Apathy or Glory

 

When the hidden Principalities 

Cast spells

To draw you into 

Their version of hell

When the hidden Principalities

Try to confuse and use you

As your names

Are discussed 

In their lands of Kus

Will you fall

Deflowered

Without a fuss

Or rise up

Empowered

From the dust

To never be devoured

Unlike all the world's many political cowards

But endeavour for peace and justice

Tranquillity and bliss

Freedom and the ability to address

Whatever you choose to profess

I can only pray you choose to rise

For the soul of the Ancestral Mother

Cries

Her world is on the brink

And all could end within a nuclear blink

On any given sunrise

So

Do you pray for hope

To find a way

Or will you

Warm and fed

Stay seated on the fence 

Until they come for you

To join their dark ranks

Of The Dead

(C)

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A message from the Omniverse

 

(A lone voice whispers)

As written in the Greatest Old Book in here

Only found by the select few but I Melak

Will share a few lines from memory just for you 

May the Great Light of Illumination shine and reach all

By reading this 

Who needs it

May it be summoned through these written words 

And reach deep into any weary heart 

To help them find the strength and tenacity to never quit

To lift them up to new self-fulfilling heights 

Away from the many charlatans

Deceivers and Gossips who may surround them

Day or Night 

Blind people with deep pockets filled with unwanted deposits

Who suddenly appear with a burst of thunder

Like a green-eyed Colossus 

To try to muddy the Lord's clear waters

But fear not

They will be cast asunder

For such is the power of the Lord

Be strong 

Not proud

Be kind 

Not mean 

Be the real you

A human being you would like to converse and share stories with

It's how you'll build that bridge you so need to find true happiness

Before all hope disappears

And the Dark Gatekeepers and Toll Bearers to depression

Appear

So now say after me

Oh Great Lord

Provide me and my family

With your Divine protection

And watch and guide our hopes and desires 

With holy direction

Be the gatekeeper to discourage 

Dismay and rejection

Without delay

And protect us from the enemy

Who comes calling 

From the Grey Field 

Of Low Density

Offering gifts

Of such devilish ecstasy

Amen

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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If Covid Media was a Senryu

If Covid Media was a Senryu

(A lone voice whispers)

Citizens line up 

(5)

Like spellbound blind cash cows 

(7)

Follow our orders

(5)

A senryu must be exactly 3 lines.

Like a Haiku, a senryu must follow the 5-7-5 format:

The first line must have 5 syllables.

The second line must have 7 syllables.

The third line must have 5 syllables.

A senryu focuses on humans and usually contains irony.

It usually focuses on human nature.

It is not written about nature or the seasons.

A senryu does not have to rhyme.

Excess death figures recently released are truly tragic. 

The link to vaccines is undeniable. 

But how can medical practitioners, doctors, nurses, etc. 

Keep administering them with a clear conscious, despite the huge data relating to life-changing injuries, and sudden death. 

Answer. 

Radix malorum est cupiditas

The root of evil is greed

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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

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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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