Greed is the root of Evil

  

With vacant empty stares and desolate soul crushing goals

They who love to stand on podiums to talk and preach

Those who'd like to paint the globe in anxious red paint 

Creating drum beats of suspicion to all within their reach

And then instruct mandates

And instructions

That could make a sane man faint 

Pretending they aren't tainted 

Corrupt or even classed as crazy 

But in reality

The masses now wilfully mesmerised and gleefully enrolled

Are just restrained like prisoners in orange jumpsuits

By those they've put in control

Because of this and their devoted followers  

Who through social media 

Feel they can openly criticise 

Whilst on patrol

 

This continuous talk of death and fear 

The threat of shedding so many unfortunate tears

Makes them listen to those issuing instructions even more

But beyond the limitations of all that seemingly hypnotising 

Fear

There is still hope

 

Hope in the divine knowledge 

Of a new freedom

Once we go outside their strict walls and rigid ramblings

Breaking free from their cleverly crafted paradigms 

Linked to isolation and confinement 

War and subjugation 

Trying to mentally imprison all those poor souls listening 

As they read from their new 

Dead Sea Scrolls 

We can each still create a new kingdom of our own

By keeping our faith and looking between the lies

Whilst tearing up labels and testimonies from those corrupted dark trolls

Just following hidden instructions 

From the hidden ghouls 

Who are really in the know

Members of secret societies whose motto is simply  

Money and greed

What they do not know is 

"Radix Malorum Est Cupiditas" 

A Biblical quotation in Latin 
Which means "greed is the root of evil" 

Will be the mantra of the Devils Men when they come

And all they'll hear when their time is called 

And to 9th Circle 

Be driven by the hell hounds 

As they are recalled

Where they'll suffer into eternally

When their pitiful souls 

Over hot coals are hauled

Keep the faith
Better days are coming your way

Your life has never been just another commodity 

That can be easily bought and sold

If you never agree 
to put it up for sale

Copyright John Duffy

Musings as I watch the world spin in free-fall.

Whispers in the Night

There's a tale 

I have to tell

Now I'm dead

To her

And in

The City of Dis

Living in Hell

A love

Which once bloomed

Like a white rose

In every given room

Is now my grave

Inscribed with golden 

Letters 

Mortal Man

You are doomed

To lay restless

In your tomb

Love will no longer visit 

And you are now marked

To always

Miss it

So although

I'm alone

Now rotting in my 

Version of Hell

I'm glad

I got a chance to tell

How love once got me

Under its spell

Then smiled

As I fell through the 

Endless depths and old

Portals

Of its Dystopian Hell

With my soul 

Crying

As I entered

The New Genesis

Of being Immortal

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Angel

 Candles lit

In brazier pit

Music playing 

As offerings 

Lay 

Burning

Guardians in

The Great In-Between

Guard us

And our kin

From all unseen

Yellow lights

Bound

Around our homes

To guard against ghouls

From loosened tombs

We pray

For astral protection 

In all our rooms

As 

Candles lit

In brazier pits

Burn

With

Music playing 

As 

Sandalwood

Offerings

Used for devotional  

Angelic magic

Lay 

Burning

We call to you

For protection

As the

Great Wheel

Keeps turning 

Amen

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

The Song of Argento

Press play before reading. 

Salute.

With your last breath

Of the midnight hour

Will you hear 

The musical call

From my Bacchic 

Celebration towers 

Will you join my 

Unashamed company 

Going past

To a new world

Of neverending pleasures

That will forever last

Where sensuous music 

With wild voices

Will put your soul 

At risk

With its seductive noises

Make your Fate 

Close its ivory gates

Forever

No longer to lament

But to courageously 

Welcome me

In

To pitch my tent

With my powers of enchantment and pleasure 

As my kin

That will seem 

Heaven sent

To those that

Seek love

And intimate sin

A contradiction 

Of above and below

For I know

When all lascivious

Tensions must go

So shed your hubris and pomposity

As you 

To me

Are led

The Golden Goddess of all

Exiles

To a place

Where purple butterflies

Die

So

With your last breath

In this midnight hour

Will you hear 

The musical call

From my Bacchic 

Celebration towers 

With this poetic 

First Kiss

 

And join my 

Unashamed company 

Going

To new worlds

Of neverending pleasures

That will forever last

Where sensuous music 

Sung with wild voices

Will put your soul 

At risk

With its seductive noises

And make your Fate 

Close its own

Ivory gates

Forever

No longer to lament

But courageously

Welcome me

In

To pitch my tent

With powers of enchantment and pleasures

That will seem 

Heaven sent

A contradiction 

Of above and below

For I know

Where all your lascivious

Tensions can go 

So shed your hubris and pomposity

As you 

To me

Are led

The Golden Goddess 

Of all Exiles

Living in the 

Great In-Between

A place

Where purple butterflies

Die

As tattooed souls

Wallow and cry

Come to me

Come to me

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Darkness & Light

Darkness & Light

In these dark times 

Keep your faith

As

Some Antenoraians

In hidden

Silence

Gather to

Pray for violence

In uneven lines

With Caiphas

The dark priest

In the Lost City of Dis

In The Far East

For the world

To taste

A Malebolge sour kiss

The Sowers of Scandal 

As their many 

Followers

Of the Three-Headed Beast

Soon to be

Living by The Great Lake of Cocytus

The gateway to a soulless Judecca

The dark wells of fire and ice

To be with their God

Who pays with cursed gold

In the form of all you desire

Only to entrap those into sin

To burn in the eternal fire

As the Great Battle

Continues 

Into eternity

As angels

Of Light

Led by Archangel Michael   

Slowly 

Win

In long nights

Keep your faith

As the Darkness

Crusades

Will soon

Fade

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Ode to Inferno

Poem by Dante Alighieri. 

Memories

 

Love

Doesn't greave

Even if it ends

In tears

As one leaves

Love

Doesn't greave

For once

Willingly

Received

It just hides

To come out at dusk

Called to play by

Our emotions

Voices and memories

Of ones

We once loved

With trust

So you see

Love

Doesn't greave

 

That's why 

Like a rare diamond

My memories of you

Will never turn to dust

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Whispers

 Mesmerised

As my generational powers

Show me you

In vivid lucid dreams

Not where

You've been

Or things you've seen

But you

Alas now absent

And as I lie down lonely

And broken

 

In here

Thinking of your absence

In The Great In-Between

No longer to lay 

Speak with 

Or hold thee

In my gifted dreams 

When I see thee

I know my candle still burns 

Somewhere

In you 

As it burns

Within me

As I move around 

For what powerful thing can ever be found 

To burn you alive

What thing

That has it's own sound and ministry

Than a deep dream

Of a spiritual bond 

Beyond 

Infinity

Or the shelf life of uranium-235

That thrives

As it slips into high gears

In The Great In-Between

And makes your soul

Vibrate in familiar frequencies

Ending in a heart-stopping crescendo

As your emotional tears

Enters

Hyperdrive

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Are you awake yet? The Lockdown Years.

The last few years were so interesting.

Mandates after mandates.

Restrictions and dancing medical staff.

Companies providing poor corrupt services at a great cost.

Title:

Are you awake yet? The Lockdown Years. 

(A lone voice whispers)

Is it nearly past the first week of October in 2023

And have all those invisible tears

 Linked to emotional streams

Started falling again

Overwhelming you

 

Are you relieved from leaving 

All those sad covid days 

Gone past 

That seemed to forever 

Linger and last 

Like an unwanted preacher

Who's a religious outcast 

Is it mysteriously silent 

Before the Wild Hunt begins 

And do the freeways 

Beneath your shadowy bedroom window sills 

Chime with the sounds 

Of the hounds of the Baskervilles

Roaming the metaphorical Berkshire foothills

Crying aloud 

Sending out echoes 

Of a sense of impending doom 

Subjugating that very small bedroom 

Does the scent of a new escape 

From that old oblivion of 2022

Haunt and follow you

Like a ghoul 

Covered in pagan impressions

Magical Symbols of The Great Work 

Only known about through 

Absolution and confession 

Old feelings of Hell 

Been dissolved by all your five senses 

In each second 

As they fight for their own liberating rights 

Of succession 

Rounding up calls for a new rebirth 

Invoked in prayers 

Sent up to Heaven 

Do you still dream of enjoying your old freedoms

Which are now deemed by those sitting up high in society 

As forbidden

A sacred place 

Where those wild untameable horses 

Of your innermost obsessions and yearnings 

Can be openly ridden

Into a new ever-expanding kingdom 

As you pray for divine salvation 

And a new altar to build upon

What says you

Will you sit back and blindly 

Capitulate

Or open your eyes

To see corruption and lies

To march 

Fight back against oppression and dictatorship

And retaliate

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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The letter left behind

 The letter left behind

The scene. 

A badly damaged house. 

The front door. 

Wide open. 

Broken. 

Furniture in disarray. 

A dark stain on the door threshold and a letter. 

Wrapped in a red bow on a side table. 

The investigating detective picks it up and reads. 

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Well it's been

A few years

And

The Great Dragon is at the door

Banging hard

Like only Count Dracul could

So before 

He breaks it down

And I welcome

Him in

To pay 

For my sins

Touch 

Wood

Here are 

My last words

Before

I'm turned

Life is hard

Then we all die

So

If someone once 

Shared their light

Don't hate them

And cry

You may never know

What they were going 

Through

So in those special moments

Of reflection 

Put your judgment aside

And embrace those memories

When they first came 

Your way 

Even though 

Your not friends

Today

Because one day 

One day

They'll disappear 

Somewhere

Unknown

Where the Starlings don't 

Play

And you'll never

Get to say

What you really

Want to say

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

The Lonely Poet

An old Google Plus post. 

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The Lonely Poet

If you saw me standing lonely in fields of gold

Would you still embrace me forever and stay with me to grow old

If you saw me in a diamond-filled pool

Would you ignore them all but embrace this lonely old fool

If you saw me sitting on a cash-filled settee

Would you just rush to pick up the money or just sit next to me

I am just testing the waters

My grandma

Old June always said

I aught too

I'm just a simple guy

I only have one or two lines

Do you want to wander down to the lush green meadows

And under that broken old oak tree

Read and compose some of life's greatest intimate moments

And make our own divine poetry

Would you then notice me

Copyright John Duffy 2018