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Commitment. Senryu Form.

 Is this the striped back version of your life, when you truly commit to another?

Or maybe, you're still looking for that someone special to walk home, with

Title:

Commitment. Senryu Form.

We walked our way home

(5)

Signed up with a white wedding

(7)

To work to our graves

(5)

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

The Conversation in Hell

 

In these dark times, you need your faith, whatever it is.

Even more. 

Salute. 

Do you like poetic stories?

There's a great game afoot.

The prize?

You.

if you get hooked 

Title:

The Conversation in Hell

′In Hell, a lower devil asked a very successful, higher devil.

 "Your lost souls count is spectacular. How do you turn so many beyond 

Even the likes of Brother Count Dracula?"

The successful devil, smugly answered:

Team work and dark temptation with my other six princes.

So to Hell 

We could take souls to be forever anchored 

Using the power of temptation on people 

Who take the Lord for granted.

And making them believe only they matter

Since 

Social media

Infused with our dark matter

Sure does make the new herd gather harder

Making 

People stay in and

Stop meeting 

Hugging or greeting each other.

From sons and daughters

Fathers and mothers

All fools becoming obsessed with self-imagery 

Causing their soul wilful injury 

Relinquishing their humanity and that's when we step in 

With The Lanterne of Light

Brother Lucifer bringing Pride

Beelzebub bringing Envy

Satan: Wrath

Abaddon: Sloth

Mammon: Greed 

Belphegor: Gluttony

And I Asmodeus. 

Lust.

For with pride begets envy

Jealously turns into Wrath

Wrath turns to Sloth

Laziness and apathy 

Fuelled by greed to

Gluttony and lust 

And making them believe all our lies 

And in doing so

Losing their empathy 

We do this all the time 

In newspapers or online

On platforms they are brainwashed to trust 

Telling them to live online

With this line

Who needs freedom 

When you live online in a new kingdom

And so it happens

Sad souls living and lying about their lives online

Knowing it's wrong but won't admit it

Envious of family and friends

Trolling

Chasing fame and fortune but won't do the work

Twerking for Mammon with greed 

Feeding Belphegor's gluttony 

While I Asmodeus

Give them 

Lust.

The darkest gift any soul needs

And in that manufactured life of presenting success

They die every day at our request 

While encouraging their corruption

In the process 

Only to finally fall when they forget the Lord

And we lead them to Hell 

By The Lanterne of Light

To join our legions and hordes

And it's why I hold the highest souls count

The underworlds

World record

For I make them addicted with a lust for life 

So they forget two simple things which can save their immortal soul

Asking for forgiveness through prayer for the chance to be transformed.

The end.

________________

Moral of the story.

Don't let the darkness in.

It comes calling in many tempting forms you know!

Social media, in any form can easily turn into a form of addiction.

Creating 

Hate, fear, jealousy, envy, sloth, lust and so much more. 

Sending best wishes and blessings. 

Be safe in spirit as well as life. Salute. 

 

Nuclear Dreams

 

With current world events. This appeared.

Salute.

 

(A lone voice whispers)

I had dark visions 

Of rows 

Of freshly dug graves 

Been dug

From Palestine and beyond 

Saw blue skies turn ash grey

As many kneelled and 

Prayed

In the dark sludge 

Of humanities recklessness 

Watched  

people call to God

In their many different languages 

Whatever their faith 

In the darkness

 

To come down from his mighty high throne 

As burning chaos 

Screamed for freedom and yelled  

"Sacre Bleu"

Watched once 

Beautiful cities culled

Covered in life-changing radiation and vile mud

As the occult spells of total destruction were sown

From London 

Worldwide to Rome

But as the sea turned from blue 

To black to red 

As many voices

Cried out  

Mourning the dead

I heard this murmur 

Within deep sounds

 

Shaking the very ground as thunder struck 

Whispers of the Maiden 

Mother and Crone

Echoing these words to console

The poor souls

Who died

"No more pain will be known"

"No more pain will be known"

I then saw a passage in The Red Book of All Secrets 

To break the cage 

The hold of the Matrix 

This I was shown

And now in these words

Growing like wild Hedera ivy

In the recesses of your mind

I whisper  

To give you a quick fix 

Stand together 

Shoulder to shoulder

Sing battle songs of faith and glory

Remembering your ancestors brave life stories 

Embrace kindness 

As a strength 

Not a weakness

Don't be rude

Before you guess 

Find the truth

Before you conclude

fathom why

Before you cause pain or make someone cry 

Have empathy 

Before you talk 

Think and don't act with impetuosity

For at the end

You'll be judged 

By angels 

Who'll pray

So that 

You'll 

Ascend and be loved

Not descend

Like the all the generals and world leaders

Who want World War Three

To usher in the Great Reset and a coup d'état

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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Impetuosity:

noun:   rash impulsiveness

Sacre Bleu

astonishment, shock

Ode to Cecilia

 Do you lucid dream?

If you do, you will probably understand how tragic it feels, to sometimes lose the frequency of a particular dream.

One for the lucid dreamers.

A gift I share and maybe use to create and inspire my visions.

Salute.

Ode to Cecilia

(A lone voice whispers)

Some rare nights

When my tired eyes

Close  

As my soul goes

To the lower levels of the Astral Realms

Where no earthly winds

Blows

You sometimes meet me 

Dressed like the true beauty

I always see

In pictures 

Of you and me

Where we hold hands

Walk the line and talk

Like Johnny Cash and June Carter 

But with the Moon as my witness

And the Tollkeeper 

Of the Great Hereafter 

Earths eternal timekeeper 

I'm pulled back to the real world by

Daylight disconnecting Morpheus's

Dark magic

The true king and god 

Of all sleepers

And just cursed to pray

I find you in my next dreams 

Tonight

For not to do so

Would be so tragic

So my new god

Morpheus 

Bless me

With some of your ecstatic melodramatic majik

From the deep depths of the Astral 

Abyssopelagic Zone

So more it

Be

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The Gate

With reflection 

In this

The midnight hour 

I light a white candle

For the one 

Who once had me 

Under her power

Driven by loves

Powerful desires

For us

The Almas Perdidas

(Lost Souls)

Maybe like you 

The 

Left BeHinders

Who wallow and wade through griefs tiring waters

With a brokenheart

After love says  

Farewell

To then become new drinkers

From Depressions deep well

Praying love returns

With a ring of a lone bell

To see true love

Once more and say

Stay 

Please

Don't go away

And melt my heart

Stay 

So we are now 

No longer 

Torn apart

But like all pilgrims seeking God 

In their own particular way

We know the bell will never ring

We know our hearts will never heal or sing 

So we live 

In a living version of Purgatory 

Dying with each breath of decay

We take

As we watch and wait for our call

To join others

Now living beyond

Purgatory Great Gates

(C) 

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Broken Dreams

 

(A lone voice whispers)

You are the woman 

Of light and dark dreams

I once tried to conjure 

To conquer

All principalities

From The Great In-Between

The lone star 

In faraway skies

The prettiest rose

Ever seen

The Red Robin

The Black Crow

The Lion

And Black Bear

For your spiritual energy

Radiates so powerfully

It reaches out and calls to me 

Everywhere

Your smile whispers of untold adventures

Your eyes carry a glint

Of mischievous Summer intentions 

And that's I why 

I just linger 

A ghost of futures past

Whose memories of you

My Mon Cheri 

Will always

Last

For they ring out 

Sueños rotos

(Broken Dreams)

Like a talented 

Opera singer 

(C)

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Are you a type A B or C?

 

Are you: A.

A rhymer

A gatekeeper to old or new emotional sensations

Demanding a freedom

To live in a new format

For real eyes to read 

From the human nation 

Or are you: B.

A young or old timer

Like a goldminer 

From 1827

At Coker Creek

In the high country of Monroe County 

Tennessee

Searching for the right lines 

Like pure gold

To express and extinguish a cold uncontrollable fire 

To turn your soul into one of Poetry's 

Many soldiers who love all nighters 

Going to war everyday

Against tones and metaphors

Juxtapositions or cold terror 

Or are you: C.

Just another lone driver 

Stuck on the highways of dreams 

With a blown tire

Searching for someone new 

To become real fighters Together 

To also love Poetry's all nighters 

With a mirror image to hold tighter and to help make the load 

Lighter

Or are are you just a mixture of the three?

A represents the need to just write poetry for pleasure.

B represents the need to just write poetry for catharsis

C represents the need to just write poetry while seeking solace in someone special

Who shares the same bliss 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Country Dreaming

(A lone voice whispers)

In this never-ending storm 

Where powerful introspective winds

Swallow you whole 

As the norm

A thought always strikes like a Promethium lightning bolt

Was there ever a place in your soul 

Where my picture hung and your soul

Extolled 

When it woke up 

As you dreamed

Before going on Astral patrol

For all I can do in humble worship

Is remember

The sweet taste of your favourite red lipstick 

The tantalising feel of your fingers 

Laced in CHANEL N°5 

Lingering around my shoulders

As we both wept 

Watching Beaches

Which always 

Left us speechless 

Ma Chérie?

Do I still linger

In your echo chambers

Like Garth Brooks 

Your favourite Country singer

So in this moment

As my memories gather

Like friends 

In Low Places

As the thunder rolls

Just remember

If tomorrow never comes

And my prayers lay unanswered

I'll always remember how we danced 

As 

Loves ship 

Sailed in

And anchored

But now

Cancelled and abandoned 

As you look in another's eyes

I can only hope

Your memories get baptized 

Like mine

In brutal storms 

Of introspection 

For in my eyes

There are never any real

Goodbyes 

Just sweet country songs

Of reintroduction 

So we can walk 

Together again

Even though 

We were both cursed

By wet appetites

Of self destruction 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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The Cry Of The Pagan Sorceress Queen

  

(A lone voice whispers) 

With wide crystalline eyes

Fluctuating between ever-shifting layers of happiness and fear

Ever watchful

With piercing orbs of either tranquil brown green or blue 

So deeply captivating whispering in their echo chambers

I really see you

So I compose this small golden trinket 

To some a tiny poem

But to those in the know

A spell

Whilst lost in these yellow sands of time

As I swirl through this fluctuating vortex 

Will you read my offerings

As your minds listen to my gift of meter and rhyme

Can you feel that quickly rising crescendo of desire

Willing you to burn forever in my molten flames and yell

"Libertas"

Inside internally

A new means to help extinguish those painful fires 

Of such misery still found upon

Those tired old redundant roads of humanities dark traits

You may still walk upon

But wait

Will you pray to me and implore for more

To push open the once-locked doors between us

Shall I welcome you through my red gates

My new neophyte 

To sit by the Babylonian River to talk

And be reborn

Into a new light 

Do you seek a pathway through the dark woods

Of Neverland

To walk to a sacred place where you are sensuously

Bathed and embraced

As we

The Maenad

Read you and see all those distant places

In your minds eye

Where you once courageously visited and stood

Do you still dream of taking off that shield you wear to protect your soul

Your version of an Eyes Wide Shut mask

And entering such a safe and non judgemental sanctuary 

Hidden within divine branches and creeks

Where you are perpetually energized 

And no longer feel weary 

Unloved or weak 

Do these sudden paroxysms turn your emotions

Once cold as ice to a new fire

I merely still ask

Will you take my hand forever

To walk past these dying lights of midnight

To a enter a new realm 

Filled with such hushed and unexplored mortal and spiritual delights

What says you

Shall I come about two 

To collect you

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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