The Call of The Ala--Kai

 

We burn

This

Rare and

Expensive DMT infused incense 

Throughout all our inner temples

Here 

In Tulsa

Oklahoma

To see with new

Eyes 

Wide open

All Hidden 

In-between 

Here to the faint heartbeats 

Controlled by the medulla oblongata

In the broken 

Frequencies of Green

Come to us

Our Winter's Queen

From The 

Frey Void

To speak 

From Lands of Swirling Smoke

Above this 

World's noise

Announce

Yourself

With music of pipe and ringing golden bells

As watching 

Spirits

In shadow coats

Gather and Yell

Praise us

With your divine wisdom

To the beat 

Of our higher self's

Drums

Ignite a furious flame

Within us

So we can 

Dance in fever

And wildly run

We 

Your blessed

Children

The Ala--Kai

Counting down

These Aquarius Days

In this Great Play

Of newer portals

And ancient ways

To be opened

Or reopened

So this incense 

We light

Tonight 

Throughout

This 

Mid

September cold night

To tempt you

To call and stay

And walk 

From In-Between 

Spaces 

Of fractured dreams

As we summon you

To learn

So appear now

We beseech

Goddess Diana 

To reach

And teach

As these midnight candles 

Burn

So mote it be

From all in-between 

So mote it be

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Ty e Long Goodbyes

 

 

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The Lone Wanderer

I still miss her

Deep inside

Below

The facade

Bravado and jest

Deeper still

It's my unswallowable

Pill

The last time

I saw her

Was eight

At the

Piccadilly station

She seemed so

Happy

Carefree and full

Of smiles

That was

Ten years ago

Before she

Lost her patience

A sad indicator

Of how life changes and

Relentlessly flows

And the inner

Turmoil

That inevitably

Grows

She's gone now

To newer

Places

Met a new guy down

At York races

Me

I'm still living

In a world

Of Long Goodbyes

A reverie of endless

Sonnets

From

Ever-growing souls

Who beseech and cry

Copyright John Duffy 

22 NOVEMBER 2017

The Midnight Voice

 

I can see

All the way from in here

The fate of the world is on a precarious knife edge

The black-robed vultures

Are gathering 

In secret covens and lodges

For their Great Cull

Carefully planned and patiently waiting

On their gilded governmental ledges

For The Last Harvest

The Great Play

Paradise

For the nuclear family

Has been torn asunder

Religion 

Family values

Gender

By the throw 

Of a black and white dice

Announcing new agendas

As in boats

Missed placed nations

Sail and wonder 

Will I find freedom 

From my old kingdom

Just to drown and freeze

To death

In cold waters

As politicians 

Ponder

Argue

Reflect

And hatred 

Interject

Faith in a 

Higher Power

In retrospect

Seems

Demeaned and hated

By those with no nerves

Churches

Closed

By Elites

Leaving Christians with

Nowhere to go

Musing

In silence

In defeat

But they

The Elites

They'll get what they deserve

When Hell opens

Up its doors

And they are duly

Served 

You may feel

Alone

Scared

Insecure

Or in pain

Moving slowly 

In-between jagged lines

But God knows

Who's lost their faith

And needs a boost

A touch of The Almighty's grace

Through a sickness

Delivered by followers of darkness

So all I can say

Is pray

Pray

Pray everyday 

And God will try to remedy

All that comes 

Whatever may 

 

For as Jeremiah 29:11 says

For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, 

plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.

As Deuteronomy 31:6 says

Be strong and courageous. 

Do not fear or be in dread of them, for it is the Lord your God who goes with you. 

He will not leave you or forsake you.”

So in Proverbs 3:5-6 

Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. 

In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make straight your paths.

Quoting Lamentations 3:22-23

 The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;

his mercies never come to an end; 

they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.

So to Isaiah 41:10 

Fear not, for I am with you; 

be not dismayed, 

for I am your God; 

I will strengthen you, 

I will help you, 

I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.

And ending with Corinthians 4:16-18 

So we do not lose heart.

Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day. 

For this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison, as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. 

For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal.

Be strong. 

The light must keep shining

For kindness and compassion

To keep winning

Against those swimming

In The Devil's Dark

Unforgiving 

Waters

By constantly

Sinning

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

The voice of Tanaka

 I can subliminally feel 

All those sad fears

Rhythmically swirling like sharpened kitchen knives

Within all your world choices

Which cuts me so deep

Like cold Tamahagane steel

Above all this new

Life's 

Now old noises

I can just see you 

Sitting there

In your darkened bedroom

Somewhere

Dressed in that familiar soft white lace

With translucent tears

Running down 

Your beautiful face

Thinking of me

As a lone crone

In a faraway forest

In triumph 

Sings 

And rejoices

Overjoyed by her spells

Creating turmoil 

Of fake excuses and tragic surprises

In you

For

I know

It's not fair

What you're going through

But trust me

I'm 

Going through it

Too

For 

This thing we started

This inexplicable thing

This molten fire that still burns

 

Like it's taboo

Since we parted

Reaches so deep

Inside

I can't sleep

Can't work

Can't recall

How many times

I've cried

Brokenhearted

For I remember

Those sweet salad days

Before our love

Died

When we parted ways

Walking on the beach

With the girl next door

Who came to me

Unexpectedly

Like a serene gift 

From The Holy Sea

Gently fluttering by

To say hello

Like a rare beautiful Glasswing Butterfly

But now

We are 

But two 

Lost souls

With nowhere to go

Just wondering round

In familiar round circles

And looking into 

This purple haze

The very mouth of this black abyss

Before me

Looking at the mistakes

We once made

In my scrying mirror

As our tarot cards 

Were first laid

When we first kissed

While we walked

Its tired pavements

In its maze

I pray and hope you still

Think of me

The ghost

Who still loves his beautiful rare Glasswing  butterfly

From the Realms

Of The

Great In-Between

Sent to love you

To remind you

You're so special

An astral envoy

Sent like a 

Spiritual Kestrel

To inspire others 

Especially those

That suffer in silence

So turn that Southern Country music up high

To drown out your world's violence 

For a light like yours

Must shine

And it's why

This old ghost

Can never say goodbye

For our old love

Lives beyond

The seas of this black abyss

Forever 

Spinning

In my memories

Of our

First poetic kiss

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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The voice of SM.

(A lone voice whispers.)

 Call to me

Be it on high mountains

Or by faraway stars

In silent musical thoughts

While you savour a few bars

Spread out your altar cloth

Before

Minutes

And seconds

Of life

Demand 

To play

Light up 

Your peace ceremonial candle

And bind fear

Onto Urvi's glass mirror

So 

Beauty and

Temperance

Can conjure up new experiences 

For the adventurous 

To lead the way

And through

Red currents of benevolence

In September

I'll guide you

To your deliverance

So

Dance inside

Now

To four beats

On four

Pray to me

To open that tightly shut door

To a new form of self-reverence

So I can

Come

To embrace you

From the shores 

Of two Suns

And no guns

From here

Beyond the hills

Of The Great In-Between

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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The Rite of The Sibyls

 Press play before reading. 

Salute. 

(A lone voice chants.)

Three candles lit

Burning in fire

Nature's flute

Singing in corner

Chanting for love

To adorn us

Nikaa Taa

Nikaa Taa

Oh 

Spirits

Hear us

Nikaa Taa

Nikaa Taa

Oh 

Spirits

Hear us

Send us signs

Send us signs

From the Great Smoke

Nikaa Taa

Nikaa Taa

Oh 

Spirits

Hear us

And when bell rings

Help us sing

Nikaa Taa

Nikaa Taa

Oh 

Spirits

Hear us

Your children

Who needs saving

Nikaa Taa

Nikaa Taa

Oh 

Spirits

Hear us

Oh 

Spirits

Hear us

Your children

Who needs saving

Nikaa Taa

Nikaa Taa

Send us 

A sign

For your children

Who needs saving

Nikaa Taa

Nikaa Taa

Oh 

Spirits

Hear us

Send us signs

Send us signs

From the Great Smoke

Nikaa Taa

Nikaa Taa

Oh 

Spirits

Hear us

Send us

Signs

From The Great Smoke

For your children

Who needs 

Saving

(C), 

Copyright John Duffy

The Ember Fields

Every clock in here 

These old wooden ones

As they tick

They remind me of you

Every single second

Every single minute 

Carries luminescent memories 

Of all the wild but adorable things

We used to do

As they suddenly manifest

Like a magician's trick

Right out of the blue

And if my broken heart could beat

It would carry drum beats of revelations

So true

I would die once more

In palpable bliss

If I could write a parable

It would only be

I yearned once for a touch of your silky skin

And a taste of your red Guerlain lipstick

But got distracted

By the sweet voice

In the darkness

That strives

All good things to 

Underpin

Through sin

And now

In The Great In-Between 

My parable 

If deciphered by an illuminated one would read

If love is offered

Freely and

Willing 

Clasp it

Hold it and treasure it

And it's why now these sparkling twinkling lights

Reflections of you

Shine so bright in this ever-hot dust

From dawn to dusk

Showcasing your image

To the empty husks of the Ascended Ones

Night and day

That litter The Lord's Way

Come what may

So while the Baylore energies 

Magnify my thoughts into these words

Like a soft fingertip across your warm spine

I'll see you soon

Skyclad in blue

In your deepest of dreams

And wide-eyed

Mighty and free

We'll be reunited once more

But not like Orpheus and Eurydice

To be snatched away by a lack of trust

But forevermore

And that's why 

My love

I still see your reflection 

In these Embers Fields

In this everlasting dust

In every single second

And minute

As these tired wooden clocks tick

From dawn to dusk

To remind me I miss you

And that's why I'll never yield

For now, I know true love

And all emotions 

It reveals

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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A soft whisper from The Ether

You know

Who you are 

If this reaches you

The one 

I still love at the core

Lit inside 

Like a divine cathedral candle

Forevermore

So let the serpents

Come 

For like Moses

I'll stand strong

My mighty rod

Will open up a new road

To Damascus 

Guided to you

My own Euonymus alatus

Who still burns me 

Inside

So much

With such love

My soul cries

For although our paths 

Are divided by fate

By vultures and lions

Which prowl 

Hidden 

Restless

Unseen

Just outside our spiritual gates

Ours is a sacred pact

One 

No fowl knoweth

And which the vultures and lions

With eyes green

Hath seen

And it's why they prowl

For they know

We have been endowed

By The  Almighty Flame

From The Great In-Between

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

A lone voice whispers

I've seen

The newly indentured 

Stand

Crying 

Like forever

In this endless rain

When they realise their holy dreams have died

In pain

In reflective wet

Puddles

Seen hearts

Torn out of cold sides

And laid

By the wayside

As lost souls

Daily

Struggled

Seen Antediluvian Kings

Fall and kneel

Watched cities

Of the wailing

Plead to feel

All this I've seen

And so much more

But amongst these mists

A new seat

In one of our caves

Always awaits 

Its number for the

Newbie

On that door

Is always eight

Covered in a million names

It could carry your name

Like mine

Into oblivion

But if you still feel the compulsion

To do 

What's right 

To walk the good walk

Who knows

We 

The Mytakiia

Might never see you 

On any given night

To stand like 

Those lost

The wailing multitude 

We call the Profane

Crying 

Into 

This endless rain

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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The Lifebuoy

Emotional poetry has always struck a chord. 

We all, unless we are really lucky, have endured heartbreak. 

I rather still love reading this old piece. 

A lone soul reminiscing while looking for a new love. 

After being abandoned. 

The metaphor of the circling sharks represents social media or someone's social circle. 

Predators seeking new thrills regardless of someone's attachment to another. 

How many relationships worldwide lie in ruin, due to a sudden behaviour change, relating to a new secret love interest? 

Poetry, music, film and theatre echo these themes, relentlessly. 

So here's just another heartbroken piece. 

Before you ask, it doesn't relate to me. 

I'm just another creative soul. 

Have a great weekend. 

Salute. 

Title: 

The Lifebuoy

Floating like a lonely lifebuoy

In a hurricane of raw emotional seas

That defied all known physics

In a secret version of The Pacific 

Known only to the Kataai

Where we were both drowning in

A New Stone Age 

Created by critics

Our version of the Mesolithic

With happiness and pain 

Written and carved across

Our souls

In shed blood and tears

Like unfathomable Egyptian hieroglyphics 

You floated my way

One day

And with soft lips

And tender eyes

Held me with

Tightened fingers

As my lifebuoy

Kept us 

Both afloat

You whispered

Secrets to me

To help me cope

As I to you 

Secrets

Mystery Schools

Would beg to hear

Stories

Hopes

Fears and dreams

We floated in that sea

In between worlds

For what seemed forever

You and me

Clasped so tightly

Together

In that crazy weather

But deep below

Great sharks

Were circling

Leviathan's of 

All that creeps

My lifebuoy held

Strong

Though

Chained 

To the bottom

Of that rough sea

Your grip firm

But then 

You slipped

A voice

Caught your eye

In the near distance

And in that instance

Wet with that sea

You just floated away 

From me

Watching with saddened eyes

As I slowly floated by

I remember

Looking at you

On the crest of that huge Nazare wave

That suddenly appeared

And screaming

Over that ocean

Of neverending undulating

Emotions

"Love given freely

When accepted in any known form

Should be cherished

No matter how long

Or wrong

No guilt attached

For in that moment

Always remember the magic of that song

Our song

That helped us float

Together

In that moment

Forever

A sonnet

We both once heard

No matter how tragic"

If I remember

In reply

You just smiled

Then disappeared 

Forever

When that old familiar fire

Of ours

In your eyes 

Died 

And I floated away

Alone

To never again 

Cry

Just another

Bobbing red and white

Lifebuoy

Looking for another

To meld with

To reach

Me 

In that secret version of The Pacific 

With memories of your soft

Fingertips and sweet smiles

That once held me

Glorious stories

And all those magical things

That once created a love song

That now still plays

So beautifully

Slowly

Like Beethoven's

Moonlight Sonata

As it heals

Somewhere

Deep

Within me

As I still float

Alone and lost at sea

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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