A Sunday Voice Whispers

 

Even though

The night is mine

Like the doe

Who hides behind 

The bushes in the nighttime

Every breath you take

Every step you make

Even if the moon no longer rises

Or the sun goes out

I will be at your side

If you lose hope

With nothing left to cope

I will be at your side

If your life seems empty

Whilst others seem to have plenty

Pray to me to appear

To wipe away those tears

For I will be at your side

If you need space and time 

To clear your mind

If you need to feel pain

To be reborn again

I will be at your side

If Fate brings you SAD gifts 

Like seasonal affective disorders

From all known states

Or borders

Or people filled with and preaching hate

Call to me

And I will be at your side

For your life is but a brief whisper 

A quick ride in my Ether

A tiny dot on my ethereal map

A made-up wheel

Created by the Babylonians and Egyptians

That can steal 

All you feel

So know

Your life was never made to live alone

Driven by a ticking wheel

Call to me 

To atone

And I will be at your side

In a flash 

Before your world turns to ash

So my Keeper of the Sacred Keys

Peter  

Can welcome you home

When you're due

To a wonderful land 

Where you're never alone 

But with all your family and beloved friends

Free spirits 

While all animals roam

Remember to call to me

So I can be at your side

If only for a short while

I'm sure you know my name

For I'm also a child

A son of a God sent to guide

All things in his Ether 

Which collide 

Even the sinful

Who has lied

But more so 

For those 

Whose souls have cried

Call to me

For faith in something greater

 Always provides

For I will always try

To be by your side

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Saul's Eulogy Letter

 

All though I leave

Behind

So many to greave

Don't cry

For I have loved life

And have no fear to die

For through faith

I know 

Angels with bright white wings

With turtle doves

That sing

Will guide me

Beyond the clouds of this world's largest sky

Past Saturn Rings

For my heart is clear

And filled with all things I hold dear

For I have danced with love in the early morning rain 

 

Savoured its sweet taste and pain 

In my beating chest

Kissed and fought 

For peace

For the oppressed 

With all the buttons I could press

So of me do not cry

For fear of death 

No fear 

Have I

For my God 

Now waits for me

In the shadows

By the grey gates

In the eternal meadows

So take this

As my final kiss 

Goodbye

For remember 

When you read or hear this

Trust me 

Good friends and true love

Never die

(C)

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The Wastelands. Shibboleth.

(A lone voice whispers.)

These nights are long 

Now that I've crossed this dark sea

But I sometimes 

Wonder 

Do you still miss me

My only love

Now that we're both free

For I'll still love you 

As long as The Hurrian Hymn is played   

Even as long 

As heartfelt prayers are made

To the peaks of the highest mountains 

And into the deep depths

Of Agartha 

Hidden Fountains

My soul may be out of reach

And out of sight

Every night

Brought about by our Lord and Grace

By always remember 

I'm here

Just waiting in a pristine room

In a unique place

Where 

Through my Scrying glass

I can still see 

Your beautiful face

By sun and moon

Rain or shine

Fire or candlelight

For to love you

Is all I now have 

To carry me through These endless nights

In these Barren Lands

To remind me

You were once mine

An even though

I've taken my last breath

When Deaths  Messenger called

I'll still love you through all tragedies

As 

Thane of Glamis

Loved his Lady Macbeth 

For sometimes faith in love 

Is all you can use

When you have nothing left 

To lose

So when God

Bade me take my last breath

With a wave of his hand

I made his messenger

Titan 

Promise

I shall see you better

Even after death

When you join me here

In Shibboleth

The Wastelands 

Filled those

No longer wearing flesh 

(C)

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Whispers in the night

Don't forget me

Gabriella

For I'm where The Seraphim 

Now sing

For I've found a new seat in Heaven 

A place I can slow down and say

I've found inner peace

After my soul's confession 

 

So don't weep for me

Don't cry yourself to sleep

With depression

I want you to rise each morning with a smile

And strive to stay strong

For Time is but a slow wheel

A brief interlude in eternity

We'll meet again

Just on the other side

To carry on

In a new ride

Within a serene place

In The Great In-Between

Where Angels pass you

In fields of emerald green

So wipe away those wet tears

For I'm not alone

Alexandria and William

My spirit guides

Are with me

To welcome me home

Now I have no fear

And all that old pain has disappeared 

And I'm no longer visually impaired

Jesus must have wiped my slate clean 

When he gave me this new visiting card

So take your time coming 

For I'll always be waiting

When the smoke clears

For somethings may seem worse than some first feared

But until then

I'll wait patiently til you appear

For love is a golden thread

that goes beyond 

All known limitations 

(C)

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Some whispered rules from the Great In-Between

 

 (A lone voice whispers)

Find an everlasting requiem 

To take you knee-deep in a lust for a real-life

Make unrequited love

The Rebellious Songs of the Transformational

As you throw away its emotional sharp knife

Make a layer cake of evocative delicious delights

To be explored and devoured with your dearly beloved

Hidden from the watching dark shadows all around you

In the middle of any given night

Find ancestral strength in midnight memories and ritualistic ceremonies

Within echoes from those now out of sight

Regain the strength to carry on and fight to finally

Find loves hidden highways and as you take flight

Embrace the sacred thoughts that your Guardian Angels

Always watch over and protect yourself in every way

Especially at night with their unspoken prayers

And you my child 

Will be okay in all of your lifes affairs

(C)

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Whispers at 2 AM

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Salute. 

(A lone voice whispers.)

Love and sorrow are as one

This I know

For even as the sky 

The winds and snow

Just like

Some of Mother Nature's mesmerizing things 

Which can never be outrun

Like those walking on Desolation Row

I have felt both

Rode those two crazy boats 

Until I became this ghost

Clinging on 

Steadfastly 

From love to sorrow

Coast to Coast 

Filled with wild hopes and desires 

Powered on 

By a surety bond

Relentlessly

By a silent knowledge

Of a strange fire 

From The Great Beyond

But like baby seeds

Dreaming of birth

Beneath the Sun's blazing fire

To grow

Waiting

Deep below 

Within the Earth

With a heart dreaming of a new spring

A new rebirth

I too 

Am waiting for those hidden golden bells to ring

To start of freedom 

Sing

But I still just die every time 

I think of you

Just floating metaphorically 

Alone

Into the fading blue

Like a white feather

Blowing

Lonely in the cold winds

Beneath a heartless sky

Which always seems to be standing 

Smiling and watching

In all weathers

Only to then melt into the early morning Sun

For all things 

All said and done

What is it to escape breathing

When you have no loved ones

Or tall tales to be spun

But to find freedom in here

A new kingdom

In The Great In-Between

One that rises and falls with the tides of mortal goodbyes

If it could be seen

For when you walk in these shallow rivers of Silence

To endlessly die

To taste its sweet musk of defiance 

As you cry

You too shall sing

Like me

Oh Hosanna

Oh Hosanna

To reach the mountain

top

You too shall begin to pray to climb

Oh Hosanna

Oh Hosanna

To take a sip 

From Absolutions Ceremonial Silver Cup

For when you reach rock bottom

Oh Hosanna

Oh Hosanna

The only way 

Oh Hosanna

Oh Hosanna

Dear reader

Is up

Oh Hosanna

Oh Hosanna 

(C)

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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)

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