(A lone voice whispers)
Are you anointed by concupiscence to write
Until your death
With time found
To exhale and express your soul's sacred breath
To be surrounded by Creativity's exquisite perfume
As your soul
Now blessed
Stands joyously naked
In any given room
I hope your answer is
Yes
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
What is the simple meaning of concupiscence?
Strong desire.
I can only pray
My Lily of the Nile
You'll sleep For a short while
To wander through Morpheus's Incredible Keeps
As I'll kneel to pray to appear in one of its many unknown rooms
To defeat Death with a game of hide-and-seek
As I reach out my spirit Beyond my tomb
For I can only call for Heaven’s blessing
To let me Live and breathe
Into one Of those dwellings
So sleep For a short while
To wander through Morpheus's Emerald Isles
And Incredible keeps
And I'll kneel To pray to appear
In one of its many rooms
To defeat Death
With a little game of hide-and-seek
As I reach out my spirit
From beyond my tomb
To hold you once more
Like Anthony Held Cleopatra
Or Frank Sinatra held Marilyn Monroe
So I can only call For Heaven’s
To let me Live on
In one Of those dwellings
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
(A lone voice whispers)
Teacher
There's still a magical circle I wish to find
Said the lonely old Preacher to his mentor
Father Time
As they both stood looking at history's many intersecting blue lines
It's a place where true love resides
In a loop called Once in a Lifetime
I read about it a thousand years ago
Before I was recalled when my Golden Bell chimed
And to find it through all of lifes puzzles and paradigms
I now know after opening so many old books
You have to truly encourage your heart and soul
To embrace its magnetic flow
And some say
You have to be willing to sacrifice everything and give up all self control
Sometimes O Father Time
When I look back over the thousands of years
At my chance of
Once in a Lifetime
I can still remember I came so close and that in itself is a crime
For I too once knew a wonderful soul
My own Red Rose of Jericho
She was so beautiful and as gentle as falling snow
But like all things that came to pass
I lost my way in the grip of the shadowy abyss
And never got to feel her sweet gentle touch or soft velvety kiss
But now I'm a part of you, O Father Time
And as I look back taking up your so very long reach
Using your supernatural telescopes
To look at old hopes and dearly once loved folks
I can still see her waiting, sitting there patiently reading
Fluctuating heartbroken throughout the many distinct time frequencies
Streams
Thinking and dreaming about the one
She so wanted to love and teach
But who was suddenly snatched by death
Beyond her reach
The book she's always holding and reading
When I zoom in
Is a collection of her own poetic sad words linked together tragically
In broken stories of her life of waiting
Lost
On the outer edges of a grey world
Regaling her only thought
That I would arrive like a hero from the ether of time
And fill her life with magical moments of such soul-changing happiness and glory
That so many people would be so surprised and beguiled
But as I still see her from in here
Hiding and crying at midnight
Using your Scrying Mirrors
In this Dark Tower which connects all things and places
Lost in one of history's many bands of low resistance
Awashed with new and old sinners
I still know that is the only place one day I pray I might reach
When I have paid my dues to you
And after going back through time
As I appear out of the fluctuating ether and blue
To wipe away all her soft wet tears
Maybe then
We can both be happy to clasp our
Once in a Lifetime
To then walk upon the soft yellow sands
And smell the life-changing winds
Blowing across that circle's secret beaches
And then in the realisation of that long lost dream
We may both just smile
As we finally fade
Into just being another part of your secret anthologies of love stories
For to find inner peace and divine glory
To know what that real devotion can bring
You have to fight to reach it
For that's one of the many secrets to what true love is
(C)
Copyright
John Duffy
No claim to image.
(A lone voice whispers)
Grief maybe like falling Autumn leaves
Praying for some snow
Hoping with its life giving waters
They will grow
But just before
They land and
Their only hope disappears
They see the rising sun
And in that instant
Know
Life
Love and them
Above all the silent deaths
By a thousand cuts
Will live on
Even if they turn
To dust
Tomorrow
For their love for someone special
Will flourish
In beloved memories
Of someone special
Who they were born
To trust
For sorrow can be conquered
By love
If only one person
Remembers
You tomorrow
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
A Graveyard Shift Monologue
(A lone voice whispers)
She came at midnight
You know
Last night
In red dress that whispered of new dreams
Knocking like a reborn Anne Rice
Lestat
At my heart's window
Pleading with my soul
To cross the threshold and be let in
But I the stone warrior
Whose dear love had departed
Turned and walked back into the darkness of loneliness
Broken-hearted
For when true love once calls
In your lifetime
And is then suddenly recalled like a severe blow
To the amygdala
All one can do
Is wallow in limbo
For true love is like the holiest of dreams
One of The Universe's best documentaries
Memories
Forged by Brigid to endure
To be kissed
And be revisited
Filled with lovers and even enemies
And consumed in any rare moment
Like expensive Hennessey
Bright white candlelights
Providing light
In a new darkness
And a holy flame to warm any soul
On any given night
As it clings on to memories of all the people you once loved
And all the things you used to do
To ride through and hold back any new storms
Like my faith in Jesus Christ
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Anne Rice Lestat:
A famous vampire in a novel by Anne Rice.
Amygdala:
Your amygdala is a small part of your brain, but it has a big job. It's a major processing center for emotions. It also links your emotions to many other brain abilities, also links your emotions to many other brain abilities, especially memories, learning and your senses.
Source: Google
Brigid:
She is associated with wisdom, poetry, healing, protection, smithing and domesticated animals.
Cormac's Glossary, written in the 9th century by Christian monks, says that Brigid was "the goddess whom poets adored" and that she had two sisters:
Brigid the healer and Brigid the smith.
This suggests she may have been a triple deity.
She is also thought to have some relation to the British Celtic goddess Brigantia.
Source: Google
Are there some people so weak, they're always influenced to think:
the grass is greener on the other side?
Is history, film, relationships and life in general, littered with them like cheap wedding confetti?
Title:
Marked by The Devil
(A lone voice whispers)
There were times
I wish the Lord
Had intervened and I should have stayed the course
Used the power
Of true judgement
So I wouldn't feel this remorse
And shown up at that appointed hour
After work
And not been
Where I was seen
Shouldn't have hid my wedding ring
In The Wine Bar
At Charlie's
When the Devil whispered
She's nice
Compelling my libedo
To sing
For a taste of his sweet pleasurable sin
For when that eight lettered oath I once made
Was spoken
I love you
At church
In Downtown
Manhattan was broken
That fateful night
And you left
Soon afterwards
Heartbroken
All I can do now is refect
On a sad path
Once taken
And all these black books of grief
It has awakened
I now kneel
In Saint Peter's
Every Sunday
Every Sunday
And pray for atonement
But this pain won't relent
In any known way
So I now live alone
For I'm now one
Of the tainted
No longer
Innocent
The once Sunday church man
Who was drawn like a helpless moth
To a flame
Now tries to hide
From the Devil
With prayer
For it knows his name
And follows him
Everywhere
So as the these blue clouds overhead
Flow
As the blue oceans
Below
Churns
Those old mistakes I once made
Still deep down
Inside
Burns
But will I ever learn
You see
That Devil of mine
Still whispers
Everywhere
I turn
Been married
Eight times
In five years
Since she left
Abandoned each one
On how that Devil
Must laugh
At all he's done
But this time
It's gonna be different
Just told my
Katy
Wife number nine
Everything will be fine
She's the one
Now all I got to do
Is not listen to that old Devil
Who's always saying
Be a rebel
Keep them coming
Cheatings always been fun
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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Title:
Love Patrol
(A lone voice whispers)
Tonight
Still on on parole
On love patrol
In the storms
Of life
As things spiral
Out of my control
I pray Love comes into sight
To make me
Whole
While my heart is beating
Like a lone drummer
In the middle of the night
In Summer
As I wear my heart on my sleeves
Haunted by Father Time's
One thousand thieves
Wondering
In this wet silence
As I stand outside
The box
In steadfast defiance
Will I still be praying
Come November
With this moon still as bright
That the missing part
Of my soul
Will come into sight
And help me
Remember
L'amour apparaît quand on s'y attend le moins. Car tous les papillons ont besoin d’une flamme.
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Transition:
Love appears when you least expect it. For all moths needs a flame.
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With timeworn
But stubborn like a six-inch
Jerusalem thorn
Dreaming
Forlorn
Tonight
Of Halcyon Nights
When memories waterwheel slowly turns
And midnight candles burn
As my inner film projectors play
I also remember Halcyon Days
Spent with the now dearly departed
Yearning for moments only
The Tuatha de Danann can invoke
Pulling back
My true love
From Hades
Swirling grey smoke
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
The Tuatha Dé Danann are described as a supernatural race, much like idealized humans, who are immune from ageing and sickness, and who have powers of magic.
Source; Wikipedia.
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Have you ever had a disastrous relationship before and wondered...
Were the dark forces at play at any given emotional traumatic moment?
Title:
Apollyon Relationships
(A lone voice ponders after a first date)
Are you my
Morning Star
My fallen introduction
To spiritual and physical sin
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Reference in this case.
Apollyon. / (əˈpɒljən) / noun.
New Testament the destroyer, a name given to the Devil (Revelation 9:11)
https://www.dictionary.com › apol...
APOLLYON Definition & Usage Examples | Dictionary.com
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