit

(Psalm 34:18)

So if you live in a painful place, but are also contrite with him

There is still hope

Which will miraculously appear to help you cope 

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

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The Secret Book of Dzyan

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As the Mage watched from afar, through remote viewing. 

He channeled a secret prayer to the brightest star in the four winds.

As he assumed the meditation pose.

He began reciting his evocation to the spirit guides.

Watching from the 5^th Levels of the Astral Realms.

For them to take it back to her, from Beyond the Purple Rainbows.

As they swirled all around him. 

(A lone voice whispers.)

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Your dark eyes are like priceless blue oceans 

 

  

I whisper to the watching Elementals

I dream to dive in deep and drowning within

For they are deeper than any of the known lakes

To bathe in their once-tasted waters

Is where I want me to always fall

And reveal my soul as it experiences its first taste of sin

For your inquisitive eyes

Soft tender lips and smooth skin

Is a treasure I seek where I'd nightly kneel to pray 

For a new Atlantis

To be reborn
Within

Your eyes are like magnetic dark portals

For my souls

Astral nightly projections 

As I conquer its many strange citizens with my own occult powers

To reach you

Defeating 

On one of its many long ethereal roads

 

Architects of so many devious deceptions 

Just to see your twin eyes for they are like the best friends

Love could ever possibly buy 

And it’s why

I just love popping by

To rejoice in The Coming of our own Divine Invasions

The once-lost words

Recitals and such memories of succulent prose

Once written for your eyes only 

Are just my own divine stanzas

Like written in The Secret Books of Dzyan

A silver shimmering sea

Where we will soon forever fly

Like dark eagles

Paired 

Forever wild and untamed

For as our lonely souls once met

So long ago 

In the Great In-Between

We were anointed to be simply 

Free and Unchained

And it's why I always pray to return

To finally conjure you into life

And your love to earn

But until then 

I'll just breathe you into my
Dreams

Here

In The Great In-Between

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

The Call of the Demerge

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(A seductive voice whispers) 

 
I am that which is ageless

For I’m from beyond that thing in the midnight sky 

Called the Silver Moon
From a faraway place

My powers are ubiquitous

I'm the embodiment of all inner magick

Love power and peace

All fused in me 

 
Await release to help you fight any disease 

I’m the midnight shadow walker

The eternity enveloping your every living moment

All around you
Wherever you are

For I'm that which is ageless behind the twinkling stars

For I’m from beyond the Crying Moon

From a faraway
Unknown Place

Of no unions and all mortal governments and secret societies

Sing to me

For I’m a conduit

Forever living under the silvery shadows of the Wolf moon

I appear at birth and revisit at death

To take you home

I’m the full mystical wheel that turns

I’m the lucky charm

That was bestowed to you at birth

The charm I will take back

Whenever you leave

If in me
You do really believe

For I’m a deep ravine
Of unknown riveting depths

 

Unsolvable by just one lifetime

I’m primal
Supernaturally

Curious

I can feel your eyes lingering

Absorbing and swallowing my
Every word

From my throne room
In which I now sit

Your presence wakes me

From my slumber

From afar

I know you’ll read
On and won’t quit

What do you need

Send me your thoughts

I’ll answer your numbers
Tonight

I'll send some love and light

Or some darkness

Maybe a sprinkling of my glorious second sight

To guide you through your struggles

And plights

Will you still worship me

Your new Goddess and Queen

For I send this message just for you

From my kingdoms

Just hidden in realms
You can never see

Look to the stars

To the fall of the full moon

I am that which is ageless

For I’m from beyond

 

The Milky Way

 

From a faraway place

My powers are ubiquitous

For I'm the embodiment of all inner magick

 

A multitude of

Love power and peace

 

Awaiting release

I’m the eternity of all you are

For
I'm the Demerge

A blending
Of two realities

A possibility to enhance
Your own individuality

Will you sing to me
Tonight

Now kneel and say after me

Blessed Be

(C) 

Copyright John Duffy 

Oh Blessed Beltane. Oh blessed be.

 

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Oh Blessed Beltane 

Oh blessed be

(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 wish to follow her 

In her white suit of armor 

To Faeryland

The Fairy Queen who comes 

Rides in front for all the anointed to see

Gowned in green silk and a halo of light 

Eyes aglow like woodland groves 

Where no one only kin

Dare follow 

For only they know 

So if you see or feel a gust of wind 

And hear the golden bells

Ring

Which hang from the black leather harnesses 

Of the Fairy Queen's steed

As they joyously sing

It might be best to lay in the woodland hides 

And you she may pass

Or you could follow 

As she rides

For the Fairy Folk on Beltane

Tonight they raid

For here comes the Wild Riders From the across the Shee

So light up all the yellow hay

Like bright beacons 

On Bridles Way

And ring those golden bells and yell

To guide the Named few

To cross the Fairy folk's fells

In this year

Let the Beltane fires burn 

And the Maypole dances come alive

So many can sing dance and pray

Until the dawn cockerel screams 

To break her Beltane spell 

As Summer announces 

The start of a brand new day

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Covid Dreams of The Dearly Beloved. The letter left behind.

 

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It adds such an edge.

Some say sad poems make the best reading.

What says you?

Whispers as I retire.

Salute.

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Take me in

From the grey ashes

Blowing like an early breeze

Within the deep cold recesses of your many

Hidden red rooms

In your fast-flowing mind

Lullaby

My once well-loved name 

As you quietly 

Sit still and try to breathe

Take me in

Eagerly

Lovingly

Once again

With your arms wide open and keep me real

Close

For

Even though 

I still silently

Sleep

Deep 

But carefully hidden from watchful or inquisitive eyes 

Maybe all around

Don't be so scared

As I'm forever going 

To be with you

For I'm now reborn to be eternal

Not one of the

Lonely 

Internally 

Bleeding dark emotions

Just walking around

Dreaming of 

Living but soon to be dead

Lost and wandering all

Alone

But

Within those crimson

Fires of distant memories

Like the legendary

Phoenix

Of Amu Mansu

I will be reborn and

I will rise

Forever

Don’t cry

And burn in strangers or friend's 

Undertows 

And always

Feel their projected pain

But instead, look within treasured memories and old photographs

To rebirth me 

Again and again

So take in these last words

In this

My final hidden love letter

I leave within my will

Now I'm too ill

As my final angelic 

Evocations

Before I forever surrender

To heaven 

Dreaming and murmuring about your beautiful green eyes

And long shimmering 

hair and spiritually

Captivating charms

For I'm 

Now but a soon-to-be gloriously illuminated 

Being

Still living

Without fear of 

Any earthbound

Limitations

Deep and forever tumbling

In a wild kaleidoscope 

Of broken shattered mirrors

But still always living eternally 

I hope

Deep inside of you

For to replace me

In time with another

Would just be a pale and cheap imitation 

And

When I see God and he asks me why I'm still smiling

As we stand together when I seek forgiveness for all my mortal and physical sins

I'll just say 

I'm simply thinking about that fascinating young lady

Who once held her

Golden violin lovingly upright

Under a great old oak tree

In good old Long Island 

And who lovingly played a beautiful poetic tune 

Upon it 

Just for little old me

Copyright John Duffy 

I hope you enjoyed the whispers.

Until the next time.

Salute.

The Lady who whispers in the Darkness. In 2023.

 

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(A lone voice whispers) 

As I look through my black scrying mirror in 2023

People seem to smile

Share a picture or two and the internet loves you

But cry for help 

And they'll nearly all ignore you except for a beautiful few

Who'll weep inside in sorrow but never show

As they try to help you with kindness

To try to get through the gift of a new tomorrow

In 2023

The Lifting of the Veil

A new cosmic timeline where old secrets 

Once carefully hidden are revealed

For the Mayans always knew we would be entering the age of Aquarius 

A time of enlightenment and beginning our long journey back home to here

The ever-glowing Sun  

I see 

Share your success and they'll all run to gather 

Like pagan worshippers

Dancing round huge burning circles 

To sing songs filled with praise

But if they were pressed

To truly confess

They would probably admit they pray to live to see you fail

In 2023

The happy seem everywhere my tired old eyes can see

Creating their own universes

Using social media to hypnotize people with their worldviews 

But if carefully reviewed

It's a sad sham 

Many if pushed

Could see through

In 2023

Why do the sad and old sit lonely in brick castles

Singing silently with tired eyes to green hills 

To cherished memories that will never answer as they eat endless pills

Remembering times when they were one of life's energetic chancers

But now just wait for Death

To line up as he approaches 

And says as they take their last breath

''Shall we dance so you can be one of my endless dancers''

In 2023

Does true love still live on in all its crimson glory 

Amongst all those who just seek a taste of your pleasure 

As they pursue you like a Mid-Summers Nights Story

Using it like a dangerous game to renew

In 2023

Do friends surround you like the friendly Sentinels in here 

Who live in the North in Debak

But behind your back

Feast as your pain starts to rain

As I speak to you from in here

The Great In-Between

There is still plenty of room in Heaven  

Archangel Micheal told us so

So we all in Sheol wait to ascend too 

Waiting for his beautiful call so we can go

But one by one 

One by one

You and us all must queue through the narrow aisles of living

Us remembering and you doing the giving

Praying we'll all be eventually forgiven by the Almighty 

Who once gave us a bright light to carry into the world to share

With us deciding on its boundaries and conditions 

My name was Mary

From Carolina 

Remember me

As I await my extradition 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy.

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Narrated by Clinton R. Johnson.

Questions for a heartbroken mind

  

(A lone voice whispers)

Deep

Inside

Have you perhaps once died

In a thousand ways

Like one of the sad
Travelers

Lost and lonely

Now

But still walking on

Heartbroken and quietly unspoken

After you too met
Love

Walking down
One of her long crimson

Highways

And do you
Still

Feel her intense pain
Today

In every known unforgiving way

Linked to
That pivotal moment when she smiled

Turned and just upped 

And walked away

Leaving you lonely

With no one

To love or play

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

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