The Christmas Ghost

 

The Spell Caster

Missing your midnight 

Embrace

With Mother Moon 

Crying to

With beams

Of bright moonlight

Show you the way

Beseeching you 

To lookup 

In her glorious night sky

To see her clouds

Slowly part and start to play 

To say

Come find

The old oak trees 

That she's commanded to sway

As she asks you to follow

That feeling

That you hear in your soul 

To help overcome

Your sorrow

Tomorrow 

That bids

You to go

Before our life ends

To find my invitation 

That glows 

Crimson and red

A burning fire

Where fireflies dance

In delight

Hoping 

You'd take the chance 

To conquer your butterflies and fight

With chants of

I seek love

Into the burning 

Pyre

So we can dance

Entwined

Just you

And me

To be 

Reunited

Under her

Decree

As this old world

Burns

So

Will

You step into the magic

circle

The one made

By the Midnight Moon

That's eternal

So 

We can wilfully

Sin

As we begin

With no rehearsal 

When our souls embrace our inner power

Compelled

By this spell

As the watching stars

Yell

In this very 

Hour

Underneath 

Mother Moon's

Midnight 

Witching hour

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

The call to true love

 

Will you kneel

And call to me 

To tell me

How you feel 

In this winters snow

As the cold North winds 

Blow

With an invocation

To build an unbroken seal

With a sultry prayer of hello

Will you still whisper

My sacred name

Wherever go

When all that remains

Is my old memories

That got wet

In the falling rhythms of rain

Like a pot of gold

At the end of the beautiful rainbow

I may be watching you

Moving below

From the high towers in Heaven

Following your shadow

Mixing with sinners as it goes

Walking through forests

And strange sideshows

Filled with tall pines of depression with such courage

Now I'm gone

To the Great Place Beyond

The falling

Weeping Willows

Up to here

Where the Eternal Light

Forever glows

I still dream

Of all the tranquil things 

We used to do

Dream of holding you

Somewhere beyond these bluest of oceans 

And in dreams

If you call to me

I'll come

To help us both

For we deserve

Salvation

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Hey You!

 At the end when you look back, in that transitional moment, will you be happy how you lived? 

Hit the link below to hear my words narrated by the wonderful, Clinton R. Johnson, from Canada. 

Click below. 

Salute. 

The Ballad of Introspection

Do you believe in GHOSTS?

(A lone voice whispers)

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

We need to talk

I see you

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')

The Old Souls Monologue

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

The Voice of The Spirit Guide

 Have you ever looked in that secret doorway

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

The Call from the Land of the Black Crows

  

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

Giuseppe's Letter to Sophia

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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