The Stocks of Love

 We once walked unbeaten

Like unashamed lovers 

In our mysterious

Garden of Eden

With soft smiles

Hands held tight

With a glint of Heaven

In our eyes

Every day and night

When we surveyed 

Our New Kingdom

In ecstatic delight

But time and the heavy

Baggage of life

Stuck 

Fates razor sharp 

Ritualistic knife

Called 

Lady Mistrust

Into the twin red balloons

Floating above us

That served as our 

Unbreakable bond

Mine blew away

On June the fourth

And flew North

After yours 

In May

Up to Somewhere

Where the 

Starlings play

But 

Oh how we had 

Some fun

Though

Minds kept

Sharp

With emotions

Running hot

As our thoughts

Entwined

Underneath the 

Midnight sun

So now with 

Lips and voice

Unused 

Mind 

Bashful and bruised

I retreat

Into this

Great darkness

To stand

Sad and

Handcuffed 

By the side of the other

Low men and women

In this new grey world

Swimming with

Father Darkness 

In the shadows

Standing 

Still

With nowhere to go

As his Devils sing

From high rocks

Their endless verse

Urging me to join 

Their huge chorus line

"This is the price

Of love

Of our Brethren

When heartbreak

Consumes

Your soul

And holds

You in our

Eternal stocks

To line up

In the cold

And sing 

To sing

The pain out. 

This is the price

Of love

Of our Brethren

When heartbreak

Consumes

Your soul

And holds

You in our

Eternal stocks

To line up

In the cold

And sing 

To sing

The pain out"

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Freedom

Have you tasted the black wine

Of trying to live a life 

Through rivers

Of fast flowing

Desolation 

And one filled with a marching Mariachi band

Playing the Vihuela and Guitarrón

Taking turms

Singing about your pain

As they play on

And on

About living a life

With nothing to gain

Surrounded by 

Kukulkan dark soldiers 

Of an unseen nation

From 

The Great In-Between

Chanting mantras of shame

With

 Coniunge ordines nostros et inveniet libertatem

(Join our ranks and find freedom)

Living a life without emancipation 

Blamed

Like a new Eve

For all bad things

Conceived

Lost in a schism of time

Hovering like a Hummingbird

Between the fluctuating streams

Of two worlds

As they burn

Like blue and green

paper cups

Broken dreams

Of love

Hope and peace

Even yellow cups of sadness with no release 

This prophetic dream

Of a Paradise Lost

I am shut down with

Every night 

As I shudder in the cold

As that familiar story 

Like a dark Hollywood picture 

Unfolds

But there is a new calling 

A new voice 

Summoning my soul

With soft sounds of

 Keep going

For soon you'll find

Victory and peace

I hear her whispering to my centrepiece

A haunting place 

Of grey walls

Now echoing

Within audacious dreams

With her sweet voice

Above the noise

Of Kukulkan dark soldiers 

Reluctantly 

Retreating and screaming

As I follow her voice to freedom

To open new doors

So happiness

Can come

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Slaves in The New Garden of Eden

(A lone voice whispers.)

 In my endless quests

Of Argentine Tango's

Until my inevitable death

Love to me

Was like a Língchí

A slow death of a thousand cuts 

A crimson picturesque 

Vibrant landscape

Of bleeding and drowning

In such emotional depths

With 

What Ifs and Buts

 Sadistically

Crucified mercilessly

 Like Vlad the Impaler's

Many foes 

On blood-stained crosses 

Of 

Who Knows

For true Desire is a fire

Of such unimaginable power

It pulls down

Our own innermost towers, 

Of morality 

And sense of worth

Like a juggernaut

Sent forth

From Sodom and Gomorrah

But as Ancient Books 

Say

Living with that chimera

That wild Pandora

Is the ultimate rush

For any soul

And Earth is the ultimate

Playground

Awashed with secret

Vices and crushes

Of all known

And unknown kinds

To blow anyone's mind

It's why in here

To our Arch Deacon

We all gather 

At the shimmering

Boundary edge

To pray nightly

To be returned

One day

To that strange 

But so exotic adrenaline filled

Garden of Eden

To once more

Stand naked

In any room

As love or desire 

In any form

Swallows

And consumes us

Whole

Like the mighty Basilisk

For that my dearest

Reader 

Is the only form of

Living you'll ever miss

When you lose control

And you too

 Close

Your eyes forever 

Like me

And countless others

In here

Kneeling

Beside me 

Praying like slaves to

A pagan God

And awake 

On the other side

Of living 

Cold kiss

Like

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

 

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

Press play before reading. 

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.