The Mystic

 Title:

The Mystic 

(A lone voice whispers)

Some say

I have a gift 

A supernatural trick 

But for the profane

It's quite simple to explain 

You see 

My bloodline is infused 

By a thousand generations 

Of magical conjurers 

From beyond 

The Lands of Kush 

From the deepest parts of the unexplored African Bush

And it's not your fault you're being drawn to me

It's because I called to you 

Over land

Moor or 

Sea 

Like one of my bloodline many Mages 

To come 

Calling 

So 

Run wild 

Over all of your life's wild woods

To reach my secret mountain glade

Called The Nexus 

Hidden here in these words

To be perused and understood

Come to see the tapestries of your destiny 

As I stand chanting in my circle of salt

Sending out poetic spells to enchant you each night

  

Like loyal soldiers

Standing to attention 

On parade 

Like John Gault

For I know 

You feel lost

And alone

Even when you prayed

For a cure 

Like it's your right 

By de jure

For something's are beyond your control 

And that isn't your fault 

So just know I still wait in these dark woods

Just hidden in the half light

In the shade

Will you surrender to curiosity and come see

Me

Willingly by hook or crook

On foot

For I will show you 

A new transcendental spiritual temple

Sights to transform your mind

Let you use its white altar to absolve all your fears

Do you wish to enter into my Red Church

At the core of the Nexus 

Like a king or queen 

To see your general 

To be baptized and ordained

Will you walk through the

gray clouds of gray smoke that chokes

In your world 

Past those enticing fires

surrounded by temptations many enticing liars

To finally cross the great wet yellow sands and swim through the dark waters

To reach my mountains' woodland glade

Where you can finally dance freely

Amongst the deadly nightshade

And face the rise of the Full Winter's Moon

Totally unafraid

To exchange Sacred Prose

As our soul's manifestos

What says you

Are you coming through 

Copyright John Duffy 

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The Love letter to Arabella

Foundation of the piece.

Does anyone write love letters anymore?

Have you?

Title:

The Love letter to Arabella

My love

Read this 

My life's only request

For you're a beautiful reflection 

Of a magnificent deep blue ocean 

Your blue eyes 

Are an emotional sanctuary 

In a world of crazy debauchery 

For with you by my side 

Like my spirit guide in flesh

I must confess  

You always make me feel blessed and the world around us

Look so much better

With that incredible light

You possess 

 (C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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Rebirth

 Foundation of the piece.

Even though you rebuild, do ghosts of old relationships, still haunt you?

Title:

Rebirth

(A lone voice whispers)

We left each other 

So suddenly 

So long ago

For I was too strong not

weak 

To turn the other cheek

After you cheated

I've now climbed over life's many hurdles

Manifested by the paranormal 

In good old New York 

And so I'm glad we parted with weary hearts

And crushed dreams

That caused us so much anxiety 

Somewhere so deep

That Morpheus The Greek

Couldn't tempt us 

To sleep

For as

Time flew by 

Happiness returned

Like a birthday gift from 

The Most High

But now 

Deep down inside

I still crave silently to weep 

And 

Cry

Broken each second

Just a little bit more

Tiredness 

Creeping up relentlessly

And causing me dark dreams 

To cross forbidden thresholds and reopening old 

Once closed doors

Left by life with you and its wealth of tragic wars

And all the sad moments 

You can never prepare for

But still I'll rise

Like the early morning 

Sunrise

No longer 

Lost 

Looking for something so incredible

 

That's so irreplaceable

Which I now know is unachievable 

 

So I'll move on

Starting tonight

Like all the other strong women

Knowing

As I pray before 

I start a new day

Two wrongs

Can never make it right 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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#relationships

 

The voice of Emilien

 

The voice of Emilien

(A lone voice whispers)

I once met the King of all Darkness 

In France 

As we played poker for my soul 

In a burnt out house

While Edith Piaf sang 

La vie en rose 

On a tattered radio

With no power

He carried in his pocket 

Causing the watching fireflies to dance

I remember asking the Tall Man where he'd been

He said

Paris

To cause the Germans and the Resistance some pain

And as we played in that falling smoke-filled rain

I cheated and won

The prize 

Reaching out through someone after my time has run

After sunrise is over

Summoned by the setting Sun

In darkness 

To see if the world still cries 

Like it did before me

In 44

So I send this

For we played

Again 

Late last night 

Old Nick and me

And He won

The prize 

Taking me where

The sun don't shine

To be endlessly chastised

So this is my last message

For your eyes

Before the sun rises 

Look to the East

The low drumbeats 

Of World War Three are starting to beat 

For many 

There will be pain like 

Oradour-sur-Glane 

Something so evil

You should all remember 

Who and what you do

In whoever's name

Or you could be playing poker with the Tall Man

As Edith Piafr sings

La vie en rose 

On his tattered radio

As The East and NATO

Trade nukes

Compelled to do so

By the prodding of the Tall Man and the curse 

Of the male ego

Goodbye 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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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

 

Nuclear Dreams

 

With current world events. This reappeared.

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 kneeled 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 thunderstruck 

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 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