Channelling Marvin Gaye in 2023

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Channelling Marvin Gaye in 2023

 

(A sad voice sings)

Holy Father

Father 

Father

Send us a prayer

For there's too many of us 

Standing by 

So many cold graves 

Crying

Holy Father

Father

Father

We know

There's far too many of us

Suddenly dying

So I know 

We've got to find a way

To bring some light 

On what's

Happening today

So yeah

Holy Father 

Father 

Father

We need to generate 

Songs 

Of debate

Debate

Before it's too late 

And things start to escalate

For war 

With the Red Bear 

To cover up 

The rise of sudden deaths 

And cancers

Aint the answer

To cover-up 

For big pharma 

And all their 

Necromancers

For only our power

Can conquer darkness

Before it's too late

Holy Father

Father

Father

Give us strength 

To generate some peace

To help us 

Find a way

To shine a light 

On the Media lies

Even though it 

Aint allowed 

With

No protest signs

For they beat you 

With their sharp sticks 

Of immorality

Holy Father

Father

Father

What's going on

Pray 

To help others 

Open their eyes

Father 

Sister 

Mothers 

Or brothers 

To really see

What's going on 

For everyone blinded

By their newspeak

Their dark music

And shout out

In the street

Or when you ask 

Questions 

Where you sit

You should trust the news

Not abuse it

Trust the news

Not abuse it

But we know its lies

What's going on

Sudden deaths

A rise in cancers

Heart attacks

What's going on

War in Russia

What's going on

Food crisis

Farming crisis

What's going on

Holy Father

Father 

Father

Help us find a way

To build a better day 

Starting today

When we all know 

What's going on

What's going on

What's going on

So we can all 

Get along

And stop what's wrong

It's why I wrote this song

What's going on

So people know 

What's really 

Going on

Right on

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

 

The Voice of Eli

 (A lone voice whispers.)

Like an army of unseen thieves

Wearing invisible black and red threads of divinity

You may steal

These words

As they are read

Into infinity

To remember old times of Beloved memories 

Of the dead

You have my now declared permission 

So go ahead

So like an army of invisible thieves

Wearing black and red threads of divinity

 

Fighting

Mentally

To stay alive

While living amongst

The living dead

Use these sacred words

As your literacy

Your Godhead

Recite after me

Silently

O sacrum

Fac me pacem et eripe me de tenebris

Da mihi vi opponendi fornicationem et tentationem

In omni- potenti nomine tuo

Amen

So they may fall like Autumn leaves 

All around 

The sacred grounds 

Where you may sit or stand

And 

Forever

Stay

As your beating band

Still plays

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Translation: 

O Sacred One

Bring me peace and deliver me from darkness

Bestow me with the strength to oppose immorality and temptation 

In your Almighty name

Amen

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The Voice of Malachy

 

I've searched

So many once long forgotten rooms 

Hidden in this cathedral of my mind

My old worldly kingdom

Looked in faded memory tombs

For freedom

Visited death and birth

Laughter and mirth

Mementos of life on Earth 

Endless light

And dark cloaks

Worn by

Recollections

Of folks

Invoked

Now 

I'm here 

In this all consuming darkness 

And as I reside

Sitting by this 

Always burning 

Old oak

The only truths

I now know

Sharpened by the Blacksmiths  

Of Time's

Anvils

As it flows

It's why 

My soul

Now bleeds

In rhymes

Looking down to the walking flesh coffins

Beyond 

Filled to the brim

With greed and sin

Just awaiting a home

When gravediggers

Are summoned 

By lone priests

To dig

I've watched love turn to hate and burnt to ash 

As foolish lovers

Took the Devils cold cash

Looked upon empty bedrooms 

As angels were cast out by new practices

From loving homes

Seen red roses

Crushed in concrete

To never regrow 

As their leaves 

Withered in sorry defeat

In snow

Saw Straw Men

In red clouds 

Ride in

Smiling

To rain down on those 

Praying to sin

But through it all

No matter how many

Pieces have to fall

Have faith

To break the bullpen 

You'll know when

For one day 

We

The true believers

Will stand shoulder

To shoulder

Arm in arm

And sing this

Our battle song 

O LORD

O LORD

Keep us

O LORD

Safe 

Safe

Safe

From the wicked

O LORD

O LORD

Protect us from storms of violence 

O LORD

O LORD

By planners

Hiding in the silence

O LORD

O LORD

Come our Way

For

You are the Way

The Ford

Hear us

O LORD

Hear us

O LORD

O LORD

Glory Glory

Hallelujah

Hallelujah

O LORD

O LORD

Glory Glory

Hallelujah  

 

Do you believe 

You'll stand and sing

Arm in arm

When the Great Tribulation 

Comes and

Begins

I hope so

For when the trials come

I'll look for you 

To take 

Your arm

To sing

O LORD

O LORD

Keep us

O LORD

Safe

 Safe

From harm

From the wicked

Protect us from storms of violence 

O LORD

By planners

Hiding in the silence

O LORD

Come our Way

For

You are the Way

Hear us

O LORD

Glory Glory

Hallelujah  

Glory Glory

Hallelujah  

You are the Ford

Hallelujah

Glory Glory

O Lord 

You are the Ford

 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

 

The Calling.

(A lone voice whispers.)

Run wildly

To me

My only love

Through all of life's wild woods

To reach my secret mountain glade

Come to your destiny 

Join the parade

Of all the poets around me

As I stand chanting 

In my circle of salt

Sending out spells to enchant and call to you

Each night

Even when you kneelled 

Bowed 

Cried 

Smiled or prayed

For I still wait in these dark woods

Just hidden in the shade

Will you surrender and just come to me

Spiritually 

For I will help you build a new poetic temple

With a gleaming white altar

As its centre piece

To absolve all your fears

With a baptism of words

In ink

Do you wish to enter into my Red Church

To sit 

Kneel or perched 

To be baptised and ordained

By its tear stained glass window panels

Will you walk through the ceremonial grey smoke that chokes

The normal folks

Who lack imagination 

Past that enticing pit fires

Surrounded by Temptations

Many crowds of enticing liars

When you hear 

Me calling

To finally cross the metaphorical wet sands and swim through the dark waters

To reach my mountains of emotions 

Woodland glade

Where we can finally dance freely

Like Masonic Knights 

On their Seventh Crusade

Amongst the deadly nightshade

And face the rise of the Full Winters Moon

Totally unafraid

As the rest of the world

Is falling

With the rise

Of a custom made

Remodeling 

By concealed AI

Weapons of decay 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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 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

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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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