. Poetry from The Great In-Between

Saturday, September 14, 2024

Argento

 



(A lone voice whispers)


In this new spiritual war, 

I've searched


So many once long forgotten rooms 


Hidden in this cathedral of my mind


My old worldly kingdom


Looked in faded memory tombs


For freedom


Visited death and birth

Laughter and mirth


Mementos of life on Earth 


Endless light

And dark cloaks


Worn by

Recollections

Of folks


Invoked


Now 

I'm here 

 

Standing like a lighthouse 


Before all the oncoming

All consuming darkness 


By this 

Always burning 

Old Oak tree


The only truths

I now know


Sharpened by the Blacksmiths 


Of Time's

Anvils


As it flows

Like poetry by

Oscar Wilde


And it's why 

My soul


Now bleeds

In rhymes and cries 


Looking down to the walking flesh coffins

Beyond 


Filled to the brim

With greed and sin


Just awaiting a home

When gravediggers


Are summoned 

By lone priests


To dig


I've watched love turn to hate and burnt to ash 


As foolish lovers

Took the Devil's cold cash


Looked upon empty bedrooms 


As angels were cast out by new practices

From loving homes


Seen red roses

Crushed in concrete

To never regrow 


As their leaves 

Withered in sorry defeat

In the ethereal snow


Saw Straw Men

In red clouds 


Ride in

Smiling


To rain down on those 

Praying to sin


But through it all


No matter how many

Pieces have to fall


The only truth that matters


Is to have faith

In whatever religion 

You believe in


To break the bullpen 

 

So You'll know when to protect yourself 


To never choke again


For one day 

We


The true believers

Will stand 


Shoulder to shoulder

Arm in arm


And sing this

Our battle song 


O LORD

O LORD


Keep us

Safe

O LORD


Safe

O LORD

From the wicked 

Places


O LORD


Protect us from storms of violence 


O LORD


By planners

Hiding 

In the silence


O LORD

O LORD


Come our Way

For

You are the Way


The way to

The Ford


So 

Hear us

O LORD


So

Hear us

O LORD


Glory Glory

Hallelujah


O LORD


Glory Glory

Hallelujah 

 

Do you believe 

You'll stand and sing


Arm in arm

When the Great Tribulation 


Comes and

Begins


I hope so

For when the trials of sin come


I'll look for you 

To take 

Your arm


To sing our marching song as the great purge begins


To the sound of beating drums


O LORD

O LORD


Keep us

Safe

O LORD


Safe

O LORD

From the wicked 

Places


O LORD


Protect us from storms of violence 


O LORD


By planners

Hiding 

In the silence


O LORD

O LORD


Come our Way

For

You are the Way


The way to

The Ford


So 

Hear us

O LORD


So

Hear us

O LORD


Glory Glory

Hallelujah


O LORD


Glory Glory

Hallelujah 

 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

 

Thursday, September 12, 2024

Señora Desamor: Lady Heartbreak


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(A lone voice whispers)


I can always remember the first time I met her


Dancing wearing blue roller skates to Disco Inferno


In Studio 54

In 77'


All dressed in white satin 


I should have known 

Deep down what would happen


She'd put me under her emotional spell

Like an angel sent from Heaven 


Then invite me later

Like a concierge

Into here


Heartbreak Hotel 


Where the broken go to rebel and scream


In their cells


As She watches and

Absorbs the sights and smells 


While lost souls like us

Kneel plead and yell


Burn baby

Burn


So it must be true what some say


That if you're eager to learn about or taste a touch of hell


Take a sip of love's crimson waters 

From her deep well


To fall under her spell


(C)

Copyright John D 


Señora Desamor: Lady Heartbreak


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Propaganda

 


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Foundation of the piece:


Do you trust everything media companies broadcast?



(A lone voice whispers)


Let that balloon of propaganda and conditioned hate go


So it can disappear and fade like winter snow


Like when Spring comes

Marching in 


With her army of green 

Called Rebirth


To fire life-giving bullets from their green guns 


Into the Earth


As She watches and speaks in tongues 


To embrace the sounds of your own souls redemption drums


When that time 

Finally comes


For even the blind get led by the blind


Cleverly played by those 

Who cast mind spells to bind


So let that balloon float away


Filled with verses that once swayed


Starting today


Therefore, in closing 

Listen carefully what newscasters say


For all words are spells

Particularly poetry


Don't get given a dark balloon of hate by Spellcasters


With minds

Bought with silver pieces of eight


To cast mind spells to bind 

To subjugate


Who are always lying in wait


Smiling sitting in this interconnected world 


Just bought and paid for 

To manipulate 


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 


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Tuesday, September 10, 2024

The Monologue of the Vampire who changed his name to Dorian Gray

 

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(A lone voice whispers)


I've seen crazy things

Mortal man should never see


Done and experienced acts of such depravity in candle lit 


Incense filled bedrooms

And chambers


Secrets

I'll take when I'm called to the tomb


Sailed in slow-moving ships and endless 

Wet hips around the world


Not just in this

My present life


But many more

Past lives


Entered dark places of depravity


Straight ones wouldn't enter or drink in 


Fearing the call of serving the Countess of all Sin


For eternity 


But now I feel Death wanting to take this life alongside all I love


For I feel him looking in my secret scrying mirror 


Smiling like Michael Angelo with his bony hands by his side


Tapping in rhythm 

The Marching Days Are Over


But with my silent heart now asking 


Was it worth it

All that excessiveness and scandal 


As we sit on this last mountain of Goodbyes


Not feeling the warmth of this purple-repentance candle


On my cold and calculating mind


Her bright light

The one from so long ago


Strikes my amygdala

Like an arrow fired by Sitting Bull


From an acute angle

Deep into my skull 


And as her sweet memories fill my immortal cup


From my first love


I know why I won't accept Deaths offer and be culled


For to drink all that this life and future lives offers


I'll take everything in her memory and will never stop


As I wade knee-deep

Through its fast flowing waters


Looking for more lambs

Ready to slaughter 


(C)

Copyright John Duffy 


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Sunday, September 8, 2024

Have you taken her mark yet?

 

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(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

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(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 


The Calling