The Voice of Malachy

 The Voice of Malachy

Do you

Sometimes need 

To

Go deep 

To the Eternal well 

To use and meet the 

Mother and Goddess 

Of Poetry

And feed her

With hand written pieces of your pulsating soul

In quiet hours

To be given

In an exchange of transmuted powers

Contracts of Redemption

To embrace a deliverance from sin and to find freedom 

From all strands of captivity

In whatever forms

So your soul can be

Healed cleansed and transformed

To once 

Again 

Flower with salvation 

As you bravely 

Walk through any storm

And grow

I can only hope and pray 

You do so

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

The Monologue of the Enlightened Soul

(A lone voice whispers)

When you take a physical form in this plane of existence 

In time and space

You also manifest an astral body

To help you run your race

In Kashmir Shaivism 

We call it puryashtaka rupa which is Sanskrit

In case you didn't know it

And just like the physical form

Your astral body has the same nervous system and these nerve currents are called Hita Nadis

And within these nerve currents pass the true beauty of you 

Your 

This is me moment

Like spiritual electricity 

Saving every moment of your life ready for your next incarnation 

For when it's time to reincarnate

We never die you know

We just walk to a new gate

And all that stored information is used in your update

For you become what your consciousness

Or subconsciousness 

Craves or hates

For you and you 

Alone 

Are the creators of your own heaven or hell

Creating 

Traumatic or ecstatic situations 

For your soul to grow and be ready for a better time 

In the next round

So 

If you're going through a hard time

Are lonely 

Unloved

Or feel weary 

Don't worry 

It will soon get better 

Good times appear when you least expect it

And like a rainbow

Your life will soon shine

With a multitude of colors 

Everywhere you go

Just remember Perseverance will be your eventual deliverance

And if you're having a good life

Are loved

Happy and content 

Smile 

Your struggles and kindness paid off in your previous life

Wherever you came from or went

In ending 

Don't take life too serious

You will get another chance 

So fill your puryashtaka rupa

In this life

With as many incredible moments as you can

Help to be kind

When you can

Live with any form of love

You may find

And maybe the One'ness

Will reward you

In your next lifetime 

For you 

And only you

Are your soul's

Producer

For when you come back

Do want a better life

Or a hard one that could lead to an early heart attack 

 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

 

 

Apokalypsis Visions

While hearing about the US in particular, giving permission to Ukraine, to strike deeper into Russia territories.

Are we as a society, on the threshold of nuclear war?

Apokalypsis Visions

(A lone voice whispers)

A symbolic door stands unopened

That leads to the destruction of liberty of the mind

To the birth of megatons of mushroom clouds of death and bright white light 

And never-ending darkness 

Left in its tide

A door trying to be opened by secret cabals

With spear tipped lies 

A doorway to rows of dirt ridden coffins 

Of all races 

And rows of freshly graves 

For the left behind 

To dig

A passageway to bullet filled skies exploding in a rain of pain

Night and day

A new place where good people turn to ash grey and millions get glazed

A time of no call from on high

As weeping cries

Fill thunderous skies

All this I saw

An emptiness growing and while burning buildings fell

As multitudes of new singers yelled

Alguien nos salve

(Someone save us)

In all that madness 

I saw a tiny smouldering home 

In the rumble

With a yellow plaque

On a burning wooden door

That read and spoke of hope 

It said

Trust in the Lord

He knows your struggle

And as that burning building burnt

As the smell of destruction and chaos swept the land

Announced by drumbeats of fear that shook concrete flowers 

Trying to grow in mounds of little dirt 

A vision was shown 

With such power

My brain hurt and

This I leave you with

In ending 

At the brink of that ungodly hour 

When seas turn from blue to red 

As black skies

Fills with souls of the dead

When violent storms and hurricanes wed

Mankind will be backed into a carefully planned trap

Mapped by those who care not of peace 

With no shame

But with a new world to gain

Names once told

Outlining this 

Familiar to the herd

Now drift like lone icebergs in the cold

When wicked crones 

Fly death bringing drones 

When white flags

Carried by Banner men 

Go into smoke ruined cities

Pretending to show pity 

Turn up

With cages 

Ready 

In tarpaulin covered trucks 

Know there is still hope

For even though countries stand

Hand in hand 

Led by the Cabals

Marching band 

Singing battle songs of war and glory

Behind that metaphorical door 

Hope still

Precariously lives 

With so much to give

Beyond the warm embrace 

Of the ash clouds and death of so many races

The coming of Banner men and their hidden cages 

And a new black sun

For you must march and pray for peace

Pray that door isn't opened in the Middle East

For the cost 

When all is lost 

Will be like in 

The Book of Revelations

But like always 

With a belief beyond the reach of the seven-headed beast

Light will always defeat darkness

For It's what all faiths

Preach for

In the purity of the soul

When engaging 

With their version of the supernatural stillness 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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Conversations with The Shadow People

Press
 

Is the world truly corrupt?

Title:

The Indentured Slaves of Society 

The Dark Angel of Corruption and Death 

Came smiling down like Old Nick

In black judges robes 

Shining bright

Like a burning fire in a cold night 

Leaving poisoned spears tipped with dollars and diamonds

In political halls and 

Vast institutions

In silence 

Waiting for new fools

To find them

Only to then appear with violence 

To pierce their side 

Like he on the cross

At Golgotha 

Who died

So they

Like pine needles 

In the wind

Blow and bow

To a new tune

For their forests will never be green

Their sunsets will all no longer gleam

For their new leader and host 

The Ghost 

Of Corruption and Death 

Has spread his wings 

So the newly corrupted must sing 

Victoria 

Victoria

Victoria a la corrupción y la muerte

Victoria 

Victoria

Victoria a la corrupción y la muerte

Victory 

Victory 

Victory to corruption and death

Victory to corruption and death

As they handcuffed by greed and power

No longer flower

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

My Last Letter

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My last letter

It came from the East

Smiling

All slender and ash grey 

Wearing a white wedding veil

As it came my way 

In the year of 1941

With the cold rise of the early morning sun

On the 20th of May  

When the German airborn arrived 

To join the Battle of Crete 

She came slowly walking up

Down that murky street

In the smoky ash and mud 

Barefoot

In faded Somerset white

With bag pipes playing 

Grey eyes and broken red tipped finger nails

With a scent of death 

And grave

The beast takes many forms

He took all my friends that day

Bill

Terry

Paul and 

Big Norm

That smiling wedding bride took their hands

When 

They got shot and died

I saw it all 

In the smoke 

And cried

For second sight 

Have I

And when she called to take Big Norm

As I watched her shimmering form

She whispered

She you in 2024

On May the 30th

Look for me 

Listen for the bagpipes 

I come at dawn

Then she took Big Norm's hand

And they both walked away

Crying 

Followed the music of bagpipes playing Going Home

And cries 

Amongst the bullets flying

Of the dying

I prayed as I stood

Alone

At the end of that day

And now it's 2024

And the dawn of May on the 30th

Soon she comes

For the faint noise 

Of bagpipes playing

Are making this rattling noise in my lungs

But I'm not scared

Bill

Terry

Paul and

Big Norm 

Are all waiting for me there

For I'm 

Going home

 For I'm 

Going home

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

The Monologue of the Lost Soul

EThe Monologue of The Lost Soul

Scene: 

A middle aged man.

Unshaven.

Surrounded by photo albums.

And cobwebs.

Kneels in front of an aging shrine to his dearly departed wife.

At midnight.

And prays 

(A lone voice whispers)

O Lord

King of all Spirits and Fates

Why do I 

With sleepless eyes

Still seek a love that's died

Am I a foe

Seeking forgiveness 

In lullabies 

In knee-worship prayers

With a broken heart of catacombs

Where fear lives

Now it has found its

Home

As I once reached out

To the Ether

And cried

When she crossed over

To the Otherside

With sullen eyes

Am I cursed to never sleep

To never again know 

To treat or feel her

My sin eater and preacher

As demons and angels From past delights

Like Demeter and the old Unwashed Redeemer 

Walk past 

Like pale shadows

In endless nights

And smile

When sleep 

I do fight

On Monarch 

Lord

And King of all that's Right

Pray for me 

Go that extra mile

And open a window 

So I can reach her

In sleep

Tonight 

To see her

My teacher

My speaker

And who like

Mary

Was a true believer 

Who now lives within

Your kingdom 

As she's found holy freedom 

Pray we can wander hand in hand

In The Great Underground Stream

As I dream

Tonight 

In a new

Garden of Eden 

Amen

For

 I'm so useless

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

    

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Poetry

 

Star Boy

 

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