Salute
Monday, July 1, 2024
Can words seduce you?
I had a rather intriguing conversation today,
about the power of seduction through words.
It's a tad risque.
“Seduce my mind and you can have my body,
find my soul and I’m yours forever.”
I created this piece as I mused the above when a familiar voice appeared.
Salute.
The Strict Mistress from the House of Books
(A lone voice whispers)
Within these conjured hypnotic words
Lies my secret binding spell
To you
Control and contain
No matter how loud you shout or yell
To attach you to me forever or temporarily
With lashings of lascivious dark stories
As your soul salivates in total submissive anticipation and slowly starts to weep
Let me devour your curious mind like a cavernous thief
and take you to new heights of wild unconditional excitement
As your higher self suddenly
Wakes from its repetitive mundane sleep
Let me take you so damn
Deep
To new apocalyptic wet shores
Through exchanges of whispered hirquitalliency
Of unexplored crimson heat
And let my hidden fingertips
Trace pagan pictures of intimate lambitions and reunions
Across that succulent exposed spine in your mind
Give me all those deep
pamphagous thoughts
You keep bajulated
under strict locks and keys
That no one sees
Forever confined
For landscapes or should I say mindscapes
Filled with such visceral enticing written words
Brings forth such irrational coercive armies
Heralding banners of such a hypnotic binding power
Just awaiting to liberate minds in the low hours
Those willing to sacrifice everything they once knew
To then be gently or vigorously deflowered
As they use aroused imaginations
To explore new verbs
Or sentences
Appearing like S & M
Mistresses or Masters
Right out of the blue
Will you pray for us to embrace
As these soft words upon your mind's delicious lips
Are gracefully worshipped
As you've now been duly baptised throughout this
Our soul's reintroduction
As your hypothalamus is stimulated by my black and white
Ethereal leather whip
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Sunday, June 30, 2024
Have you ever or even now, had a pen pal?
Have you ever or even now, had a pen pal?
Before you answer read the definition of pen pals.
If you regularly exchange letters or read some, (my opinion)
Aren't you exchanging a form of a spiritual letter?
With a stranger like me whose relationship is based primarily, or even solely, on their exchange?
Salute.
Pen pals (or penpals, pen-pals, penfriends or pen friends) are people who regularly write to each other, particularly via postal mail.
Pen pals are usually strangers whose relationship is based primarily, or even solely, on their exchange of letters.
Source: Google
The Pen Pal Letter to Elizabeth Charlemagne
Some whisper and will
In secret occult circles
About these last days of 2024
That
Humanity will fall in unruly petulant desire
Consumed and devoured by a blazing infectious fire
But what happens to you and I
Your mind and mine
Do you still shiver inwardly at the vibrational thoughts
Of my words
Do they bind you
Submissively
To always return
Like Anne Cécile Desclos
Doomed forever
To hovering above my prose
That screams to be heard
With wide eager eyes
Like a love-struck
Hummingbird
Do you still tremble like when we first met
Wanting the warm caress of loquacious re-introductions
Of new verbs
Opening mystical
Golden gates to new
Poetic realms
And their irreplaceable guile to bind us together
Like love-struck Siamese twins
Creating welcomed sins
Of dried sweat and sweet tributaries
Of deep-seated spiritual yearnings
That makes your mind
so damn wet
Tales of the supernatural
Light and darkness
Filled with movement or stillness
Sovereignty or loneliness
New flames of innermost desires
Contained in unspeakable
words or unfamiliar names
As our Zisurru
Poetic stories to be kset asunder
In the footfalls
of Zeus's approaching
apocalyptic thunder
To burn new Hurricane lanterns
in Imaginations darkened
Halls of Fame
To live in the hope
Of a new life
An everlasting dance
With a drop of a wild transmigration
As our new Nexus
To savor in your mouth
Like an intense-tasting holy communion wine
A strong touch of such wantonness
Your
Voracious soul needs
To carry to all empires
You may visit
In the North
East
West or South
As it swallows new
Stories with ravenous greed
Will we survive
Still together in 2025
With such
Intellectual thoughts
You might still whisper
and silently ask
You and me
Does
Will it last
Echo in
Dreams whilst waiting
For the midnight call on
New Year's Eve
When we gather to
Sing pagan songs of
King Solomon
As we fight back
the encroaching darkness
With shining
drunk Astral eyes
as our Athame
Our sacrificial knife
Inwardly praying
to always believe
Under the sharp eyes
of the Winters Midnight Sun
Which for so many lost souls
We know
She will still shine
Ever brighter
As she quietly watches
and grieves
As they collect
their angel wings as they leave
Who knows my child
Everlasting hope and
Peace could arrive as one
So we could conquer this new normal and continue to rise
Or it could all go wild
And turn into a new dark nuclear history
Where dreams and people
Are consumed and defiled
As good and evil
Battle for victory
And apart
we may have to survive
On mean streets
As quantum tattooed vaccinated slaves
Or unvaccinated exiles
In a New World Order
Called a Fool's Paradise
Without
Any known borders
But either way
know this
May your spirit guides
Lead you to continued health and safety
Across all fast-flowing political wars
Waters
Famine or disorders
So in 2025
We can share our much loved algorithms
In all our holy quarters
So mote be it
What will be
Will be
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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Saturday, June 29, 2024
Friday, June 28, 2024
Thursday, June 27, 2024
The Warrior Queen
(A lone voice whispers)
There once was someone so special
A warrior queen
Who held my heart in her hands
My own goddess and red devil
The most beautiful woman I've ever seen
Oh, we loved slow dancing through words and intimate prose
Like it was the last song of the night
Played by the Duke Ellington big band
In our favourite bar
Where everybody goes
Oh how nostalgia haunts you
Stalks you
And tears you apart
When their gone
And all you're left with
Are those sweet beloved memories
Of big bands
And soft hands
Goddesses and red devils
Of someone
So special
Who no longer holds your heart
In their hands
For they've been called home
By the Great Primaeval
To listen to new sounds
Played by Heavens big bands
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Wednesday, June 26, 2024
Monday, June 24, 2024
Hakim. The Gatekeeper from Esagila.
(A lone voice whispers)
In ancient Babylon
I once stood alone and mixed fire
Iron and clay
All day
Creating a spell
To entice
My only light
To come my way
Sent merchandise of gold and silver
To her
The Pythoness of Endor
Hidden in dark woods
Over the deepest of rivers
Bundles of finest fresh linens and purple silk
To satisfy her and her ilk
Citron wood and every kind of object
I could ever find
Made of white ivory and black marble
Whenever I could
No matter the expense
Incense sticks
And scented Egyptian Candlesticks
Made of expensive Frankincense
Delicious crates of red wine
Bamboo baskets filled with white flour and yellow wheat
Fields of fat cattle and herds of baying sheep
Priceless trained horses and golden inlaid chariots
New slaves of broken souls
Lascivious ladies and ravenous men
To do her bidding
Even acts of depravity
Linked to the forbidden
For the fruit of my soul
And to be joined to her again
A bright light I once saw
On a seemingly endless night
But in the year 323
When my leader
Alexander the Great
At only 32
Died and was eternally set free
In the opulent palace of Nebuchadrezzar
She
The lady of the wild woods
The Pythoness of Endor
Cursed me to chase her
Forever
The Queen
I once conjured by fire Iron and clay
So today In the 21st century
Her I still chase
Since eternal life
Is now my only penitentiary
My only great living version
Of Babylon of old
When I desired to sire
A queen I once met
Dancing
The Raqs Sharqi
So fiercely
That her raw beauty
I can never forget
Adorned in soft crimson and glittering purple linen
Clad in silver
Wearing gold and shining diamond stone earrings
Reborn into the likes of Badiaa Masabni
It's why I still chase her
If I could confess
For underneath
Beneath all things linked
to trying to achieve immortal strength
It's why now
To seek her out
Once more
I always choose to break free
From the external grip
Of The Valley of Death
(C)Copyright John Duffy
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Sunday, June 23, 2024
Political Obsession
Throughout history, those obsessed with gaining power litter history books.
Blinded by ambition, they usually sacrifice, lie and gaslight their way to the top.
Looking at politics today, do a good few still drink or seek a sip
Of its all consuming wine?
Who do you think is the next dictator, who will go down in history?
Title:
Political Obsession
Like a sad scene from Macbeth
By William Shakespeare in 1606
Do those seeking control
Suffer cognitive decline
As they drink or seek a sip
Of Dictatorship Wine
To get drunk
Totally obsessed with political ambitious tricks
While seeking powers
Absolute taste
As the world around them
Where innocent people die in huge numbers and social economic structures
Collapses
Quickly going to waste
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Images shared under fair usage policy.
The reason for the first two images:
USA holds so much power in the world and influence.
There is no reflection on the two personalities in the images.
Just a reflection of the many society posts on social media.
X (Twitter), YouTube and other prominent channels.
Moral of the piece.
Let’s find a way to stop bad actors taking office and learn from the past.
And if we do have someone bad in office, find a better way than war and aggressive confrontations, to remove them.
Or the past could repeat itself.
Salute.
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