The Watcher Speaks

 (A lone voice whispers.)

To my Sophia

We are like the mythical

Adam and Eve

Walking upon the grey shores

Of a lost planet

Hidden in deepest of space

Our love holding us

Knee deep

As if buried alive

We will witness

The birth of Nebula's

Stars

And rediscovered Old Gods

A new Atlantis

Filled with beasts and men

We will stride beyond

Masters of the Temple

Erecting their secretive

Light barriers

As we part the soft pages

In our own

Book of Pleasure

To be perused and used

At our inquisition and leisure

We will watch The Fall of Man

With the rise of the

Cosmic Serpent

We will lie upon the sands of time

As the crucifixion begins

The sights

Palaces

Maybe

Aflame before us

Of a world consumed with

Corruption and sin

For

We are riders of

The Great Red Dragon of Old

We the Watchers

Who never grow old

Who collects the Universes

Stories

For in time

To be simply retold

Copyright John Duffy 

Have you heard the secret music yet?

 

As we are born

Does a band start

Playing

A soft melody

To serenade us

As we slowly age

Do those we love

Take our spirits hands

And slowly dance

When we embrace

Love

Does the band

Play faster

As we twirl

Spiritually

As deep secrets

Are unfurled

Does it slow

To a whisper

As we are betrayed

Stranded

Partnerless

And emotionally waylaid

But still 

Does it play

Maybe a low melodic

Hum

Maybe a single

Beat of a drum

But still it plays

Regardless of how

Your life

Seems to never run

And dark days seems

Bereft of fun

Is

The ethereal music

Simply waiting in

The shadows

Beyond earthly eyes

And ears

Waiting once

Again 

To

Play loud

To watch two

Lonely spirits

Take the floor

And slow dance

To its famous tune 

Of

Est-ce l'Amour

(Is this Love)

A melody to

Seranade us

Into the dark

Before we cross

Over

And enter

A brand new park

Copyright John Duffy 

#poetry #life #relationships

Sunday Musing

Sunday Musings

Would you sacrifice all your unrestrained moments of self-imposed solitude

Just for a few evocative silver dimes 

To pay the Bondsman

To sail adrift 

Upon the treasured mystical schooner called Spiritual Attraction.

Just to be maybe seduced 

As your Life's sands

Shift

Or perhaps be eventually marooned

Would you still risk all

To finally walk barefoot and naked through Red and Black

Gardens of carnally addictive sins

Would you still wander lost through harsh ethereal sandstorms 

And emotional soul-draining monsoons

To simply find the right people to help make your heart 

Really ring out and sing

Would you pay the Toll Master 

To climb metaphorical dark mountains peaks and conquer

Seemingly endless fast-flowing tribulations of doubts 

Of the flesh 

To make your knees buckle 

And drop you to your hands 

Weak

Would you still sacrifice and risk all 

To find the ones who make your heart sing

Like those forgotten pilgrims upon 

Magnificent quests

Littered throughout history

Will you take off that seemingly immutable mask 

And light a candle to illuminate all your dark mysteries

To willfully stand naked

With fear residing tethered firmly 

In its Nine Circles Of Irreducibility

Are you brave enough to expose your innermost undertows 

And your libido's deepest vulnerabilities

If so 

You may be ready to walk in and ride within real Technicolor dreams 

Where happiness and completeness

Can't be bought with blood money or shiny diamonds 

That gleam

Are you ready to spend some of those much coveted evocative silvery dimes 

To sail adrift upon the treasured mystical schooner called Spiritual Attraction

To finally find the only one to utter 

You're mine

Whose name 

Dark skies whisper currently unseen

To eventually hold hands tightly 

As you both journey to lasciviously seductive mellifluous lands 

Where those escaping reality flee

And upon arrival 

Be ceremonially announced and saluted

By ghostly marching bands 

For free

Do you wish to slow dance sensuously

As your dimes are spent and willingly accepted unquestionably

As time slowly flows

To walk like a beacon 

Into the darkness of your omniverse 

Filled with dreams of assignations of the flesh

(I hope so)

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

 

The Winter Monsoon

 

 Drifting on a lone cloud

I sing

Of things

Once seen

With

The Sun and Moon

Who

Know my name

For they too

Rise

And set

The world over 

In pain

    

So I dream

Oh 

I dream again

Whispering to them both

O tell of me

O tell of me

Friends

Will I dream alone

Until the end

And into solitude

Descend

Or will wisdom's spirit 

Fly to me

 

So tell me

O tell me

Friends 

Sun and Moon

Will I wander

With this hole

In my endless 

Dark Night 

Of the Soul

Or will my world 

My Great Seal

Hear me

And help me

Heal

So Tell me

O Tell me

Friends

Was all revealed 

From beginning

About the end

When I caught

Her white feather

Spinning

So

Tell me

O tell me 

Elemental Spirits and

Friends

I call to you

Both

O

Sky and Moon

Will I love once more

And open

A new door

To feel what's

Real

In this endless quest

As I try to pass

All tests

Once set

Or will 

Whispers

From Sun and

Moon

Tell me 

To wait

For

She comes

Riding

On waves

Of The Winters

Monsoon

And to still sing

The lost echoes

Of this

 A once-lost

Tune

Called

The Beauty

Who rides

The Waves

Of 

The Winter Monsoon

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

        

 Drifting on a lone cloud

I sing

Of things

Once seen

With

The Sun and Moon

Who

Know my name

For they too

Rise

And set

The world over 

In pain

    

So I dream

Oh 

I dream again

Whispering to them both

O tell of me

O tell of me

Friends

Will I dream alone

Until the end

And into solitude

Descend

Or will wisdom's spirit 

Fly to me

 

So tell me

O tell me

Friends 

Sun and Moon

Will I wander

With this hole

In my endless 

Dark Night 

Of the Soul

Or will my world 

My Great Seal

Hear me

So Tell me

O Tell me

Friends

Was all revealed 

From beginning

About the end

When I caught

Her white feather

Spinning

So

Tell me

O tell me 

Elemental Spirits and

Friends

I call to you

Both

O

Sky and Moon

Will I love once more

And open

A new door

In this endless quest

As I try to pass

All tests

Once set

Or will 

Whispers

From Sun and

Moon

Tell me 

She comes

On the waves

Of The Winters

Monsoon

And to still sing

The lost echoes

Of this

 A once-lost

Tune

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

        

Monologue of a Warrior God

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Salute. 

 (A lone voice whispers.)

I speak this 

Just like another verse

Following me

In a black hearse 

On my life’s many journeys

A love song to myself

And you

Linked to my eternal sorrow

Trying to fix all your tomorrow's

To create a tale to tell

All new listeners

In the morrow

When they summon my memory

By ringing my golden bells

When I break

This dark Necromancer's Spell

Remembering 

Misfortunes

Suffered

And some deeds

Need to be rebuilt and grew

Things and people 

To be build-up

And renewed

To show them what they didn't do

To help them go where they didn't go

For when humanities spellbound

By a simulated show

Like this

Deprived 

Of a taste of life's sweet kiss

And lost in dark skies

Beyond a Paris

Once created

Trying to live a new life 

In primaeval markets 

Of the Medieval

Where each call  

Is Answered

By old wishes

Now diseased

Lost in a 

A New Age 

Where night and day

Merge

In a perfect storm

A perfect symmetry

Of secret societies

Working in harmony

To separate you and I

I go to war

And it's strange

How we bleed inside 

Because of this need

With internal skies 

Full of memories

Missed

So here I stand

With golden glory 

To tell hints of my old story

I

The inferior God once designed by Sophia's raw desire

I

Her lit fire

The Demiurge

The Gnostic Creator God 

 

An Old Testament 

Who now walks out 

Of his stronghold

Into this world's cold

To repair

The stranglehold

Of The Old Beast

Of Revelations

Once foretold

Send me strength

As I step out 

In prayers

And always believe 

Cum Fide ad Lucem magna res evenire potest.

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

With Faith in The Light, great things can happen.

The Secret Book of Dzyan

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Salute. 

 

As the Mage watched from afar, through remote viewing. 

He channelled a secret prayer to the brightest star in the four winds.

As he assumed the meditation pose.

He began reciting his evocation to the spirit guides, watching from the 5^th Levels of the Astral Realms.

For them to take it back to her, from Beyond the Purple Rainbows.

As they swirled all around him. 

(A lone voice whispers.)

_________________________

Your dark eyes are like priceless blue oceans 

I whisper to the watching Elementals

I dream to dive in deep 

And drown within

For they are deeper than any of the known lakes

To bathe in their once-tasted waters

Is where I want me to always fall

And reveal my soul 

As it experiences its first taste of sin

For your inquisitive eyes

Soft tender lips and smooth skin

Are treasures 

I seek where I'd nightly kneel

To pray 

For a new Atlantis

To be reborn

Within

Your eyes 

Are like magnetic dark portals

For my souls

Astral nightly projections 

As I conquer 

Its many strange citizens

With my own occult powers

To reach you

Defeating 

On one of its many long ethereal roads

 

Architects of so many devious deceptions 

Just to see your twin eyes 

For they are like the best friends

Love could ever possibly buy 

And it’s why

I just love popping by

To rejoice in

 The Coming of our own Divine Invasions

The once lost words

Recitals and such memories 

Of succulent prose

Once written for your eyes only 

Are just my own divine stanzas

Like those

Once written in 

The Secret Books of Dzyan

A silver shimmering sea

Where we will soon forever fly

Like dark eagles

Paired 

Forever wild and untamed

For as our lonely souls once met

So long ago 

In the Great In-Between

We were anointed to be simply 

Free and Unchained

And it's why I always pray to return

To finally conjure you into life

And your love to earn

But until then 

I'll just breathe you 

Into

Dreams

Copyright John Duffy

 

Epithalamion for Athena

  

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A lone voice whispers

I first saw you 

In a wild dream

Riding a white horse  

Dressed from head to toe

In racy red 

And racing green

In the lost lands  

Of The Great In-Between

While scrying  

The Tragic Darklands

Using Ayahuasca magic  

Hoping you wouldn't see

For you looked so serene  

It made my soul's lust levels

Scream out tragic prose

Which talented poets 

Could use

To write new gospels

For you looked like 

A midnight queen

Breaking through a dark lull

To look over your empires 

Shadows and green meadows  

But you saw me  

Looking

Seeing a reflection 

Of me

In your own handheld  

Obsidian 

Scrying mirror

And made my spirit 

Shiver

Oh  

My blood ran 

Like a wild river  

That day

For even though 

I knew then  

I loved you 

In a sacred way

My old love  

Called Life

In the land of the Living

Who are all men and women

Husbands and wives

Always whispered

Forgive her

For she needs more time

With me

For I'm like a wet teardrop

That she can't stop

I know what you've done

Though

You've put a spell on me

And it now follows me 

Around

Everywhere I go

Like a hollowed-out curse

As I walk under the sun  

I don't know why I always 

Run

When you appear  

In my silver scrying mirror

Since inside

When I scry away  

To wastelands

Where lost fools play

I always cry and think

Maybe  

On another day

When my old love leaves  

You can stay

I didn't mean to break 

Your heart 

And tear you apart

But Lifes 

Like a She-Devil  

Who I love

As I still live and breathe

And I know  

It doesn't care  

  

But when I saw you 

In a wild dream

As I stared  

Into 

The Great In-Between

Dressed in white lace 

And racing green

After our first meeting

Whilst  

Scrying  

Those Dark Lands  

Of gushing smoke

So you wouldn't see

You looked too beautiful 

To be real

I know that sounds so crazy  

But it made my soul's lust levels

Scream out a wild symphony  

But then you saw me

Smiling

In my Scrying Mirror  

And made my soul shiver

Oh, 

My poor blood ran 

Like a wild river

For now, I'm cursed to love you  

Even More

But my old love  

Who I adore

Life

Says forgive her

She needs more time  

With me  

For I'm like a wet teardrop  

That needs time to stop

I know what you've done  

For it follows me around  

Now

Like a hollowed-out curse  

As I walk under the sun

But The Bayou Queen says

On the sixth of December

You'll hold me  

As my old wife surrenders

So that date remember

For on the sixth of December  

You'll hold me

So that date remember

For she says

We'll then be together  

Forever

In all weathers

But until then  

Save our prophecy

Our Deuterogamy

So we can play

That eternal game

And fall in love  

On that holy day

When I can no longer find 

A sad reason

To run away  

(C)  

Copyright John Duffy

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