Penitentiary Dreams

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(A lone voice whispers)

I still miss your bright white smile

My living breathing Calliope

Every night 

Like I miss our first kiss at the fairground 

On that old Merry-go-round 

For they always appear as bright beams of luminous glorious lights

Shooting from the deep depths

Of a faraway Heaven

Your warmth and guile

Satisfying my manifestation of love

Given birth of creation 

Once by the Mighty Creator

Here on Earth

A glowing towering beacon to help push back 

The hordes called Legion

Prowling like hyenas

In the darkness

Around me

For you were

And always will be 

My daily taste of gladness

A philosopher who too has seen and tasted 

The wild beast wine 

Of anxiety and madness

So now I call out to you from this wild wood

Where my prison is as I am stood 

This wild forsaken place where loveless things 

In the dark shadows slither and crawl

Tormenting us all 

As we all bang tin cups on our prison walls

Stalking memories alone in uneven lines

Like a lone feral grey wolf pines

Throughout this paranormal neighbourhood 

For with you died

Like so many in here who cry

My spark of life

My ecstatic joyful Sun

My bringer of serenity and jest

So in here in my southwest cobwebbed-filled hut

As other prison cells in Desolation Row

Ring out

Like thunder

In a rising crescendo of shrieks of pain and anguish

As we all 

Self-punish

Walking the Green Mile down Memory Road

Remember me before the last harvest

Before you get old

So I can be paroled

Light a white candle 

In your mind's eyes

See our first kiss with love at that fairground 

Sat on that Merry-go-round

 

Beneath that undulating red ocean of pain

Crashing like endless Pacific tides 

Maybe again and again

So that I may still live

If only for a moment

For what I wouldn't give

Now

To breathe once more

To open and walkthrough

That old marital front door

If only for one hour

But as these loud voices  

Surrounding me get louder

And grow in power

As tin prison cups

Relentlessly bang

Like dark country drums

Hour by hour

With sounds like exploding gunpowder on black bars of illusion 

As I look out for you

From my window

In my cave

My penitentiary 

Here in my own watchtower

For 

My thousand-named queen

My rare

Middlemist Red flower

This broken piece of your soul awaits

To be reunited 

To bring peace

When your presence in The Great In-Between

Opens his cell door

As if by magic 

So he can 

Scream no more

But walk home

Into the bright lights

With the only love 

He adores

Both striding 

Powerfully 

Hand in hand

To enter into

Evermore 

To be refined like silver

Escaping 

The Last Great Reaping and Rapture

Of the Prince 

Who is to come

To build Dissolution

Row everywhere 

For all he captures

Remember me

Your Luca 

Your number 1

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

The Call of Exo

 A mythical supernatural short poetic monologue, for those who enjoy, semi long reads.

Salute.

The Call of Exo

(A lone voice whispers)

Have you ever tasted the sour black wine

Of trying to live a life of separation in lands of desolation 

One filled with an erratic marching Mariachi band

Playing the Vihuela and Guitarrón

Taking turns 

Singing in rhymes 

About your pain

As they play on

About living a life with nothing to gain

Surrounded by Kukulan dark soldiers 

Of an unseen nation

From The Great In-Between

Chanting mantra's of shame with a sabbatical of 

Coniunge ordines nostros et inveniet libertatem

Coniunge ordines nostros et inveniet libertatem

(Join our ranks and find freedom)

(Join our ranks and find freedom)

Living a new life without any seemingly form of emancipation 

Blamed

Like a new Eve

For all bad things

Conceived

Lost in a schism of time

Hovering like a hummingbird

Between the fluctuating streams of two worlds

The Old and New

As they burn

Like green and blue

paper cups

Filled with broken dreams

Of love

Hope and peace

Even yellow cups of sadness with no sight of escape or release 

This prophetic dream

Of a Paradise Lost 

Like Milton

I was shut down with every night as my soul was unwritten 

Like a clone of Nikola Tesla who once dreamed of making it

As his patents were forbidden 

And as I now shudder in this cold while that familiar story 

Like a dark Hollywood picture show 

Unfolds

There is a new voice calling like a siren

An original voice 

Summoning my soul

With soft sounds

I hear whispering in my centrepiece

Llámame y vendré

Llámame y vendré

(Call me, and I'll come)

(Call me and I'll come)

Over and over 

A voice crawling all over and haunting my inner place 

Of grey walls

In the Void 

As it slowly calls 

Llámame y vendré

Llámame y vendré

Echoing

With hope's desires and all-consoling dreams

As the Kukulan dark soldiers 

Retreat and scream

Unctus Tu ad nos pertinent Equites in Aeternum Pulvis 

Unctus Tu ad nos pertinent Equites in Aeternum Pulvis 

(L)

(Anointed Thou belongs to us Knights in the Eternal Dust)

(Anointed Thou belongs to us Knights in the Eternal Dust)

As they come to know

Their calls 

I no longer trust 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

    

The City called Forgiveness

(A lone voice whispers)

In the deepest of silence

Each night

I walk into my own created Maelstrom

Like a brave Wyatt Earp on Fremont Street

As memories of you return as my tired heart still beats

With a slight shiver running like a young Usain Bolt

Up and down my weary spine

The air always fills with that so familiar pulsating scent

Of CHANEL N°5

As I feel your old presence 

And visually embrace 

All those lingering thoughts and images 

Which come alive

Of everywhere

We once went

Like to Malibu 

Spain or France

And when I look into our old bathroom mirror

I can still see familiar dark eyes looking back

Asking me to dance

Which carries your sweet smile

One heaven sent 

But when those loving  sensations slowly fade

And life winds

Once more blows

More pain 

My way

Like a wild hurricane 

Just know

My crow-haired twin

In my Eternal White Room

I carry you 

Deep inside

Wherever I go

For your husky voice

Always 

Always

Rides and rules

My internal highways 

Like a reborn Gail in a

New Sin City

A place I call now

Forgiveness

When doubt calls

And I feel guilty

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Do you believe in Spirit Guides?

 (An Enochian, Whispers.)

I'm the low whisper 

Heard faintly

In the frequencies 

In-between

The soul changing winds Of metamorphosis 

To guide you from sin

If you let my voice in

Love songs

I softly sing 

To help lovers 

Find their twin

I'm the open ocean

For some to swim in

The heat to defeat cold emotions 

And although I walk in silence

Between the spaces In-between

I'm the loudest voice 

Ever heard or seen

The King or Queen 

Who's as strong as steel

The gleam in a new midnight sky

A treasure

Yours to find and hold on to

Before you die

The sweet smile on your soft lips

That shiver across your spine

Like the touch 

Of a lone fingertip

The reflection in your mirrors eyes 

The blessing to be found

Behind

Whenever you've cried

A heavenly gift that never sleeps 

Overground

The sound you'll hear 

When you pray 

Who's always around

For I'm endless

And so profound

The lone walker 

In the Underground Stream

Whenever you dream

The seed you'll need to know

To grow 

The purple flower

In the middle 

Of your life's stream

Who follows you

Wherever you go

I bring faith with me

As a free gift

For you to always believe 

To cure 

And relieve 

If you need a lift

And though you cannot see me

I sail behind you 

Upon your lifes many tides

Some soft

Some wild

For it's all just a brief ride

A secret friend

Bestowed from up High

Glad to meet you

And someday we'll meet

For I'm your eternal

Spirit Guide

(C)

Copyright John Duffy  

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The Monologue of David

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(A lone voice whispers)

Although 

The Divine Pacatari

Took me tragically over the precarious edge 

Of the final dark mountain

To cross the Silver Bridge 

To witness Heaven's illustrious 

Beautiful fountains

While Star Child Orion

Watched in such profound sadness

From so far away

Riding the endless night sky

So high

With the sacred White Universal Mare 

Rode by Uriel 

Watching

In the Celestial Garden

As I look up in this thin fading air and patiently stare

Into the deep colours revolving like spinning tops in this abyss 

I know and pray 

We will be reunited in another lifetime

On another glorious day

To sparkle in such bliss 

Like a rare pair of twinkling diamonds

To prance and dance 

So close together

Like the tiny particles found in red wine

In the Holy Silver Communion Cup 

For even though fire and ice

Death and sometimes the misery of time

Will try to destroy our love

These feelings

Will never stop

For ours was just a brief rehearsal

In this lifetime 

Not a farewell from The Eternal Circle

For our love story will live on

Forever

In a place beyond worlds

In quantum realms 

Places unseen

And when you awaken in the half-light of lucid dreams

In the deep Realms of Sleep

I shall return 

In my only wedding suit

For nothing is truly lost

And even though love has a high price

We will walk 

Together again

Hand in hand 

So soon

One night

The cost of our reunion

Will be our secret reminder

A unique revelation

In the pristine Harvest Moon

For we are all but just

Golden leaves

Spice 

Blown by ravenous thunder 

In God's never-ending Monsoon

For I now know

No one weeps

When reunited in the Labyrinth of Sleep

To be remarried

In The Great In-Between

For living a mortal life

Is just the start of a new honeymoon 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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The Dream Bringer. The Monologue of Morpheus the Greek.

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(A lone voice whispers)

I watch unseen

From The Great In-Between 

Carrying your heart's dreams

In my brown and blue suitcase 

Filled to the seam

And when the daylight sun lays to rest and the night stars

Look down for souls to mark and Illuminate, ready to confess 

I appear sparkling like rare diamonds through a purple portal in time and space

To open my brown and blue suitcase 

And quietly whisper

Mortal

Take these dreams as yours

As you run your race

Fear not failure 

Or feelings of disgrace

Which might take you 

To a hard place 

But revel in the freedom 

My dreams will bring

Be them good

Or filled with sin

For either way, 

They'll help your soul 

Sing

And with a transmutation spell

I then disappear 

Back to The Great In-Between 

To watch the night stars

Looking down for souls ready to be marked and illuminated

As they plead to confess 

So I can then appear

To help those 

Who might feel low

Or oppressed

Rise up with all they possess 

As my dreams

In their tired minds

Slowly unravel and take off their dress

So they can never be by Darkness 

Tethered and 

Conquered

For I'm just one

Of the universes many good shepherds

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

The Prophet Of Dumaz Speaks

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Hey you

You do realize 

You picked this life 

Before you were born

All the people you've met

Loved 

Hated

Family

Friends

Lovers

Situations

Hardships

Encountered

In whatever nation

When you signed your soul's timeline

Up high

Somewhere

In the Deep Divine

It may be a strange thing 

Knowing this

But consoling

All the same 

In a bizarre way

Souls

Some say

Need to face 

Trials and tribulations 

To soar higher

To be refined

So maybe

What you're presently 

Going through

Is a journey of love or pain

You

Yes

You

Have already planned

To go through 

Again

So view challenges 

In a new way

Don't be daunted 

Scared or swayed 

Face them with courage

And fortitude 

For to not do so

This time around

Would be rude

Or you could just crumble

And turn to dust

Only to ask 

For the same experience 

Again 

With your soul

Entombed in a new husk

So trust your instincts

And I hope and pray

This got you thinking 

That all you're enduring 

You've asked for

Even knowing me 

Via this poetic review

To remind you

Keep going

You still have

So much to do 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Confessionalism of The Soothsayer

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Am I cursed like poor Orpheus

The son of Apollo

To just wander through life

Wasting my time

Cursed by the Three Crones 

To now write rhymes 

For just you

Who I silently 

Follow

Writing about love and sorrow

Whilst hid in my hollow

 For only

Two invisible pennies

 Or dimes

 Because my Goddess 

 Divine has called

 In all my sins

To be tormented in every way 

Like Orpheus by the Maenads 

To play

With this as punishment 

For all my eternal crimes

 Every night

 Or at the break of morning 

I'm now doomed

To write

Sometimes 

In darkness 

Sometimes in light

Writing for my soul

For my freedom 

To really see

Unlocking old mysteries

Hidden deep within me 

To take back control

Using secretive newly found keys 

To mysterious occult doors

To traverse through 

Strange literature about inner kingdoms 

As I now speak to you

The silent viewers

Hiding cleverly amongst life's many moors

Hidden in the vastness of The Universe or simply forgotten kin

Or quiet fallen watchers 

Parading silently

Through my paradigms of words or simply perusing 

In my inspired biosphere 

Am I but one of the many cursed 

Maybe like you 

Too

 To walk at the front like a brave foot soldier or simply following

Like a loyal Bannerman 

Coerced beyond belief 

To seek continuous relief

Is that why I 

Perhaps like you 

Always now write

For sleep doesn't come easy to us two

Walking these precarious tightropes

At midnight

Filled with such unknown delicious and sometimes devilish mysteries 

 Now cast me

 My two invisible pennies 

 Or dimes

By reading on with those eager eyes 

As I serve my penance 

For all my own earthly crimes 

Urging you to absorb all my otherworldly experiences while you read

With unrestrained greed

For know

 All our mistakes and crimes 

Are to be judged by our own

Head Watchman 

Our own judge and jury

When it's our time

No matter what you've got 

Or where you go 

And it’s why I now saunter through life

Perpetually seeking salvation to be un- dammed

Spreading inspiration through through words

Painting tapestries created within carefully selected adjectives and verbs

Before I meet the primordial and eternal king and prepare to be judged as I pray and hold my nerve 

In the apex of the all the universe 

Where used up stars fall like molten snow as golden bells sing a soft melody 

Who the faint whispers tell me is called the Tall Man 

The ruler of all 

Who are tainted to live within realms of neverending jeopardy

Copyright John Duffy

Confessionalism of The Soothsayer

(A lone voice whispers)

Am I cursed like poor Orpheus

The son of Apollo

To just wander through life

Wasting my time

 

Cursed by the Three Crones 

To now write rhymes 

For just you

Who I silently 

Follow

Writing about love and sorrow

Whilst hid in my hollow

 

 For only

Two invisible pennies

 Or dimes

 Because my Goddess 

 Divine has called

 In all my sins

To be tormented in every way 

Like Orpheus by the Maenads 

To play

 With this as punishment 

 For all my eternal crimes

 Every night

 Or at the break of morning 

I'm now doomed

To write

 

 Sometimes 

 In darkness 

 Sometimes in light

 

 Writing for my soul

 

 For my freedom 

 To really see

 

Unlocking old mysteries

Hidden deep within me 

To take back control

Using secretive newly found keys 

To mysterious occult doors

 

To traverse through 

Strange literature about inner kingdoms 

As I now speak to you

The silent viewers

Hiding cleverly amongst life's many moors

 Hidden in the vastness of 

 The Universe or

 Simply forgotten kin

 Or quiet fallen watchers 

 Parading silently

 Through my paradigms of words or simply perusing 

 In my inspired biosphere 

 Am I but one of the many cursed 

Maybe like you 

Too

 To walk at the front like a brave foot soldier or simply following

Like a loyal Bannerman 

Coerced beyond belief 

To seek continuous relief

 

Is that why I 

Perhaps like you 

Always now write

For sleep doesn't come easy to us two

Walking these precarious tightropes

At midnight

 

Filled with such unknown delicious and sometimes devilish 

Mysteries 

 Now cast me

 My two invisible pennies 

 Or dimes

By reading on with those eager eyes 

 

 As I serve my penance 

For all my own earthly crimes 

Urging you to absorb all my otherworldly experiences while you read

With unrestrained greed

 

For know

 All our mistakes and crimes 

Are to be judged by our own

Head Watchman 

 

Our own judge and jury

When it's our time

No matter what you've got 

Or where you go 

And it’s why I now saunter through life

Perpetually seeking salvation to be un- dammed

Spreading inspiration through through words

Painting tapestries created within carefully selected adjectives and verbs

Before I meet primordial and eternal king

In the apex of the all the universe 

Where used up stars fall like molten snow as his golden bells sing a soft melody 

As it's eyes glows

Who the faint whispers tell me

Is called the Tall Man 

The ruler of all who are tainted to live within realms of jeopardy

Copyright John Duffy 

Memories

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Memories 

In the silence of it

Does it still make you smile

If so 

Treasure it

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

The Invitation

 

I rather like creating supernatural pieces, littered with light and dark references.

I just have a strange ethereal kaleidoscope, I use to describe emotional driven poetic short stories. 

Are the stories just whispering voices in the darkness from the Great In-Between?

Are they reflective in nature? 

I suppose it's just a reflection of how I see humanity shaped. 

We each have our own individual styles. 

Mine are all poetic monologues in essence.

For to know and treasure the light of happiness when it comes, we need to have drunk a sip from darkness hot liquor.

To then stand tall in front of all. 

Without a flicker and accept Loves Invitation 

Whenever it's presented! 

Salute. 

Title:

The Invitation. 

Let me in

I whisper in the darkness.

Across deep blue oceans and rocky yellow sandy shores

To warm you my new love

For I am so hot

Let my whispered dark spells

Carried by grey smoke in the gushing four winds

Reach those once frozen tears

Falling from those beautiful eyes and reach deep into your lonely heart.

Feel its red flame

Crimson

As it engulfs you with total ease

Hot to the touch like fire

So addictive and seductively consuming

But beware

When it touches humans

Some are forever emotionally 

Ruined

Like a rare expensive bottle of red wine

Bestowed from the dark places unvisited 

Let me melt those cold glaciers that surround you with soul-warming fires

Burning and spinning within my endless dark eyes

Feel the heat from my hands on your chest

The breath of my mouth

Tasting each word as your soul opens up 

Its dark doors and pleads to confess

No more to wait

But to climb my red ladder out of the darkness of Naamah's 

Endless grey void

Before your beautiful soul is tainted and stands inline 

With so many others who make a mockery of emotions

Before they are destroyed 

No more to lie frozen under heartbroken spells

Conjured by dark shadows 

From leather-bound grimoires from the Lesser Key of Solomon

As you bathe in deep silence under a darkened purple-hued sky

Let that flame that once flickered so low but never really died

Those discarded old dreams which once laid forgotten in old days and lonely nights

Come back to life 

As I force back Damballa's darkness with my shining Astral knife

Are you kneeling naked and vulnerable in your red room

Awaiting my soft touch

Can I baptise you like Saint John the Baptist

To walk knee-deep into new seas of Galilee

Is that low spark of Longing

On fire in your centre

Your precious divine spiritual altar

Aflame and burning so bright

Are you ready to get drunk on this lascivious potion 

I always carry

Stolen from the encampments on the perilous mountains of Asmodeus

Called Mother Temptation 

Will you drink and feel the burn

To melt as all those old once hidden feelings 

Slowly return

Will you then sleep unfrozen as they creep in

Is it then you will ask me

In hushed soft whispers to take you under and whisper new red love spells

To listen as you then slowly confess 

As your soul no longer weeps 

Just say yes

And acquiesce

My new muse

I'll be that willing shoulder and ear to listen

As all your previous fears have a means to be expressed

As your eyes shine in a new half-light and begin to glisten

Copyright John Duffy

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