. Poetry from The Great In-Between

Friday, August 25, 2023

The Golden Thread


 For those enduring grief in these dark year's. 

Salute. 


Book overview

Looking at her head was like staring into a bright ray of glorious sunshine. 

A bright beam of summer with two starry eyes looking back. 

Eyes, which carried such beautiful ever changing pupils within. 

Pupils, which were constantly oscillating from one colour to the next, as she constantly held me firmly within her fixated eyes. 

She spoke. 

"I have a tale to tell you. We have heard you call in the dark of night to the City of God, and I have been sent to speak with you. 

Time is now at a standstill, it no longer ticks. 

We have the endless night. 

You must listen.

You may question when I nod, but not until then. 

Listen, but do not be afraid. 

The Divine One has sent me to deliver this message for you, his brethren and the world. 

We in the Celestial City have heard the cries of the many, the silent prayers of requests, the symphonies of lamentations, the songs of longing - 

Will we see them again vibrates throughout our alabaster corridors.

This is a tale that illuminates Hope in the Darkness of Grief.

 Lifts hearts in moments of Doubts and tells all the readers one thing, how they can defeat the Dark moments in life, when defeat seems inevitable. 

Love. 

Love in all its majesty is the one thing from where all goodness stems. 

Love is the King and Queen of life's emotions. 

The empire from which Kindness, Compassion, Empathy, Charity and Hope flourishes within. 

Love is the greatest gift we can ever bestow to anybody, any creature or any occasion, for it elevates the soul and energizes a weary heart. 

Are you ready for a journey into the unknown? 

Are you ready for the tale of the Golden Thread? 

A tale of such spiritual magnificence, it will forever change your life.

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Here's the Link to Amazon. The audiobook is highly recommended. 

Poetry and Musings from The Great In-Between


Shouldn't poetry be so visceral, it strikes so deep and reaches the soul? 

A catalogue of supernatural monologues whispered in the darkness. 

Am I just a conduit from The Great In-Between?


As Goddess Aphrodite

With her dark sympathetic eyes watching and

Emitting a supernatural hypnotic aroma
Of almonds

In her fast-flowing white silk gown

Standing on the ominous
Invisible broken banks of שְׁאוֹל

Unspoken grounds of an
Unseen Sheol

She whispers......

Welcome to a collection of stimulating otherworldly prose

Summoned from the shimmering half places where no one really visits or goes in

The Great In-Between

Gathered in the Years of Everlasting Change to Modern Society

Known as the Covid Years starting in the year of our Lord

2020 to the 14th of April 2021

A gathering of light and dark delicious supernatural prose

To indulge an inquisitive mind on any lonely rainy day

Wherever they are as in this deceptively deep life

They still run

Read on
Knowing they who watch standing silently behind me

Just hiding in these flickering shadowy spaces are also within you in that very room

For you’ve unknowingly summoned them all by reading all these opening lines

Conjured from the many dark halls from the Dark Castle of Apollos Keep

We advance as one and it's so glad to finally meet you

Shall we begin with tales of light and dark emotional overtures

Linked to morality and sin and whatever else they've seen

Which echo from here to eternity within these alabaster grey walls

Now say after me
Immediately

So Mote It Be!

(C)
Copyright John Duffy



Thursday, August 24, 2023

The 4 am voice

In the lower levels of spiritual existence 


We once roamed

Alone and lonely


Forlornly

Looking for true love


And all it's mysterious emotional energy


Hidden away 

In our empty homes


And like a red rose 

Blooming in a garden of thorns


I found you

Like a rare diamond amongst the coal


Blowing your triumphant horn


We danced

Sang and laughed together


And our happiness seemed forever


But Fate


That unseen handler of so many

From The Great In-Between

Intervened


Then you were once more lost 

For the ever-expanding sea

From dark shores


Had reached us and you were beached


Somewhere 

Between


Where and there

Between us


But

Regret is a grey smoke 

I will never breathe


Pain 

A tablet of separation

I will never take


For our life

Together though short


Will vibrate

Throughout my eternity 

Forever


For memories make a person once broken 


Smile filled with happy thoughts


Though unspoken


For pain and regret are always blowing like hungry


Vampiric seeds in the loose winds


Hoping to take root and grow in the garden of sad hearts


Which invite them in


Sadness found in regret and pain 


Should be cleansed by remembering


All those happier times 

For that's how I remain


Profound


For even though now

My old love and me


Don't share the same

Common ground


Like


Rose DeWitt Bukater and Jack Dawson


We dance forever 

Together

 

In my deep dreams


(C)

Copyright John Duffy


The Kuntilanak

  



(A lone voice whispers)


She came like a beautiful house crow


In the middle of the night 

Under the full Moon


Dressed in white


Flying straightforward from somewhere 

So hidden 

And out of sight 


Smelling of the Plumeria flower


She looked me 

Straight 

Up and down 


With a frown 


Like a crying baby

Where she stood 


Then knocked me 

Suddenly


To the cold ground 


Mounted me like a young Hayley Turner 

Looking for a quick earner 


With a Ke-ke-ke sound

With a new learner 


And that my friend 

Is how I got bit 


Bit really darn hard 


By the true queen 

Of all humanities hidden yards 


The Kuntilanak


The crow queen who appeared one dark night 

Hidden out of sight

From The Great In-Between


And mounted me like Hayley Turner 

For a quick Looshe earner



When I was only seventeen 


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 


The Kuntilanak (Indonesian name), also called Pontianak (Malay name), or Yakshi in Hinduism/ Hindu mythology is a mythological creature in Indonesia, Malaysia and Singapore. 


Hayley Turner is the most successful professional female jockey in history.


Looshe


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


 It's  also used to refer to the energy that is produced by suffering, that entities feed from

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Wednesday, August 23, 2023

Vibrations in The Ether

 Hey

You


I still dream of

Talking


While walking

Admiring some view


Don't need money

Where I wanna take you


For love

Is free


When you're 

With me 


Just gets expensive

When others

Step in 


Mary Jo


How can I tell you 

I'ma sorry 

I hurt you


But love ain't easy

Never thought you'd 

Disappear but


Father Tia

Says


Give her a while

Bobby Mac


That girl needs some me moments


Then she'll be back

Laughing and smiling 


In no time 


But it's been ten hard years 


Jo


So I'ma leaving this note

Here on your bed


At your Aunt Jemima's 


If you come back

Ring me on


0453

223844


So we can carry on

Like before


Father Tia

Might be a man of the cloth


But Mary Jo

You have to know


I miss you so much


Never thought I'd fall so hard


But ten years

And I'm still whining and pining


Pick up that phone 

Our boy


Jack misses you

Xxx


(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Amelie


(A lone voice whispers.)


Time has defeated me

My Amelie


For Death has cheated me


The love you once gave me

To sip 

Weekly 


As expensive tea

Now no longer completes me


For everywhere I go 

I see purple graffiti

For my eyes only 


Written with sharp strokes of Swahili


Njoo kwangu

Njoo kwangu


They read

Serenely


Njoo kwangu

Njoo kwangu


It may seem too late

But maybe we'll be given

An act two


So my spirit guides 

Can thank you


For a man 

Who has walked


The sorrowful path of Matthew 

Looking for a pedestal


With a living statue

To worship 


I once found you

In a place 


I dream I could go

Back to


But

Time has defeated me

My Amelie


For Death has cheated me


The love you once gave me to sip 

Weekly 


As expensive tea

Now no longer completes me


For everywhere I go 

I see purple graffiti


For my eyes only 

Written with sharp strokes of Swahili


Njoo kwangu

Njoo kwangu


They read

Serenely


Njoo kwangu

Njoo kwangu


Come to me

Come to me


Njoo kwangu

Come to me


But we both know

We'll have to wait


Until you've passed over too


(C)

Copyright John Duffy


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Tuesday, August 22, 2023

Mirroring from the Abyss


 

In the darkness of sleep, an angel called Poetry appeared.

She whispered tales of how many would visit and pass on stories as I slept.

She whispered I was simply a conduit from the Abyss and with a parting soft kiss, 

she disappeared and then the voices appeared.

The following are all those whispers in the middle of the night, within a year or so, 

of those strange ethereal dreams.

Where strange unknown visitors suddenly appeared within my lucid deep streams.

Do long deceased ghosts recite poetry in the spaces in-between?

And so it begins with voices in the dark.

As I sit lonely in my darkened room with my black Remington typewriter for company,

 in my mind’s eye a stage has appeared. 

All black save for a type of spotlight in the middle.

A figure has appeared and stepped in to view.

Rugged, bearded and wearing a white shirt and a dark Mac with piercing blue eyes, 

he speaks.

My name is William, John.

Will you recite our stories to the world oh narrator from the lands of the living?

Who am I to say no, 
I whisper and so it begins.

William speaks, will you listen?

If you were worth nothing or rich beyond compare

I would still stand beside you and just try to love you

If you were scared frightened or just weighed down with life and all its baggage

I would gladly rush in to carry your burdens

If you were mad or just simply sad

I would quickly reach out with empathy overflowing with an electrifying passion to just embrace you 

in a hug of complete compassion

If you needed some love and light in the middle of a lifetime

I would just simply appear through inspired lines and prose to hold you tightly

Simply to remind you

All your feelings of guilt or pain are also mine

If you needed anything profound beyond my care or abilities

I would just try to simply love you

For ours is but a silent union dear reader

Free from physical excesses but entwined and spinning endlessly

Lost in the spiritual cosmos beyond time and space

Serenading our opened the third eye

As we ride over landscapes of blue and green

Visiting newer realms unseen as two

Shall we begin?
(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Here's the link to Amazon for the curious. Salute. 

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Introspection

 


From an old book called Introspection I published on Amazon. 

It's rather strange reading old words. 

I'm a complicated soul for sure 🔥
Salute. 

Link below. 

Book overview
Escapism – For the readers.

Within this deep clearing, a sanctuary surrounded by the long trees of Time's perpetual symphonies, we meet.

Within this clearing, sheltered from Storms:

inside this sacred sanctuary, within this journey.

A place beyond the Silence of Humanities long reach,

a secret place where the bright blue Sky holds back the shadows of conflict and pains of Yesteryear.

A place beyond duty, consequence, or fear.

Instead, immersed for a brief interlude, 

a silent time where we simply enjoy each other’s thoughts, 

before once again pulling up our long cloaks of separation,

once again venturing forth into the cauldron of life’s ever spinning tapestries.

Would you still follow me if I lit a red candle

In this final odyssey

Would you follow me willingly into the swirling dark

In this brief history of time

Would you grasp my coattails as we trespassed tentatively through all of life's scary parks

As we swim against all the fast-flowing tides

Will you tango and tiptoe past the Tall Man and all his worldly Minions

As we circumnavigate the globe

The new world grid and claimed it as our Dominion

For although we are but lost souls going eventually to She'ol

Would you still just blindly follow me past the awakening powers of a modern god

As we walk unashamed together behind the many new pale white horses

To be wantonly unleashed within the unfathomable darkness as we surely conquer this life and all its dark forces

Forever tasked with painting new erotic masterpieces with apocalyptic energy like Vincent Van Gogh

And then every night

Hidden behind the many enemies money can ever make

Before we dream

Shall we plead to angels and owners of the book of secrets

To take us beyond the Black Darkness

We always see when our astral eyes open as our mortal eyes close

To use their invisible hands to tear away the dark rim before our ever-watchful twin pyres

To show us what truly lies beyond these

Books of Lies

Everyone sometimes reads from

For us to venture into newer undiscovered lands

To a brave new world

To see the bright lights of two crimson suns and the quartet of multicoloured rainbows illuminating a purple-hued sky

A place where no one no longer dies

A paradise of ever-swirling winds of a whispered profound new Eden

Perpetually emanating from a deep divine so high up Above

A sanctuary lost forever within the forgiving green reeds of a new millennium

A place to be reunited with dear old family or friends who never made it to the end where nobody no longer cries

To sit beside the Holy River to write poetry and sing and to joyously watch through a silver scrying mirror

As the real world slowly disappears

To walk through luscious green grass to the Eternal City

To hear the greatest stories never told to human ears

To finally embrace a new realm free from all fears or pity

This we will beseech the Silent Dark before once again we are lost in each other

for a few hours

As we joyously board Morpheus's dark Ark of broken old dreams

Before stepping silently into newly conjured world unseen

Smiling like twin heroes with a thousand faces

Amid old rainbows of hidden dangers

Where we shall hear blessings from the

Red Priestess

To deliver us into a new realm just hidden in-between

Whispered in echoes in the deepest ravines

Of the hollow earth

May the Powers of Apollo

The God of Music

Arts Knowledge Healing Prophecy and Poetry

Mesmerise and provide catharsis

For you, as this life, you silently follow

May the Goddess Athena fill you with reason wisdom intelligence skill and peace

Wherever you wander upon life's many emotional beaches

May the upcoming Full Buck Moon infused with blessings sent from the Mistress of Helios

Empower you to conquer all challenges

With self-love and strength

A new power to proclaim boldly in the darkest of all nights

I can do this right

May the powers of your Ancestral Kin

Those familiar voices which still sometimes visit to whisper invocations of hope to still guide you as it resonates deep within

So you can reach new plateaus

For happiness to truly begin

By all the

Power of the Purple Flame from The Unseen

Just behind the veil

To all the watchful Elementals

Deities and Old Gods

By the healing powers of Above and Below

May this ancient blessing empower you wherever you go

And to never be to a hostage

So be it

Can you hear that low whisper from the other side as you walk through my mind

Can you feel me

For within your mind I too now walk

Can you hear my soft voice as through these mesmerising words I too now talk

For you are now mine

It was always written in the old books of life in the beginning of time

When God built the Cosmos

Can you feel me creeping through those cautious corridors of your mind as I pause and shamelessly whisper this inter-dimensional rhyme

You may pass this away as a sensuous strange dream

You may convince yourself it's only your fertile imagination

But believe me, it's real and you will see and embrace it in the passing of time

For you are now mine so say it quietly

From the

Black Grimoires stolen like a common thief from the Devil's Keep

A dark masquerade filled with fallen angels

I invocate this spell to force you to love me as you nightly sleep

So dream of me when you rest and prepare for me when we eventually meet

I've now cast your name into the Sphinx's mixing bowl and there's no one to blame

Don't question when your unconsciousness starts counting down the dogeared days and slow nights

Tossing and turning just restless and filled with so much unknown burning anxiety and angst

For you are now mine

Since by reading this

You have just sipped some of my

Holy communion wine

So mote it be

Copyright John Duffy


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Sunday, August 20, 2023

Blessing from the Red Priestess.




A song I heard from within a deep dream.

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May the Powers of Apollo.

The God of Music

Arts 

Knowledge 

Healing 

Prophecy and poetry


Mesmerise and

Provide catharsis for you 

As this life you follow.


May the Goddess Athena


Fill you with reason wisdom intelligence skill, and peace


Wherever you wander

Upon life's many emotional beaches


May the upcoming

Full Buck Moon 


Infused with

Blessings sent from the

Mistress of Helios.


Empower you

To conquer all challenges

With self-love and inner strength


Proclaiming majestically 

I can do this


May the powers of your ancestral Kin


Those familiar voices which still visit to always 


Whisper advice 

Which resonates

Within


Guide you to new plateaus

So true happiness

Can begin


By all the Powers

Of the Purple Flame.


From The Unseen

Behind The Great In-Between 


To The Elementals

Deities and Old Gods


By the healing powers of

Above and Below


May this ancient blessing

Empower you


Wherever you go

So be it



Copyright John Duffy


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The Riders of the Grey Smoke


 

In a dark dream

Lost in the Midnight Garden


I looked for you

Within its semi-darkness


I walked through the softly blowing winds 

Of The Lands of the Ether and Blue


And called out loudly to you 

Praying you'd answer 


To help me get through


But in that dark dream

Lost in the Midnight Garden


It stayed so silent

That only the swirling grey smoke whispered

In a gentle voice


Go back, traveller

For there is no rescue


For no familiar voices

You know 

Are here to answer


Only us

The Riders of the Grey Smoke


Known as Asphodel Meadows

Necromancers


Who gives you this choice


Or you could stay 

And be transmuted into this grey smoke like us



To serve a new queen 

To eternally rejoice


What says you 

The walker 


From beyond


The Lands 

Of The Ether and Blue


(C)

Copyright John Duffy


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The Voice at 4 am