The Wastelands of Shibboleth.

 Foundation of the piece:

Do those we lose, watch and wait?

What do you think?

Title:

The Wastelands of Shibboleth. 

(A lone voice whispers)

These nights are so long 

Now that I've crossed this dark sea with the child of Erebus

Singing

The Coming Home

Song

To a land undreamed of

But I sometimes 

Wonder 

Do you still miss me

My only love

Now that we're both free

For I'll still love you 

As long as The Hurrian Hymn is played 

Even as long 

As heartfelt prayers are made

To the peaks of the highest snow-covered mountains 

And into the deep depths

Of Agartha 

Hidden Fountains

My soul may be unreachable

And out of sight

Every night

Brought about by our Lord and Grace

By always remember 

I'm here

Just waiting in a pristine white room

In a unique place

Where 

Through my obsidian scrying glass

I can still see 

Your beautiful face

By sun and moon

Rain or shine

Fire or candlelight

To love you

Is all I now have 

To carry me through these endless nights

In these Barren Lands

To remind me

You were once mine

An even though

I've taken my last breath

When Deaths Messenger

Charon called

I'll still love you through all the tragedies

As 

Thane of Glamis

Loved his Lady Macbeth 

For sometimes faith in love 

Is all you can use

When you have nothing left 

To lose

So when God

Bade me take my last breath

With a wave of his hand

Like Nero of Rome

So I could hear the child of Erebus

Singing

The Coming Home

Song

I made his messenger

Titan promise

I shall see you better

Even after death

When you join me here

In Shibboleth

The Wastelands 

Filled with those

No longer wearing flesh 

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Copyright John Duffy

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(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

 

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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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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Beloved Memories

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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

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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

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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