A lover's dream

 A voice whispers in the dark at 3 a.m.

I'll never kneel to pray no more because I won't idolise anyone this way, anymore.

I can't hold back my souvenirs of fears any longer.

Though my tears still stain this grey uniform I restfully wear, as I continuously look for a new sanctuary to rest.

So my soul can repair. 

I've got to take all those heartfelt condemnations with me.

For with you, I've smiled, shouted and screamed in joy to last for a thousand years.

Constantly pushed to live the illuminated man's, hidden underground dream.

But what I wouldn't do now, just to be with you.

I know I must neglect all those painful memories, and try to go on and find the resilience I need, to let you go free.

Just like a midnight lantern, filled with good wishes and introduced into a New Year's Eve's, transformational sky.

To fly so high.

To step away and shut that badly worn door, and let my existence go on like Adam, who once loved Lilith, prior to Eve.

Before they went outside the Greatest of All Gardens and all his first love for her, he silently always grieved.

Would we be better off if I had pulled all my barriers down, and let you in so totally, and in all my hidden tributaries, swim? 

Maybe, but I reckon we'll never know.

So I'll let go of my claim on you, but you may call down someday in the near future unknown.

In the falling rain or snow.

For this painful love, we once beautifully shared, will keep us safe throughout the blinding of the heart.

The silence in the mind

For this love we once experienced in the darkness beyond the light, will go through a new phase of rediscovering.

Rewriting our tragic love story like a modern-day, Fyodor Dostoevsky.

For humanity is sometimes incredibly, and intensely in love with all forms of suffering, and love in action is occasionally, a brutal and tragic commodity.

Whenever and forever described in relation to true love, as if in poetry or wishful dreams.

For love of any kind is never low key.........

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

The Lord Of Words Monologue

Let me entice your five senses and maybe your sixth.

Discover my soul through new worlds of words, and I'm yours evermore.

Never to be eclipsed.

Let me bind you to me forever, with my lashings of hypersexual dark energy.

As your restless soul salivates, whilst in submissive anticipation.

Weeps.

Let your virgin mind hear my imagined strong voice, as it, your inner mind listens to as it relates.

Captivated to be mine above life's many random noises.

As it to you seductively speaks whenever you feel weak.

Let me devour your ravenous eyes.

With chaotic unconditional, excitement and engagement.

As your higher self suddenly wakes, from its repetitious, mundane sleep.

Let me take you waist-deep.

 Into fast-flowing new apocalyptic wet, ominous waters.

Of unexplored feral territories.

And let my incredible fingertips trace pagan inseparable portraits, of intimate unions.

Of unforgettable characters and illustrious scenes.

Across your succulent exposed emotional minds, so very soft spine.

And we both watch as they cry out in a silent crescendo of joy.

At their new meetings of the dark thoughts of a once abandoned reunion. Like a young girl meeting a new boy.

Give me all those deep interwoven vestibules filled with such intense thoughts.

You restrain.

Perhaps imprisoned under forced authoritarian, locks and keys.

Forever hidden and confined.

For any of my written or spoken words, can bring such provocative mesmerising courage.

Just anticipating an independent, and liberated mind.

Willingly to forfeit everything they once knew, to be eventually renewed.

Let me show you how to use your imagination to explore unique verbs.

Linked to delicious new sentences, I pray you'll willingly embrace.

As they are worshipped and devoured, whenever they are encountered when new eyes they grace.

Let me help you blow down that sorrowful house of cards.

You may be once built and kept under strict lock and key.

That no one can see.

Let's hold hands in a glorious reunion, and let our sweet fingertips run truly wild.

Across your ripe undulating succulent emotions, as they are dominated through new experiences and mounted.

Leaving that old child behind.

Learn to love and embrace the understanding of exquisite knowledge.

Linked to learning all about all my new sentences and verbs.

For when you ask the unseen kingdom for something new, to be used as a means to counsel.

You must first kneel and embrace your new life of servitude to show your gratitude.

For worshipping my twenty-six letters that will bind you, forever in bondage isn't so simple? 

When you become just another willing servant of mine, who now knows how to express their emotions.

Will you use them to be gracious, or just to express the ones replenished by rage? 

What says you? 

Are you ready to start writing on your new page! 

Copyright John Duffy

The Sonnet of the Lone Guardian Angel

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Some walk alone

seeking salvation

Others in groups seeking redemption

Through a silent breath, they all sing the same songs

A convergence of emotions to redo old wrongs

A joining of minds to continue the journeys

Emancipation has always been the lone cries

Voices echoing in the darkest of nights

We hear you and you are never alone

We see you

We are always by your side

This life has never been just a one-person ride

We are always with you in those lonely dark nights

An invisible hand to hold just hidden from sight

Keep your faith in yourself and whatever may be

The sun will shine 

Just you wait and see

I was bestowed at birth 

To only you

By your Almighty old friend

To help you in all that you contend

In all that you do

I am a secret friend who nobody sees

To inspire all that is deep awaiting release

I visit nightly when you are asleep

When the world is quiet and you no longer weep

I walk in your deep dreams and we link arms and converse

We speak in all languages where nothing is terse

So if you have a glorious dream

If you wake up and still feel emotions and empowerment from a person unseen

It's simply me

Your guardian angel in life's twisted labyrinthine

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Mon Ami

 (A lone voice whispers.)

In 82

With the Wolf Star of Sheba

By my side

Watching

I can remember 

Screaming to the star-filled heavens

Praise the Lord

My Love life is no longer aching 

But Fate

Cold and heartbreaking 

Awakened

And stepped in

In 88

Smiling in all her glory

Causing my new world

To start shaking 

Wearing her coat of

Multicoloured peacock feathers

Of decision making 

She broke my holy stone tablet

My life story

In two

With a snap

Of her weathered fingers

Sending me

To linger

In the Wetlands of Ash and Grey

A cold place

Where I now live

And call home 

Night and day

The last night 

I remember

Before you passed

Causing my Love T.K.O.

Like a song by Teddy Pendergrass

I saw you lying sleeping

In our new marital bed

Calling out my name

As darkness entered

Slowly creeping

I held your cold hands

Kissed your lukewarm lips

To quell the soft sounds

Of your soul breathing

Whilst weeping

Then a rare peacock feather 

Suddenly appeared 

Breaking that tranquil moment

As the skies watched

Now starless

Causing me

To quiver

In the stillness

Of that old hospice

Your eyes

Fluttered open

Held mine 

For a brief moment

And whispered

Remember me

Mon Ami 

Then our soul-connecting candle

Flickered and died

As you finally 

Closed your blue eyes

And as you leapt

free

To go to the Great In-Between

I cried

And now in 2023

All alone

Living like 

Robinson Crusoe

By the surging blue sea

I always wonder

Before I too

Go under

Do you remember me

Your only true 

Mon Ami

(C) 

Copyright John Duffy

(Mon ami - My friend.)

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Memories of Mary Jane

(A lone voice whispers.)

In the twilight hours

Just when the grey clouds

Break and the slow moon rises

Silently announcing it's getting too late

I still always wake to remember that auburn hair girl

I once used to date

Her bright green eyes  

And twinkling wide smile

All things  

Young boys dream of  

And for them

To go that extra mile

But like all things that came to pass

Our love withered the night her beloved Pa died

I tried to hold her hands  

To console her

Prayed God would wipe away all those wet tears she cried

But that new hole in her arm

Which soon swallowed up

All our hard worked for gold

Always left me feeling lonely and cold

It all ended that fateful night

On June the first  

When the rains fell

And life was a constant fight and everything seemed on top

Filled with thirst

With my wallet and her purse empty

She got that feeling 

To go a stealing

Only to get shot dead by the cops

I can still see her now even after all these sad passing years

Now I'm old and grey  

Sat in this nursing home

Feeling all alone and filled with so many dry tears

I guess those memories of my youth will still linger and will never stop

It's quite crazy now that I'm on morphine to ease the pain

Those images of her standing in the kitchen

With those beautiful green eyes and wide beaming smile

Cooking and singing 

Some Motown tune

While outside it rained

Still play around the cinemas

In my brain

As I even now 

At seventy-five  

Remember  

Echoes of my first and last love

My beloved wife and lifelong addiction  

Called Mary Jane

My love for you  

Wherever you are

Until we are once more  

Reunited

Will always remain

If you can hear this

Just know I still treasure those memories of us

The one's where you were free and truly alive

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Freedom Road

 (A lone voice whispers.)

Press play before reading. 

Salute. 

As my cards turn

As this old world burns

I know not

Where I'll go

Down Freedom Road

As this lone white candle

Blows

Know not

Where

All those sweet things

We once shared

But 

I'm not afraid

Of the pain

Not afraid of 

Walking barefoot in its rain

Cos

I run to the Lord

Now my work

Is done

Run

To sit under 

The Eternal Sun

And wait to see

The Almighty

And the Holy Son

So as these cards turn 

As this old world burns

I know not

Where I'll go

Down Freedom Road

As this lone candle

Blows

Know not

Where

All those sweet things

We once shared

But 

I'm not afraid

Anymore

Of any pain

Not afraid 

To walk barefoot

In its rain

Cos

I run to the Lord

Now my work

Is done

Run

To sit under 

The Eternal Sun

And walk 

Its green meadows

 

While I wait to see

The Almighty

And the Holy Son

As this lone candle

Blows

While I still 

Run

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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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)

Copyright John Duffy

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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

Copyright John Duffy

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