Will you join my Children of The Lang Nag?

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Will you join my Children of The Lang Nag?

(A lone voice whispers)

Will you follow me blindly 

Into the very dark

Labyrinths of The Eternal Mind

To sneak past the Monarch of Future Past

Mankind 

And all things that last

My lonesome child

My divine one

Will you call to me

And whisper

If you're lonely 

Seeking fun

For you've always 

Known me

Veni ad me

(Come to me)

Veni ad me

(Come to me)

 Accipe me

(Take me)

And on that day 

In every way 

I'll be the first and last thing you'll see

As you walk

Neck deep 

Into my ancient

radiant still deep waters

While Mother Moon smiles as you are consumed

To join my Children of The Lang Nag

(Long Night)

In one of my many side rooms

To dance round my pagan campfires 

As my rhythmic music and a symphony of voices surrounds and regale you

With wild stories 

Of The Mawk’akuna

(The Old Ones)

For time will die and expire like a hunter's doe

In my endless forest 

As your soul 

So hungry 

I'll nourish 

So will you summon me and whisper

Veni ad me

Veni ad me

Accipe me

And enter my Midsummer's Night's Dream

Where everything dances to a new tune

My tune 

In my mythical realms

Of The Great In-Between

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

The Dance of The Lampyridae

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 The Dance of The Lampyridae

We once danced like the glowing Lampyridae

Bathing in the molten heat of a new fire

While walking hand in hand 

Down loves panoramic highways

Flames of belonging and such sensuous fire 

Lit and consumed our aura's

But when the winter of our love season arrived 

With the familiar sound of jingle bells

Announcing our Oak wedding anniversary 

On that particular sunrise 

On December the fifth

That mesmerising spell broke like the mythical Sword of Elendil

And my world 

Shattered

So blue is my new season watching the midnight Lampyridae dance 

In the silvery moonlight

Like a young Gene Kelly and Rita Hayworth

As we once did

While my life slowly drifts

South

After I lost you

My world and the only thing that once mattered

Wandering lost in my mind's so many labyrinths filled with our hieroglyphs

As I stand alone on 

Death's high cliff

When I remember that first beautiful night  

We met

When our souls were ordained in God's light

 (C)

Copyright John Duffy

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The Oneironaut

A person who explores dream worlds, usually associated with lucid dreams?

Do you lucid dream?

(A lone voice whispers)

Through the blue portal of slumber

Into the Abyss of Dreams

I've wondered 

To live in one of my other lives without number

To see strange people

Hear new music

And all things as they come into sight

I've seen angels and demons

Felt love a light

Prayed for daybreak as darkness shrieked 

Into the long night

Walked in knee high rivers of madness 

Watched grey skies filled with rolling purple clouds of sadness

Rain on empty cities 

Below

I've flown

High up into the skies

Seen people once dead

Smile 

As when I last saw them

When to life

They were wed

With its illuminated flame

Seen the Dark Schism 

Where the darkness hides and rolls its dice 

As it takes aim

At the profane 

Unfathomable things with no name

Sat with lines of people

And talked into the night about the need for spirit cleansing

And to keep

Reinvention 

As your souls only goal and transformation 

Heard whispers and cries

Rise

Like thunder 

In lightning filled skies

Ran through wild forest

Chased by Sisters of the Grove

For they knew I lived

So left their Cove

Found love in the arms of a lady I once knew

But now cut through

Like dead branches 

It's a place I adore

When I appear

And always pray to go to

I've drunk deep from Pandora's fountain 

Tasted raw pain 

As I stood in gigantic mountains in never-ending rain

Walked with Kings

Princes 

Queens and normal folk

Been a leader

And the class fool

The village joke

And when morning calls

As I'm summoned to walk

The smoke filled tapestried 

halls

Of Morpheus the Greek

Who watches

Hanging like a painting on the yellow and alabaster walls

I try to recall all I've seen

While visiting 

The Great In-Between

The sounds

The people

Walking its grounds

Then I remember 

In 24 hours

I return again

To the smoke filled Vista

Filled with people and things that may have once lived

Or existed 

And step back through the veil of the Blue Portal

To once more live again

24 hours 

Of being mortal

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

        

Memories of Lucy Mountbatten

(A lone voice whispers)

From Heavens thunderbolt

Igniting my eyes alight

Like the burning nebulous envelope 

Around the nucleus of Halley's Comet 

That night

In 85

When I finally came alive

And opened my eyes

Thinking

What strange powers unseen 

Did the Olde Gods use to create her 

To walk

Unashamed 

In the midst of mortal man

With a sweet volcano 

Of such raging seductive fire

That never tires

Elevated to new heights of sensuality by a delicate touch of divinity 

Which exists within all her fingertips

With such power 

With a softness to beguile

If you allow her 

To touch you 

With such supernatural style 

I still remember her alluring eyes of honeydew 

So deep 

Spelunker's would weep

Skin and lips

So soft

Descartes

Would confuse

Science with maths

Towpaths and footpaths

Must have filled Heavens chorus lines

With angels to watch

When his new creation stepped out of the endless evolutionary lines

And into the presence of The Great Divine

My tears still fall like black rocks into a bottomless lake 

Leaving me stagnant 

In it's grey wake

When I look back

And reminisce 

About our last kiss

For my Queen

Lucy Mountbatten

Still lives within me

With profound passion 

For even though she was took out by the assassin

Sent by King Samhain

Our sweet love will never go out of fashion 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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The Dominions

 

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The Dominions

(A lone voice whispers)

Weeping

Angels like us

The Dominions

Watching and praying

In the ethereal dust

As mankind sins

Open up our feathered wings

To offer hope to those

Who hears 

these lines

Our presence brings

As we sing

We offer hope and eternal glory 

        

To those 

Who want to rewrite

Their life story 

To just helping the broken heal 

As we stand

Just hidden 

From your vision

Concealed 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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