Are you a slave to the invisible system?

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Hey you 

Are you a slave to the invisible system

Just another unknowing

Victim 

Who works 8 to live 4

48 hours to enjoy twenty four

Sleep five before you go out the door

To a thirty minute meal

And think it's a steal 

For two weeks in the hot sun

Is that

My silent viewer

How in this lifetime 

You run

Dreaming to work

Until you retire

Then too old 

To do all the things

You once dreamed of

Or desired

Let this poem ignite your inner fire

Break the chains of invisible indentured slavery

Find a new way

To live your life free

With bravery

Give the invisible system

A smile

And learn to play dirty

Holiday more

Dream bigger

Open a door to love

Create music

Write a book or even a piece of poetry 

So live a real life 

Use it

For one day

You'll be too sick

To take risks

Just old and tired

Filled with dreams and desires

Waiting for

Old Nick 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Egyptian Dreams

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Dare you read the Binding Spell?

 

Remiel. The Angel of Hope.

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אשלם

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Every night

Before I dream

I silently command my

Spirit Guides and Guardian Angels

With a silent אשלם

(I surrender)

To take me beyond the

Black Darkness

I always see

As I close my deep brown eyes

To use their invisible hands

To tear away the dark rim

Before my ever watchful

Twin pyres

To show me

The real mysteries 

People and places

What lies truly beyond

For me

To venture into newer

Undiscovered lands

To see

The bright lights of the two suns

The quartet of multicoloured rainbows.

Illuminating a purple-hued sky

A place where no one

No longer dies

A paradise of ever swirling winds of a whispered profound love

Filled with scents of the sublime 

Perpetually

Emanating from a deep divine

Just always watching from

High up Above

A sanctuary lost forever

To many of the living

Within the forgiving reeds of time

For they lack the will to summon it so

A place to be reunited

With dear old family or friends

Who never made it to the end

To go and sit beside the ever-flowing

Holy River

And then

Watch through a silver

Scrying Mirror

As the real world

Slowly disappears

To walk through luscious

Green grass to the

Eternal City

To embrace a new realm

Free from fears

Or pity

This I beseech the Silent Dark

Before once again I am lost

For a few hours

As I reluctantly board

Morpheus's Dark Ark

Of Dreams

Filled with other

Summoners of אשלם

To then step silently into

Newly conjured

Worlds

Unseen

To travel once again

To see her

The girl of my dreams

Who always waits

For me

With crow like hair

Ruby red lips

And to die for eyes of such intense beauty

I just utter אשלם

In her presence 

By her white gatepost 

In the Great-Inbetween

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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INPERFECTUS (L)

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(A lone voice whispers)

There's an unfinished part of me 

Hidden away deep

In my compartmental zone

That sees a broken heart

Whenever I dream

Sitting all alone

On her own

Over the blue oceans 

Now that we're are apart and each one of us 

Silently cries

Lost in a world wind of painful emotions 

As strange circumstances 

Dance in a swirling frenzy 

Mirroring The Red Death like in a crazy surreal scene 

From Shakespeare's Macbeth 

But to have known her love 

To have felt it

And dwelt somewhere deep inside her 

I feel truly blessed

So here's my only message to The Almighty 

My souls alpha and omega prayer

The next time around

Bring me closer to my true love 

Just somewhere 

So we can restart 

Hand in hand 

Together 

And no longer suffer

The internal agonies

Of twin broken hearts

So we can be bound together forever

In poetry and music 

Whatever the weather

As each other 

Is finally

In the flesh 

Found

This I call to the Lord

My Almighty 

For without her love

This hard life

Is so confusing 

At that's why I pray every night

Reminiscing about those beautiful days

When I first met her

All dressed in blue

In Caesars Palace

In 1980

When she stepped into my view 

As we queued

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

A Stranger in a Strange Land

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A Stranger in a Strange Land

(A lone voice whispers)

I once walked like a yearning Robert A. Heinlein

A Stranger in a Strange Land 

Into drifting clouds of blue smoke

In The Dangerous Off-Limits Zone

In the deserted Lands of Kem

That would make any mortal die or choke

In search of deep prose

Clutching my grandfather's old pen 

Like a lone messenger from The Pulsars

Sent from so far 

To find inspiration

To write a transcript of humanities development and extraterrestrial intervention

Stories of the Hopi

That linked the Lemurians to The Dogon and The Atlanteans

And then I met you

Sigma 8

My first contact from The Secret Circle of Nine

The true queen of all things between us

A shining star

From the very stately

Proxima Centauri

A Starchild once spoken of in The Lost Chapters of Enoch

The Shadow Walker between the Lost Moons of all Solar Systems

The bright thunderbolt of unspoken Gods

Who always were

A universal force worshipped in all secret underground kingdoms

If only they knew

Then you stole the centre of my aura

My heavenly bestowed light

That wonderful night 

When you let me undress your body and soul

By taking off your sparkling diamond-encrusted tiara

So here I am again

Looking for you

My love 

In these lost Lands of Kem

Walking the lonely desert Nexus Line 

By the flowing fast twin on rivers of The Sacred Kolbrin

Waiting to see

If it's you 

I see in the distance 

While these primordial wild dogs before me

Stalking me 

In the bushes

Scavenging for food 

Pine

Praying inwardly

That the Universe once again brings me

You

Sigma 8

The Shadow Walker

From Alpha Centauri's 

Triple star system

In the southern constellation of Centaurus

As these dark clouds whisper and rumble

Fere nostro tempore volvere est

(It's nearly our time to roll in)

(C) 

Copyright John Duffy

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What do you see When you look really deep Into the Mirrors of Time

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The Poetess

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Salute 
 

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