Ode to Anastasia

 

(A lone voice whispers.) 

You were born 

In late November

This I know forevermore

And will always remember

For we shall be together

In Nevermore

Even when Death visits

And offers you a drink of his sacrilegious dark wine

 

To end all your days

And time

We shall be together 

Pilgrims in the silent memory of God

Somewhere

But together in the same spaces 

In-Between

And as the soft capricious winds of heavens

Change and dance like a wild Anna Pavlova

Between us

Creating a moving sea of love between our souls

We shall know

We can sing and dance together 

Forever 

And be joyous in each and every form

For ours is a love story

Beyond the norm

Composed in multiforms

and kept safely 

Beyond the Great Pillars 

In a sacred tabernacle

By the Holy Oak Tree 

By the Great Sea

This I know

Because Gabriel

My spirit guide says

You were written

Just for me

(C)

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Do you miss Interpersonal Relationships?

 

Is there but a sensation 

More spiritual than

Interpersonal Relationships

Anything

More divine 

Than to feel unified

With another

For as emotional dreams

Flow

Like paper boats

To the Eternal Ocean

As the stars twinkle and the sweet winds of Heaven 

Blow gently through

The Sleeping Willow

Nothing is made to be single

For all spirits need to mingle

Whether it be good

Or sinful 

For even the wild mountains and blue waves 

Kiss the sun

Everyday

If only for a brief moment 

Before she disappears

And goes away

Some may say

Is it worth the soul-changing work

To live in happiness

Which can turn

So quickly 

To sorrow

Tomorrow? 

Always

For all those loud or silent

Sad or happy components

Turns our higher self 

Away from the darkness

Towards Heaven

By the soft glow of memories

Of someone

Beloved

We once cherished

And at a certain point

We were proud to know

Beyond all the tragedies

That may still flourish and grow   

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Interpersonal relationships refer to a strong association between individuals, who share common interests, and goals.

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Reflections of an old Coalminer

(A lone voice whispers)

I leave this

Behind

My beloved painting by my old shaking hand

Now I'm ninety-three

For my children and grandchildren to see

For soon  

I'll be with my wife and their mother

My beloved Annabel Lee

A painting so they can always remember

That I've climbed into all sorts of dirty pits

Starting many years ago

When Ma gave me my first snap box and sent me to work in late December

When at fourteen  

I got one of my many work permits

And since that first day, I've scrubbed for hours

To clean my decent hard-working soul

To be healthy for my family before I went home

After spending all day and night

Just digging deep for black coal

I was born just before Gas was crowned as king and all generations went into the pit

Like all baptised to do so before us  

If we were forced to admit it

Men and boys who we soon knew forever would be our kin

Going into the light or darkness to earn a few bob

Following all our own fathers and grandfathers

When our time too came  

  

When they asked casually over breakfast

Are you, ready son

And we all replied over hot coffee with a silent nod

Remember me

My name was Samus O'Mally

From Gods Country  

In County Donegal

Where we chased the mad black stuff like it was our lives bounty

Those courageous strong Irish men

Who like me 

When we heard the call

Willingly sacrificed our brief lives

Chasing fools black gold

So all our families could eat and be insulated from all weather 

But particularly the cold

Until it, 

Black Coals Ghost

Finally stalked us down wherever we lived and hid like a wild hyena

Rewarding us with a fatal kiss for years of servitude and service

With a black medal in the lung called after something so tragic, I now know as emphysema

To then stand watching us all silently but bravely 

Fight its deadly embrace as we all grew old

Coughing up blood like we were living in Hiroshima

Forever now just tainted like so many others 

From brave fathers and mothers

For foolishly chasing the glories and stories linked with mining black gold  

So their families could stay warm and conquer the cold

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The Occult Goddess called Want

 

 (A lone voice whispers)

Every night 

When she chooses to suddenly appear

To the chosen few

Stories abound in darkened rooms and secret circles

That all her restless slaves 

Try to raise their weary heads 

From their feathered pews

Enchanted 

Beyond all belief 

Pleading telepathically to climax 

And find some sort of mental release

As she stands over their ramshackled lonely beds

Deceptively 

Beautiful as every single spoken 

Or written human rhyme  

Some say

Uttered down through the Ages 

Through 

Time

By Poets

Mystics and so many 

Mages 

Some speak of long leather-clad legs 

All men cry to touch and pray inwardly to caress

Ravish me red lips

Women say they forever daydream 

To just taste

Emerald eyes they all speak of

Orbs to invade and conquer your soul

Until the very end

Whenever it's time 

For your human life to be laid to waste

Has she entered your room and watched you sleep 

As your soul wandered its many inner spaces 

And unspoken keeps

Her name

You may ask

Well, her name is simply Want

For we all deep down 

Crave something

Be it flesh

Power 

Friendship or even Love

Amongst many others

Only our occult Mother 

Called Want 

Can guide us 

To provide

Regardless of the price 

It will cost us 

In the long run 

As we struggle to survive 

While 

she still lives and thrives 

Feeding off our inner suffering 

As we sustain and strengthen her 

With our foolish wants and self-defeating lies 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Life

Some things last forever

This is the universal law

Regardless of our flaws

So

We must keep running or walking

The towpath of Redemption

Not towards self Destruction

Keep making spiritual contracts

Before being born

To meet and experience

Love

Hope

Pain and sorrow

Regardless of the hindrance

Tomorrow

For this is the norm

So

If you're reading this

My child

Your higher form has already made contact

You see

It's a strange ebb and flow

For even chaos, death and night

Doesn't last forever

This you probably already know

For we are like faraway stars who will never fade away

Souls turning the Eternal Wheel

Powering it by a soul contract

Under seal 

And so we must never yield 

So no matter how depressed or happy you feel

Know

There will always be

Someone

Turning 

Their turn of the spiritual wheel

To heal

Souls experiencing a life

You can sometimes never see

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

 

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Lafayette Whispers

(A lone voice whispers. )

Although 

The Divine Pacatari

Took me tragical over the precarious edge 

Of the final dark mountain

To witness heaven's illustrious fountains

While StarChild Orion

Watched in such profound sadness

From so far away

Riding the endless night sky

So high

With the sacred White Universal Mare 

Watching

In the Celestial Garden

As I look up in this thin fading air and patiently stare

I know and pray 

We will be reunited in another lifetime

On another glorious day

To sparkle

Like a rare pair of twinkling diamonds

To prance and dance 

So close together

Like tiny particles in red wine

In the Holy Silver Communion Cup 

For even though fire and ice

Death and sometimes the misery of time

Will try to destroy our love

These feelings

Will never stop

For ours was just a brief rehearsal

Not a farewell from the Eternal Circle

For our love story will live on

Forever

In a place beyond worlds

A place unseen

And when you awaken in the half-light of dreams

In the deep Realms of Sleep

I shall return 

For nothing is truly lost

Even though love has a high price

When we finally walk 

Together

Hand in hand 

So soon

The cost of our reunion

Will be our secret reminder

A unique revelation

Under the pristine Harvest Moon

For we are all but just

Golden leaves

Blown by ravenous thunder 

In God's neverending Monsoon

For we'll know

No one weeps

When reunited

To be married

In The Great In-Between

For living a mortal life

Is just the start of a new honeymoon 

(C)

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Memories of Clementine

 (A lone voice whispers.)

I still see you

As time goes by

As true to self

As starlings fly 

In the night sky

A pure soul

Alive by God's decree 

In my mind's eye

And it stirs 

Such elegant memories 

As your drum beats

Taking me 

To old happier places

As seconds flow

As straight as a crow

Where we meet

Under a never-ending sun

For memories

Like love

Never truly dies

And like a sweet poetic kiss 

Underneath a rare midnight sun 

Always remember

Whatever you may hear 

On the grapevine

I'll always treasure 

The time you were mine

For what we had

Many can't define

Because ours

Was the storyline 

Of 

The Meeting of The Mage and His Concubine

(C)

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The Monologue of Emmanuel

(A lone voice whispers.)

 

Within my deep dreams

Through The Wet Caves of Salsi

Once guided by my spirit guide

Count Alessandro

I found you

A serene reflection 

In a narrow silver mirror 

That filled my hungry spirit

With the manifestation of something

 

So sublime

I thank the Lord

Every night

That you were mine

A once in a lifetime gift bestowed upon me

From The Wet Caves

Of Salsi

A blessing of such a magical way to live

A miracle of such a spiritual power to give

So I now honour the Sun

Sea and Stars

The hidden and seen

From here

To you

From the Great In-Between

Casting these heartbroken words and spells 

Into the Universe's ever-spinning wells

So my soul 

No longer yells

Where I now wait with Count Alessandro

Smiling 

Both watching you

With green eyes

That glow

Through this silver bound 

Scrying Mirror

As your Life's grasses 

Still 

So beautifully

Grow

(C)

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Krampus speaks from the Great In-Between.

  . 

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

Salute. 

Love and loneliness 

Unspoken dreams of romance and broken hearts 

Shall have no reunion 

But instead

Like fettered beasts to the slaughter-house

They will stare foolishly into the distance 

As they are abandoned 

Pleading for hope and a new companion 

For deaden souls deserve no salvation

Such is my curse of the Dammed 

Running or walking throughout every living nation 

Men or women

Especially now

On social media 

Trolls like me

Swimming naked in pools of hate and judgement 

We shall become as one

As they hear my approaching bells

Under the gaze of my cosmic gun

Love and loneliness

Sadness and pain

Will be their everlasting daylight

In their souls window panes

My silver mistress 

Mother Moon

Will seal their fate 

On each twenty-fifth 

When my blackened presents are received

For the spiteful and jealous

The hateful and cruel 

Who just love to deceive

You better pray to change your ways 

Before every Christmas Eve 

(C)

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Thoughts of Mary

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Salute.

(A lone voice whispers.)

Whenever I pause

In these tranquil quiet 

Moments 

In here

To think about all those 

Long nights 

We once walked by the 

Hawaiian blue sea

I still get drenched by the 

Sweetest thoughts 

Of you and me

Memories of a fierce love 

Which shone high above 

The hot yellow city lights

Of a time we held hands 

And everything seemed to 

Be alright 

But like a pale white 

Vulnerable feather

Blowing in the 

Four Winds

I then always remember how 

You surrendered to temptation

And like an act from the 

Devils favorite playbook

Our love was viciously ripped 

From our cross

To be tragically forgotten 

And by so many others

Casually dismembered 

With no chance of 

Redemption

Now I guess 

We're like 

Two depressing 

Characters from a 

Dystopian play called

Twelfth Night

A rotten 

Shakespearean Play

No one cares about 

Or wants to even 

Remember

But I'll still treasure and 

Carry those memories

Of footsteps walking by the

Hawaiian blue sea

Where I got drenched and 

Soaking wet by the 

Sweetest thoughts 

Of just you and me

Memories of a fierce love

 

Which still shines so high 

Above the hot yellow city 

Lights

Of a time we once held 

Hands 

And the future seemed so 

Bright

Of memories of us entwining  

To make love

To keep warm throughout 

All those cold but soul-thrilling 

December 

Winters nights

For the real treasures in life isn't the material or commercial 

 But simply the spiritual 

Copyright John Duffy