The spirits of long-lost souls
Do follow you
Ancestors
Friends
Enemies or nightly embraces
People from all
Ages and races
Helping you
To conquer or spoil
All you can do
Then reunited
Once more
In sadness
Or happiness
When you too
Pull
Through
To then line up
In the endless
Crowd
To watch
And encourage
Or haunt
Someone new
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Reading
Listening
To stories
My stories
Weaved in rhyme
Now captured in font
Forever in time
Voices and
Emotions
Invading and dancing
Like a young Fred Astaire
and Ginger Rogers
Within your mind
Their power to tempt
You to return
Growing in strength
Each day
You call my way
I know
For I sometimes feel you
Holding your breath
As you read
How do I know
This
I know
Because we share
The same need for
Spiritual bliss
The need of
Catharsis
Of the soul
The ultimate sweet
Kiss
I know you've suffered
Tragedy
Me too
Drank
Pain daily
Like cold water
Walked in seemingly
Endless rain
Me too
And it's why you return
Like Cleopatra returned
To Anthony
For some of my understanding
And sunlight
To pierce your dark skies
For we are now
Part of an extended family
Sunlight and understanding
To help return your smile
To tempt you
To stay awhile
For with time
From the ashes
Of whatever blasphemy
You've endured
Like the mythical
Blue Phoenix
You will rise again
In your own form
Of self baptistry
For all of God's flowers
Need to bloom
Even you
Sat or laid
In that very room
So when things feel
Like they're breaking
And your world starts
Shaking
Don't feel scared
But instead
Be prepared
Transformational energies
Are flowing
Like the Nile
To you
I can see
You've been absorbing
These lines
Walked in my psychic shoes
For a mile or two
So I've felt you overcome
Some fear
Try to burn all thoughts of
Blame or shame
In the Blue Phoenix
Rejuvenating flames
As you slowly read and
Transition from pain
Just know this
With catharsis
You'll return the purity
The light and strength
You were born with
Always embrace
That thought
Angels and Devils in
disguise
See you too
With ever-opened eyes
Just try to see
Which is Witch
Between all the truth and lies
And you'll be fine
We all have a backstory
Some sad
Some filled with glory
I don't know where you're from
But I can offer you
Something
Out of the Heavens
A gentle stroll around
My own Poetic Garden of Eden
For I'm just a narrator
A saviour visiting
Day or night
Materializing
In words
Like a friendly
Apparition
To help you grow
And know
My offer of Escapism
Is just a touch away
So take my hand
Whenever you need me
And I'll come
From the
Great Schism
Summoned by your
Souls drums
So you can hear
My voice speaking
In your mind
In rhythm
As I help you
Heal
For God so gifted me
The power
To feel
And so I now share it
With you
For free
To have fun
Now go to another
Free Gift
And read on
To escape whatever
Your self-imposed prison
And believe in
The Power of Cataphatism
Salute
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Definitions of cataphatism:
noun:
the religious belief that God has given enough clues to be known to humans positively and affirmatively
(e.g., God created Adam `in his own image')
I crossed over
In March
On the fifth
In the year of our Lord
1902
All these years
I've sat
Patiently waiting for you
I've watched
Our old world
Burn
Through the blackest of nights
Witnessed hearts bleed
With incomprehensible need
Seen corruption and
illusions unfold
As the seduced welcomed evil
Into their strongholds
Watched shining stars fall
Thinking of my fate
As I wait
Thinking
When will she call me
And walk through that gate
That I look to
Down that dark road
Every second
Whenever I think
Of you
I've looked in
Old memories that beckoned
Explored all the who knows
Linked to sin
Chased paper boats
With endless time
Just hoping
She's coping
In Heaven
And not broken
In the Deep Divine
But still
Perched
Upon this rock
I
Wait
Even though the Mendli
Think I'm crazy
But my old Love
Still cuts me open
Making me cling
To an old life
Dreams of a new beginning
So angels
Forgive me
But hear me
Quick
Take my hand
And lead me home
To her
Give me the Star Fire
If this can't happen
Or you can't do it
For I fear
I can no longer
Wait
For the opening of that gate
So let me cross the burning sand barriers
Step straight through the eternal fire
For is waiting for true love
The price worth this pain
As one
Moves on
And one remains
Show me a happy couple
And I'll show you the fire that ignites
And it's that light
That I pray
Keeps carrying me
On horseback
Throughout
All these
Endless nights
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Within your mind
That doorway
To old memories
Of life and death
Painted in indigo blue
With light and dark
Walked within it's rooms
To witness reality
And embrace a tragic thought
Life comes in the wind
Like a beautiful pure white feather
That gets weathered by life
Until it's smothered
By greedy
Dark lords
In wigs
Until gravediggers
Are paid
To dig
Some ask
Does Heaven watch
As lives are turned to grey ash
As people cry
As they are lashed
Does he
Who sits on
Golden throne
Not care
But sit
Crafting
Warm at home
As lives burn
Like Nero's
City of
Rome
But have faith
And now know this
For as red roses
In concrete grows
The seeds of hope will be sown
And when the seasons seem
Black
For whatever reason
High in the sky
The Lord will
Applaud and clap
And send
Angels
North
To defend
You
When you
Feel under attack
Or trapped
In a Principalities dark
Traps
Or whatever
You're going through
So know
This secret
And be spiritually
Grown
Have faith
Within these words
As they are known
Whatever you feel
Or suffer
Right now
Can be outgrown
So rejoice
In the winds of time
Leave the soft sands
In that room
Close
That old doorway
To life and death
Painted in indigo blue
With light and dark
For together
We stand
Hand in hand
To face
And conquer
Whatever
Is deemed your story
For with prayer
And Gods glory
We give love to those
We've lost
But still we rise
Tomorrow
To see the light
Of day
Whatever the cost
For those
Brave enough to enter
Their room
Of deep thoughts
Can never be bought
Only spiritually supported
And endorsed
By the endless
Bounties
Of the Lord
Now say after me
And don't pretend
Just whisper
My Lord
Hear my call
In times of pain
Sustain me
So your grace
Can remain
Give me courage
Guided by your Angels
Who know my name
Amen
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Remembering every single incredible memory
Of my old lover's name before the sun rises
Around the clock
I think is driving me slowly insane as the night sky
Seems to smile as it closes in
Each delicate syllable sung and dulcet tone
Rings and sends out such a resounding cacophony and vibration
Of such a Trinity of Love
Like a holy golden summoning bell
Been slowly rung
Emanating a frequency filled with Happiness
Togetherness
And Divinity
As it spins around in that sacred kaleidoscope
Within my mind
Memories of smiles and kindness
Laying together
Talking for hours
Lost in a mysterious stillness
About life
The universe and all things in between
Before all the cruel and unkind things in life
Came crashing in
Like Zeus's thunder and put out our beloved flame
Which we foolishly thought would be lit forever
So now I'm on this broken path
That I'm doomed to walk
Trying to forget her
Since her soul left us
Old Henry and me
The best old hound dog to sit with
Writing poetry
So Ma and Pa
I'm taking Old Henry and leaving this letter
Driving South
Heading as I'm pulled blindly
To a lonely secret location
After my own version of The Titanomachy
Towards a place deep I've seen in visions
A spot inside the darkest of unvisited woods
A place known
As in dreamland
I've been told is called
The Land of the Black Crows
In the deepest of Shadows
Where Old Gods of pagan mythology
And weary Elementals gather to watch
Unknown actors
Dressed in sharkskin
Perform a twisted version
Of Dantes's Divine Comedy
Accompanied by a lone violin
A path known only to other poor kindred souls
When they're unconsciously invited
By a strange magnetic pull
To The Land of the Black Crows
In the deepest of Shadows
To watch strange sideshows
To help dissolve their pain
After being spiritually wounded
By one of Eros's many bows
Until nothing remains
Before they too pull on the
Eternal Sharkskin suit
And take root
Centre stage as all the other broken
Stand on their seats and welcome People like old Henry and me
Into their secret house of ill-repute
A place where when painful emotions
Suddenly appear
They are shared and passed around
To be consumed like a strange-tasting forbidden fruit
By new friends
Who then use its energies
To welcome new followers
Who are brave enough
Like us two
To take up the call
And commute
Love to you
Both
Xxx
Your forever son
Luke
Xxx
(C) Copyright John Duffy
Would you meet me at midnight
-
Amore Mio
-
In the Green Forests
Of The Great In-Between
-
If l lit a fire
To guide you
-
After I invited you
To meet me
-
To sit and just talk about
-
All The Mysteries
Of Life
-
Over ice
-
Like
The Trinity of Happiness
Sadness and Madness
-
The three things
Involved in all things
-
Things that could then turn into something
-
That could be so nice
-
And then to count the flashing stars
-
Shimmering from afar
-
While
Listening to real Country Music
-
Played on real guitars
-
For within this invitation
-
To Night with a Thousand Stars
Within sight
-
Our first topic of conversation would be
-
As we looked at Heaven's Endless Door
-
With
Wonder
-
Does true love even exist and live for anymore
-
And is there a chance for us
-
My Amore Mio
-
To walk upon its heavenly shore
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Amore Mio: Italian for my love.
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To look through the Scrying Glass
As my given
Time candle burns
Whenever I see
You
I miss you
Like the Sun
Misses the Moon
On a cloudy Sunday
Afternoon
Miss
Your sweet smile
As wide as a country mile
Miss
Your voice
And tender tones
To beguile
.
And as my time candle
Burns
Low
As Jerome
Nods
Waiting his go
In that brief
Nanosecond
We share a linked
Thought
That we all know
As much as the
Living miss
The Dead
We too
Miss those
Tranquil moments
Left for all
Eternity
Unsaid
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Part 1
Relationship Flaws
Into the circle of fire
I stepped
Hoping
To be baptised
With Love
And sex
Only to feel
Lonely
Used
And abused
As my
Lover
Moved on
To the next
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
