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 Is your life but a film you watch one day? 

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The Reformed Soul

Last time

I saw you

Calling my way

Was the sixth

Of May

And oh lord

You had so 

Much to say

Cos you

Sure loved

Complaining

Where you

At

Who you with 

Time you home

But Mary

It's a leap of faith

When loves hand

You blindly take

For there's so much

Middle ground 

To help forget old

Mistakes

For real hearts

Do really break

When there's no hope

Of

Escape

But from Sacramento

To the green hills

In Rome

I know I promised

To try 

To

Make it home

That last night

Before our big 

Fight

But little 

By Little

You kept

Firing your

Lips pistols

Making

My soul itch

Like Scotch Fiddle

So here

Tonight

Now

I'm in the Great In-Between

After

Floating out of

That cold old hospital

After taking

Too much white powder

And liquor 

I know I did promise

I'd visit

So  

In spirit

Here I am

And in these words

Remember

That young man 

The young man

You once knew 

And met

In The Shady Lady Saloon

In Sacramento

On that lovely Sunday

Afternoon 

Before our world

Turned black and

Blue

So I'm just calling by

To say goodbye

For Terri Anne

My spirit guide waits

To take me

To the Lords

Great Halls

To stand

Once more tall

Before my last ever

Fateful fall

Don't go blaming

Yourself

I ain't complaining

Put away those pistols

And try to stop

Hurting

This is my last kiss

Before

In that Great Hall

I pull back the red stage curtain

You'll be ok

Of this

I'm certain

Just

Remember me

The man 

Who you  once met 

On that 

Unforgettable 

Sunday afternoon 

In The

Shady Lady Saloon

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

 

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 

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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