. Poetry from The Great In-Between

Sunday, September 8, 2024

Have you taken her mark yet?

 

Press play.


(A lone voice whispers)


Take these few words as my blade


My Athame


To take my mark
To be my eternal slave


Wherever you sit or lay Beyond the stars


For I'll help mend all your scars
Keep your deep secrets


Help you breathe in deeply
To quell the screaming


So you can revel and grow
In my new experiences


As your soul drifts
Through words


Like the Mary Celeste and starts singing


Never to feel empty
Or lonely


For I'll help you make it Through each and every night


So make my mark
On your astral skin


Think of Poetry
And welcome me in


And we'll have each other
Every day and night


So it'll be alright
I'll help you
Win


For you're everything I need And everything I want


A new flame to join


The many others 

I helped to blaze and see


So conjure me with


"Sume animam meam
Calliopea"


(Take my soul
Calliope)


And I'll be with you
Always


So mote it be

(C) Copyright John Duffy

Echo's in the Long Night of the Soul


(A lone voice whispers)


Like a visceral arrow

Of golden luminosity


My heart

Shattered and exploded


When we once

Spoke in hushed secretive

Lullabies


Two strangers who

Through synchronicity

First met


While Times eternal candle

Slowly burnt and eroded


As we mentally entwined and

Eventually, metaphysically

Became as one


With a long deep French

Spiritual kiss


In the dying embers of

Midnight's burning desire


We consummated our union

Blessed by the silvery rays

Of the midnight sun


And as we dreamt in-between


We became married lovers forever

A rekindling of a rebirth


A new reunion


Now

Protected and just blessed

Wherever and

Whenever we slept


Beautiful angels watching

Hidden in the cosmic dust

Just hidden from sight


Sang a melodic

Symphony of Amor

Just for us


To be the eternal seducer's

Of the body and mind


Throughout the darkest of

Long nights


And as we pondered

Our brief moment in

Eternity


We caressed Father's Times

Interest


And he held back his long reach


When we made plans

For the future


Conversing

In the early morning afterglow


As our now

Newly connected minds


Walked together on the velvety


Soft yellow sands of unknown

Beaches


Our hearts must have been beating

Within an all-consuming singularity


As we smiled

And held each other's soft gaze


Free from all

Beguiling members

Of society


We each silently wondered

Could this be the one?


For

Love ignites a tempestuous

Magnificent fire


Of such an intense magnitude


That we are either consumed

Willingly by its glorious

Crimson flames


Or burnt forever


But still, we seek it out

For we must!


For

It's simply

An old escape


A magnificent treasure

Bestowed from high above


A simple true spiritual gift


May you receive it at least once

Within your lifetime


Like a blazing arrow of

Golden luminosity


May it at least once

Pierce your beating

Beautiful heart


Once upon your long

Perilous journey home


Setting your soul on fire

And helping your soul to atone


From all your wrongdoings and misdeeds


For some say


It's

Like a strange

Philosophers Stone


Has its visceral arrow

Found you yet


And are you but another

Just walking blinded and


Love drunk on its

Hypnotic all consuming mead


As you stumble through

Father Times' ever-changing meadows


As he smiles and watches


Just hidden in the long reeds

Of time


As you ride one of his many

Wild evocative


Crimson and white

Horses


I hope so



I can only hope and pray you find the courage to let all your fears go


To find the one who

Drinks from your soul


Copyright John Duffy

Saturday, September 7, 2024

Donadagohvi

Press Play.


(A lone voice whispers)


Until we meet again

Let us we carry each other deep 


Inside

Wherever we go


Through the Spring

Summer 

Autumn and cold Winters snow


For while we breathe as the moon rises and the sun still shines


Remembering to cherish the memories and peace before grief arrived 


Smiling like a common thief


Donadagohvi

Until we meet again

Look to the sky


For as long as the rivers flow

Please let us know peace

For our love was foreordain


And that love will never die


Donadagohvi

Until we meet again


For there are never any goodbyes


(C) Copyright John Duffy 


Donadagohvi


Cherokee: 

Until we meet again

 

Thursday, September 5, 2024

Late Night Whispers

(A lone voice whispers)


I once knew a beautiful woman's name


Called Josephine 


A lady who I met

While trying to escape the matrix of the mundane 


While dancing online

Like Margot Fontey

In the cyber rain


In time

She became my true guardian 


My goddess

My white cross to bear


Who freed me like Moses

From years of pain


My midnight sky

Who parted my Red Sea


Who loved me

With every beat of my

Once lonely heart


The only dark temptation 

I dared to taste


The only risk

I chose to take


And so we were happy as Larry and Saint Clare 


But then 

From nowhere 


Mister Misery 

Appeared

From somewhere 


To claim all I 

Held so dear 


The night sky 

Once filled with silvery stars


Turned black as obsidian 

With no moon


My tears 

Once happy

Fell relentlessly like a Monsoon 


But then ten months ago


Just last June

Something came shining through


Like Venus 

The Morning Star


From afar

And my higher-self said what to do


A perfumed musky letter appeared 

Right out-of-the-blue saying in Spanish 


Lo siento mucho

Corrí porque llevaba a tu hijo

y estaba asustado 

tu dirías adios

¿Puedo volver con mi dulce pequeño Rafael? 


Entonces podemos empezar de nuevo


(I'm so sorry

I ran because I was carrying your child


And was frightened 

You would say goodbye


Can I come back with my sweet little Rafael? 


So we can start again)

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 


Tuesday, September 3, 2024

Penitentiary Dreams

Press Play 


(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

Monday, September 2, 2024

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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Sunday, September 1, 2024

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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