I am The Crow

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My secret name comes from Babylonian mythology

Where it never used to snow 

Are you lonely and want to escape to my Chateau 

Where the buffalo and elk hide in time

In its long shadows

Just look in that bathroom mirror 

Light a red candle and whisper

Come for me at three

Yuyu Hakusho

Take me through time to Babylon 

To your Chateau

Where it never used to snow

Show me what's behind this world filled with so many 

Visiting corrupt bordellos

Their last picture show 

Take me willingly 

For I have a deep desire to really know

And I'll come 

Like a flying crow

From through time

From my archipelago 

In Babylon

Where it still doesn't snow

If you're ready like a domino 

To fall to the floor 

When you hear my footsteps 

As I open up your bedroom door 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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Need inspiration?

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Universal Change 

The world is changing so fast and tomorrow, hopefully, will be better than today or yesterday.

If your self-belief lasts.

Did you know the Lord, whatever your faith, gives you three things to survive in life?

A bright electromagnetic light to lead others out of the dark

An invisible shield 

And a metaphorical sword

The light is your bestowed unyielding belief in doing something good

That lays within you

In every single sinew

The shield

Is your faith magnified to be the cornerstone of your belief in the goodness of your light

And the sword is the strength to use the light and shield to constantly try to defeat and dispel the darkness 

Whenever it appears, 

If it follows you 

No matter where

You're stood 

I’ve obviously just created this just to inspire you to keep moving forward, with positivity in your life. 

Regardless of your fears

Instead of wallowing in deep pools of fast flowing soul tears

I don’t know you and you don’t know me, but universally, shouldn’t we just try to inspire each other, and others?

Instead of using negative narratives?

Have a wonderful upcoming week and keep those three things close 

For you'll never know when they are needed the most 

Salute.

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Unable to let go

 Foundation of the piece.

Is life just a purging of the soul and to ascend to a higher plane of existence,

do you have to let go of everything and everybody you once loved or knew? 

To do so?

Or would you wait to be called to join them if separated because you couldn't let go of your old life?

Title:

Unable to let go

(A lone raspy voice talks in the fog as it slithers in - to a hidden audience)

I crossed over

In March 

On the fifth

In the year of our Lord

1902

And all these sad years 

I've sat 

Patiently waiting for her

I've watched 

Our old beautiful world

Burn

Through the blackest of fire filled nights 

Through two world wars

Witnessed hearts bleed

With incomprehensible need

Seen corruption and illusions unfold 

Hand in hand

With greed

Out in the warm and cold

As the seduced welcomed evil into their strongholds

Watched shining stars fall

Sat thinking of my fate 

As I wait

Pining asking myself 

When will she call me to walk and join her through that silver gate

That I look to

Down this dark road

Every second 

Whenever I think

Of her

For I've looked in

Old memories that once beckoned

Explored all the seconds and who knows

Linked to being found guilty of sin

Chased paper boats

With endless time 

Just hoping

She's coping

In Heaven

And not broken in two

Like me 

In this Deep Divine

But still

Perched 

Upon this rock 

Chained like Prometheus

I

Wait

Even though the Mendli

You lot listening 

Think I'm crazy

But my old Love 

Still cuts me open

Making me cling to an old  life

With wild dreams of a new beginning

So angels

Forgive me

But hear me

Quick

Take my hand

And lead me home 

To her

Give me the Star Fire

If this can't happen

Or you can't do it

For I fear

I can no longer

Wait 

For the opening of that gate

So let me cross the burning sand barriers

Step straight through the eternal fire

For is waiting for true love

The price 

Worth all this pain

As one 

Moves on

And one remains

Show me a happy couple

And I'll show you the fire that ignites 

And it's that light

That I pray

Keeps carrying me

On horseback 

To my beloved wife

Throughout

All these 

Endless nights

As I fight Father Time 

To return to that old life

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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The River

As Goddess Aphrodite

With her dark eyes

Emitting a hypnotic aroma

Of almonds

In her flowing white gown

Stood on the ominous

Invisible broken banks of שְׁאוֹל

Unspoken grounds of an

Unseen Sheol

Just perched on the edge of humanities

Peripheral vision

Far from the silvery fields of Elysian

As torn carcasses

In its red waters flowed and

Floated by

Ruined misshaped

Corpses

Of outright Racism

Subtle hidden whispered outtakes of Hatred

Enticing strands of coveted Jealousy

Green envy

Or homophobia

Embedded by

Apollyon

In the many silent

Watchers deep souls

Dire Despair and Hopelessness

Being one of its many followed

Old pagan Leaders

She cries to you

Instead

Reader

As she holds up

In shaking alabaster hands

Her divine golden

Jewel encrusted goblet

In the swirling white smoke

And speaks to your

Higher self

Will you

Fill up my cup and bring

Love back into the world

To help the many

The deemed

Unfortunate

The homeless

The broken

Who I can hear so viscerally

Who still to me cry

Wherever they be

Or would you too

Just follow the multitude

And see me

Standing here on the broken

Banks of Sheol

As you too

Perish and die

Without hope and

Float by

To forever dwell within

The Fifth Dimension

Where you will forever

Wander blind

Never again to ever see

Ruled over and into the deep gates of

Eternity

By the

Lord of the Flies

Mephistopheles

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Country Dreaming

(A lone voice whispers)

 I can still subliminally feel 

All those sad fears

Rhythmically swirling like sharpened kitchen knives

Within all your world crazy choices

Which cuts me so deep

Like cold Tamahagane steel

Above all this new

Life's 

Now old noises

I can still just see you 

Sitting there

In your darkened bedroom

Somewhere

Oversea

Dressed in that familiar soft white lace

With translucent tears

Running like the Nile 

Down 

Your beautiful face

Thinking of me

As a lone crone

In a faraway forest

In triumph 

Sings 

Dances a wild jig 

And rejoices

Overjoyed by her spells

Creating such paid for turmoil 

Of fake excuses and tragic surprises

In you

For

I know

It's not fair

What you're going through

But trust me

I'm 

Going through the fire 

Too

For 

This thing we started with a match 

This inexplicable magical thing

This molten fire that still burns so deep

Like it's taboo

Since we parted

Reaches so deep

Inside

I can't sleep

Can't work

Can't recall

How many times

I've cried out 

Brokenhearted

For I remember

Those sweet salad days

In 2021

Before our love

Painfully crawled away and died 

Like a silhouette in the setting Autumnal sun

When we parted ways

Walking on the beach

With the girl next door

Who came to me

Unexpectedly

Like a serene gift 

From The Holy Sea

Gently fluttering by

To say hello

Like a rare beautiful Glasswing Butterfly

But now

We're but  two 

Lost souls

With nowhere to go

Just wondering round

In familiar sad round circles

And looking into 

This purple haze

The very mouth of this black abyss

Before me

Looking at the mistakes

We once made

In my scrying mirror

As our tarot cards 

Were first laid

When we unexpectedly first kissed

While we walked

Its tired pavements

Lost in its maze

I pray and hope you still

Think of me

The ghost

Who still loves his beautiful rare Glasswing butterfly

And all the games we once played 

From the Realms

Of The Great In-Between

Sent to love you

To remind you

You're so special

An astral envoy

Sent like a 

Spiritual Kestrel

To inspire others 

Especially those

That suffer in silence

So turn that Southern Country music up high

To drown out your world's violence 

For a light like yours

Must shine

Smile and remember me

And it's why

This old ghost

Can never say goodbye

For our old love

Lives beyond

The seas of this black abyss

Forever 

Spinning

In my memories

Of our

First poetic unexpected kiss

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Need some poetic motivation?

 Need some poetic motivation?

Do you sometimes make promises to yourself to keep going

Regardless of what everyone else is doing

A promise to take all things as they come 

For in the long run

Worrying about what could be

What could happen 

Will simply stifle dreams 

So as they say in Latin

Carpe Diem 

Seize the day

Be that vision of success

For all to see

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Questions for the inquisitive mind

 Questions for the inquisitive mind

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(A lone voice whispers)

Above all, have you ever wondered if poetry is but, a tree full of rebellious fruits of insubordination

For the few to shine their light

Away from the mundane landscapes many choose willingly to live within and sustain

Worshipping the dark Gods of consumerism kneeling in their carefully guarded pews

To be used and perused as an instrument of grassroots resistance 

To help maintain happiness and subdue pain

And to find a form of balance in a crazy world of finding your souls role 

In the great halls of existence?

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Have you experienced poetic Jouissance?

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(A lone voice whispers)

Have you emptied your soul late at night

All alone

Wrote words to lay on top of the white marble altar of poetry's grey tombstone

If you have

You're not one of the crowd who follows fashion and directions from secret social conditioners

For in that hour of self awareness 

You embrace something so magical 

 While in that quiet solitude

Alone in that room

Solitude 

Not to be confused with loneliness

For you are surrounded by The Spirits of the Twenty-Six Letters 

Who waits for the call to start swirling 

Seeking rebirth on paper

Or other forms of scrying mirrors

A new life for eager eyes to see

To maybe treasure

From land or sea

Wherever they be

And to you 

Death will never conquer, for your words will echo like ringing Christmas bells 

Into eternity 

In the Vast Halls of Apollo 

For in time 

All poetry is constant and collected

In a great never-ending room in the Akashic Records 

The Past 

Future and the Now

Hum to drums playing pagan tunes of happiness and sorrow

For the hordes to read poems at their leisure for pleasure

To find just something they need in whatever they read

So fear not

Rejection or criticism 

Fear not

Judgement or lament

For the gift you share

Is heaven sent

Passed down like a golden trophy from The Spirits of Twenty-Six Letters 

From the gilded Halls of Apollo 

In a gentle breeze 

For they can feel your intense need

Sweeping down their misty plains and green wild hills

Like the last charge of Genghis Khan

For them to answer

With hidden scrolls

Filled with clues to write poetry

To satisfy the thrilling call of illuminated souls

Seeking

Jouissance

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Noun: 

Jouissance

Physical or intellectual pleasure, delight, or ecstasy.

Source:

Google.

The Vow

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(A lone voice whispers)

I'll buy a white silk ribbon
Tonight

From O'Mallys
My love

On our golden wedding anniversary

Lay it on your favourite glass dresser

The one we bought in the snow

A few months ago

Light one of your white perfumed candles near it from Reardon and Sons

Visualise all our cherished memories

Together
Within it

Then tie it
Into a sacred white bow

And gently kiss it and put it under

One of your favourite blue pillows

That way

We'll sleep together
Every night

Especially tonight
Real close

Even though you're gone
Like we once used to do

For our love is still stronger than death

And lasts beyond the grave
And it's how I

Now a lone survivor
With Charlie

That beautiful dog
You once bought as a birthday surprise

Wait
Praying for you

In one of God's
Repentance, grief filled Caves

Continue

Continue in absolute hope
With our beloved happy memories of you

Lighting our way
Through this firefly-lit blackness

Like one of those white perfumed candles in our bedroom

With all the crazy things
We once used to do

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

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The Oracle of Necromanteion

 The Oracle of Necromanteion

(A lone voice whispers)

He who walks without the most holy of ways

Will never return

Until they have learned not by sin be swayed

As true as new trees are made

By lay played

In so many wet insidious ways

By those hidden in the chasms

In the faraway stars

For people like you gathered here should be careful 

For without faith

In any form 

The nearby Darkness can always open a small gateway to sin

And if that abyss is opened

Revealing 

Desolation's

Fatal sandstorms

It gets so much harder 

To let hope crawl in

So O ye

O Ye 

On the yellow beaches

Beseeching

O ye 

Gathered round me

To the worthy few

I summon by the power of the Purple Flame

Virtue 

By the Divine Will of your choice of God

To guide you

Amen

Through Acheron

To the blue Stargate 

So you can 

Once more

Run

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Art by

Adolf Hirémy-Hirschl in 1898.