The Voice of the Spirit Guide

 Let my voice 

Be the driving force 

And divine noise

The supernatural heartbeat 

To help you conquer and

circumvent defeat

Let my voice be the driving force 

To summon happiness and love

Comparison and kindness

Conjured into your daily ritual

Through silent prayer

To help open up your tired eyes

To really see 

Beauty and strength

Flowing everywhere

You go

So

Will you let my voice be the driving force 

To empower and bless 

You

In all

You feel

Compelled to do

For all I can say or do

Is pray you say

Yes

(C)

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Dreams of Idh-yaa

Part 2 of Channeling H.P. Lovecraft.

Part 2 of Channeling H.P. Lovecraft.

 (A lone voice whispers.)

 Her ruby eyes 

When she appeared knocking softly on my front door

Wore me out instantaneously with revolving shadows

Blooming with mystical colours of deep dreams

Echos of an unexplored multiverse 

A place where unfulfilled desires and cravings linked to lust

Could be so easily dissolved and resolved

They whispered of archaic realms

Revolving around humanity 

Like old satellites unseen 

Twinkling with sparkling obsidian dust infused with a fervent red shimmer 

Of something transmigrational

Something so mysterious and sensuous 

That when she suddenly willed it to appear 

You could sense it would be utterly insatiable 

Her smile carried a hidden memorandum and invitation 

That was inescapable 

For with one look 

You knew her courage was unshakable 

She appeared to me like a ghost in the night

Offered me a sharp drink 

To sink before our libidos began to fight

Her real name was truly a mystery to me 

As I wait impatiently by the fireplace 

At The Shadow and Key 

For her return 

But when I pause and reflect 

Will I ever learn

And like so many before me 

Will I come to eventually understand

That she's just one of the many saboteurs 

Sent by the hidden Masters at Arms 

Like wild-eyed birds as this world turns 

Or am I just another blind fool 

Looking for love 

As the world stands at one minute to midnight

Before everything goes nuclear and everyone burns 

At The Shadow and Key 

My humble abode

By the raging blue sea

(C)

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The Hypnotic Black Brigade

 

For all the what-ifs and what for's

And all those crazy games 

We once lovingly played

Including

Those forgotten ones 

Maybe clumsily waylaid

And now carefully 

Put away

Just know

They were always worth the price 

Especially

Those now 

With bowed heads 

Standing shining 

Proudly on parade

Waiting for my attention 

To be fully vetted and paid 

As jealous slow-moving shadows 

In the background 

Of a new life

Smile Laugh 

And wave 

Dancing a Mephistophelian jig 

While

Listening to songs and sounds 

Sung and made 

By the Devil's 

Own seductive band 

The hypnotic 

Black Brigade 

(C)

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The tale of the Wandering Rose

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Remembering every single incredible memory  

Of my old lover's name 

Before the sun rises

Around the clock

I think is driving me slowly insane 

As the night sky seems to smile 

As it closes in

Each delicate syllable and dulcet tone

Rings and sends out such a resounding cacophony 

And vibration of such a Trinity of Sin

Like a holy golden summoning bell

Been slowly rung

Emanating a frequency filled with Happiness  

Togetherness  

And Divinity 

Tainted by visions

Lost in throes of bedroom depravity

As it spins around in that sacred kaleidoscope 

Within my mind  

Memories of smiles and kindness  

Laying together talking for hours  

Lost in a mysterious stillness

About life  

The universe and all things in between 

Holding hands in the darkness

Before all the cruel and unkind things in life 

Came crashing in

Like Zeus's thunder and put out our beloved flame 

Which we foolishly thought would be lit forever  

  

So now I'm on this broken path 

That I'm doomed to walk 

To purge my soul of this madness

Trying to forget her

Since her soul left us

Old Henry and me

The best old hound dog to sit

With

Writing poetry

So Ma and Pa

I'm taking Old Henry and leaving this letter

Driving South

Heading somewhere

I'm pulled blindly to 

A lonely secret location 

After my own version of The Titanomachy

Towards a place deep in the Appalachian Mountain

I've seen in prophetic visions

A spot inside the darkest of unvisited woods

A place I known 

From Dreamland

A place known as 

The Land of the Black Crows in the deepest of Shadows

Where Old Gods of pagan mythology and weary Elementals gather to watch  

Unknown actors dressed in sharkskin  

Perform a twisted version of Dantes's Divine Comedy

Accompanied by a lone violin 

A path known only to other poor kindred souls  

When they're unconsciously invited by a strange magnetic pull

To The Land of the Black Crows in the deepest of Shadows

To watch strange sideshows to help dissolve their pain

After being spiritually wounded by one of Eros's many bows  

Until nothing remains

Before they too pull on the Eternal Sharkskin suit

And take center stage as all the other broken 

Stand from their seats and welcome Old Henry and me

Into their secret house of ill repute

A place where when painful emotions suddenly appear

They are shared and passed around

To be consumed 

Like a strange-tasting forbidden fruit

By new friends

Who use its energies to welcome new followers 

Who brave enough to take up the call and commute

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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)

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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