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Tuesday, March 26, 2024
The Sword of Damocles. Has yours fallen yet?
The Ayahuasca Warrior
(A lone voice whispers)
Into the Mythical UnderMouth
Known as The Dark Abyss
I went
Swirling like a lost Autumn leaf
In strange winds
Heaven sent
Merging like a well-drilled soldier
Into the fine lines
Of the Universe’s timeless dust
I travelled up high
Into the higher kingdoms of The Astral Realms
To mysterious crossroads of The Undreamt
Then to unvisited corners never seen before by others
Into another dimension of Time and Space
Colliding into other faceless atoms
Of golden rusty dust
Where one whispered
She would be my mother
In another life
She would nurture and get me ready for my future wife
Then that special atom flowed on
Farther still I travelled
Crashing still into other atoms as they
Came along
Some confessed they would be my father
Sisters and brothers
But what pinned me and held me transfixed the most
Was that golden moment
Lost among that purple and hue
When a shimmering colourful cloud whispered
Before it too passed by
Like an unearthly ghost
I will be sent forward
Just for you
Forever to be your only true lover
My name is irrelevant for we will be reunited
Over the aeons
Again and again
For we are translucent beings of immortality
And in that moment of magical clarity
I knew I had found all the answers
To all my questions as she too drifted by
Flickering like a wind-blown flame
Towards a glowing light, I could not name
We are but pawns in the Greatest of all Games
But given a supreme supporting cast
Which acts as our deposit or bond
To help love and guide us
Whilst alive
And running around in its many diverse classes
For as long as the Greatest of all Games
Lasts
And then into
The Great Beyond
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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Saturday, March 23, 2024
Whispers from The Dominions
Title:
Whispers from The Dominions
By the occult powers of
The Sacred Circle and
Meta-Square
Brimming Fire
Swimming Sea and precious
Stone
I
The manifestation of Heavens
Sacred Magic
Now rightly
Appear
Sent with shining spear
To knight those
Who need help
To atone
To return
Home
If their souls are splintered
To the bone
Now in this moment
Send blessings
Before God calls them to The Great Harvest
For soon is the time of The Resurrectlon
Of the world's greatest ever party
Be it in this your
Recalling
In
Spring
Summer
Autumn
Or your lifes
Winter
The theme
To save you
And all the world's
Low level
Sinners
(C)
John Duffy
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Tuesday, March 19, 2024
Memories of The Sixties
In this modern world of up tempo, boom boom music, does slow dancing, even exist anymore?
Can you remember your first slow dance?
Here's a made up piece to ponder on.
Salute.
Title:
Memories of The Sixties
(A lone voice whispers)
Like a soft tender whisper
I still miss her
My first true love
As I remember
That unforgettable
Christmas
When she unlocked my virgin heart
With her red key
When we slow danced
Like old lovers
To
Two Can Have A Party ·
By Tammi Terrell
In good old
MacVicker's
And I plucked up the courage
And kissed her
My old love
Lucy Fischer
The poetess
Who made your heart beat quicker
And your soul flame
Flicker
My only sweet Peruvian
valley
And sacred temple
I once slow danced with
To
Two Can Have A Party ·
By Tammi Terrell
(C)
Copyright
John Duffy
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Tuesday, March 12, 2024
The Psychiatrist
(A lone voice whispers)
Do you write
For freedom
From boredom
Or even sympathy
Simply to defeat
Apathy
People who experience traumatic events may sometimes develop apathy syndrome.
(indifference and emotional detachment)
As a means to further protect themselves mentally and prevent further distress.
This is normally present in survivors of tragedies.
And it can be part of post-traumatic stress disorder.
Caused by emotions hard press.
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Sunday, March 10, 2024
Life
As the Great Wheel Slowly turns
Be careful who you try to
Burn
For love
Business
Wealth
Or jealously
For in the end
Those who behave
So contemptuously
Will never know
The true power
Of kindness
Embedded
In their self-identity
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Monday, February 12, 2024
Have you ever wondered what Sin looks like in its corporeal form?
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Salute.Tuesday, January 9, 2024
Eros speaks
(A lone voice whispers)
Why must the soul within you all
Constantly seek out momentous defining emotions
Require it so damn deep
Covet and desire extraordinary sensations to rebel wildly within
To show the many sad watchers
Who fear that uncontrollable need to follow
That unconscious craving bound to ungodly bargaining
Which could ultimately destroy all they know if my red pill they swallow
Whilst lost in the throes of physical thoughts
Linked to carnal sin
Where in their soft arms
We
Love embodied in such as me
Could eventually break you in two
Is that why my gift of devotion is such a powerful tool
For the many in humanity who through all eternity and to this glorious day
It still wonderfully constantly fools
Copyright John Duffy
Sunday, January 7, 2024
Whispers at 4 AM
(A lone voice whispers)
Before
And after
Night and day
Before
And after
Time and all its
Endless rhymes
Before the loud explosion
Of creation
I walked in the shadows
Parted floating orbs of
Thought
To find
What I sought
A light of such irreducible beauty
For you see
In the higher clouds
While on Gods
Mountain
I once met
A soul
While passing a fountain
It's light lingered
Flickered
And then
Like lightning
Stuck my inner core
Like thunder
And left me these thirteen words
On which to ponder
Find me
Beyond The Lands
Of Gilgamesh
So our true love
Can commence
So its why I search
The Silken Web
To be reunited
With that orb
Again
The one
I once met
By the sacred fountain
On Gods
Holy Mountain
Pray for me
Ariel
The Eternal Searcher
Of the Night
Some say blessed
Some say dammed
Tasked to find
His soulmate
Hidden amongst the
Millions of God's Light
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Channelling Karl Lagerfeld
(A lone voice whispers)
Now I’ve left
Quai Voltaire
In Paris
And can no longer
In your world stay
If I ever hurt
Any of you
My skinny runway
models
Or singers
With anything I
Once said
Within that old
life
Filled with such intellectual sexiness
I’ll still
understand
If you still want
me
To just go away
But what am I to do
If I can’t have any
of you
Will you all just leave
me
Eternally broken
hearted
I’m still just
trying to be someone
You can still
Love trust and
understand
Please
Put my picture on
that
Diamond and
mirrored
Chanel table
And by the Gods
Of Haute Couture
Let me be your white-haired guy again
Things I know
always
Change
I’m sorry for all the
newspapers
Lies
The fake news and gaslighting
On social media
I now know
This designer love
I’ve lost is real
It’s why I’m still fighting
This is no way for
a guy
To carry on
In here
I need you all back
Claudia
Stella
Baptiste
Lily-Rose
Kaia
Cara and
Linda
My
Beautifully lit runway
awaits
To make it how it
used to be
Like in London
Los Angeles
Australian
Berlin
Tokyo
Lakme
Madrid
Or New York Fashion Week
Just give me a chance
When you get here
Sing to me
My fashionista’s
Blessed Be
Oh Blessed Be
Come to me
My fashionista’s
Oh Blessed Be
Come to me
Sing to me
If you no longer
greave
But if you no
longer
Want me to stay
around
I’ll put on my all-black deep rectangular sunglasses
And just walk away
If in me you now
No longer believe
If I ever hurt you
My fantastically
looking
Treasured friends
from my
Beloved fashion
world
I’ll understand if
you
No longer want to
play
But what am I to do
If I can’t have any
of you
Will you leave me
Wearing my sharp slim
black suits
Starchy
white shirts and
fingerless black gloves
Just eternally brokenhearted
I’m just trying to
be someone
You can still love and
trust in
Like Fendi
The House of Chanel
Diesel
Valentino
Charles Jourdan
ChloƩ
Krizia
H&M
Hogan
Macy
And Falabella
Amongst many
Just try to still
understand
Let me be your guy
With the impenetrable gaze
Distinctive and elegant dress code
And the striking white
hair
Like in the golden
days
Of 83 at Chanel
Things will change
Like then
I’m sorry for the
sad stories
The fake news and gaslighting
About Choupette
I now know
This love I’ve lost
is a big deal
It’s why I’m
fighting
To still seem real
This is no way for
a guy
Like me
A visionary
A trailblazer
To carry on
I need just someone
back
Some people to
dress
Elisabeth and Jacques
Keep me company
in here
Hidden beyond
your world
I see it's lost
its style
If editors of
Vogue
Would simply
tell the truth
And confess
I just miss the
electricity and smell of the
Runways and
catwalks
The endless
sketching
Painting and
designing
Will you
Come to me
My Luna
Even though you
can’t
I’ll still wait
To make it how it
used to be
Just give me a
chance
When any of you
Get here
Like in Paris when
I used to breathe and talk
Someday
We’ll be reborn in
a new place
Where we can live
together
Like we did like fashionista cowboys
Shooting up all the
world fashion scene
Like Germanic Parisian’s
Lost in Texas
Sing to me
O Blessed Be
Summerland is now the new Carnival of Venice
Where I myself and my caricature
Now live
Just beyond its bright lights
I’ll wait for you
Just like I used to do at
Old Monte Carlo Boulevard
But until then
Au revoir
From
Radio Station K109
Of the Great In-Between
When you get here
Look for my diamond and mirrored
Flashing sign
Remember me
All my beautifully
skinny
Cover girls
Claudia
Stella
Baptiste
Lily-Rose
Kaia
Cara
Linda and my favourite
Luna
The man with the magnificent
attitude and
Charismatic stylish
snarl
Who’ll never go out
of fashion
Kaiser Karl
O’Blessed Be
Remember me
(C)
John Duffy
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