Fractured by The Dancers of Dissolution

 

(A lone voice whispers)

I dreamt

As I sat alone at home

After church 

One rainy afternoon 

Dressed in my Sunday best

Thinking after you left

We were like two rare windblown autumn leaves

Meeting on a winter's tree branch

By chance 

Hypnotized within that first magical glance 

To think we would be together 

Forevermore

Until the wickedness within the ever watching jealous world

Gathered around us

Like a wild scene at a new Feast of Bacchus

And began 

To smile and dance 

Salivating 

At the dark thought and soul replenishing ominous energy 

Linked to destroying 

Another god given religious trance

Filled with thoughts of romance 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Foundation of the piece.

Have you ever experienced a situation, when everything seems to be coming together in a relationship, then tragedy, suddenly strikes?

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Are you a follower of trying to be Sagacious?

Are you a follower of trying to be Sagacious?

(A lone voice whispers)

Here's to you

The readers, writers and poets in whatever field

Always remember

Seeking further knowledge is a gift

It's how we all grow in whatever we do

So never yield and constantly look for more ways to lift

Even if it means entering the long hours into a lone graveyard shift 

Keep searching like a metaphorical Indiana Jones or Lara Croft

For a treasure to help those who might be drifting in seas 

Where hope seems not to exist 

And who might just need something to darkness resist

Title: 

Self-Knowledge Knowledge

Do you believe in absorbing the esoteric linked to living 

The supernatural impressions linked to just giving 

To help clear your own pathways to find ways to deliver poetic prayers 

To those struggling with just living 

With any mental or traumatic depression's

To then walk down life's many metaphysical runways

Like a young Gabrielle Bonheur Chanel or an inspired

Paul Poiret

If so

Because I believe 

In you

Always be optimistic

For true belief

Lies in all you do

To help transform your soul

Into a sage or mystic

Allowing you to chase rare stars and wild Middle Earth dreams

To bind mistakes 

To white feathers 

To then throw them into Healing Fires

For their old powers over you 

To in rising grey smoke 

Retire

As you learn

Which new bridges to

Cross

And which old bridges

To burn

For 

Sacred Self Knowledge 

Is ubiquitous 

A chimera

A conjunction of wild beasts

Roaming wild

Living life through

Nine letters

Like a follower of being sagacious

Which to the child of the Revived

Can never be 

Denied

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Sagacious:

Having or showing acute mental discernment and keen practical sense; shrewd:

Socrates, that sagacious Greek philosopher, believed that the easiest way to learn was by asking questions.

Synonyms: perspicacious, keen, sharp, acute, judicious, intelligent, clever, discerning, sage, and wise.

REVIVED: 

Refreshed, renewed, reborn, energized, resuscitated, recreated, and regenerated.

The Letter to Sophia

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Some whisper 

In secret occult circles 

About these last days of 2024

That humanity will fall in unruly petulant desire

Consumed and devoured by a blazing infectious fire 

But what happens to you and I

Your mind and mine 

Do you still shiver inwardly at the vibrational thoughts of my words 

Do they bind you

Submissively 

To always return 

Doomed forever 

To hovering above my prose 

Created in my version of Michelangelo's poetic studios 

That screams to be heard

With wide eager eyes

Like a love-struck 

Hummingbird 

Do you still tremble like when we first met 

In Downtown Manhattan 

Talking for hours and wanting the warm caress of loquacious re-introductions

Of newer verbs 

Opening mystical golden gates to strange supernatural realms

And their guile to bind us together 

Like love-struck Siamese twins

Creating welcomed sins 

Of dried intellectual sweat and sweet mysterious tributaries 

Of deep-seated 

spiritual yearnings 

That once made your mind so damn wet 

Tales of the unknown 

Light and darkness 

Filled with movement or stillness

Sovereignty or loneliness 

New flames of innermost desires

Contained in unspeakable words or unfamiliar names 

As our Zisurru

Poetic stories to be set asunder 

In the footfalls of Zeus's approaching 

Apocalyptic thunder 

To burn new hurricane lanterns in imaginations darkened 

Halls of Fame 

To live in the hope 

Of a new life

An everlasting dance

With a drop of a wild transmigration 

As our new Nexus 

To savor in your mouth

Like an intense-tasting holy communion wine

A strong touch of such wantonness 

Your voracious soul needs 

To carry to all empires 

You may visit 

In the North 

East

West or South 

As it swallows new stories with ravenous greed

Will we survive 

Still together in 2025

With such

Intellectual thoughts

You might still whisper and silently ask 

You and me 

Does 

Will it last

Vibrate in echo chambers and dreams whilst waiting

For the midnight call on 

New Year's Eve 

When we gather to sing pagan songs of King Solomon 

Counting down from 10

As we fight back the encroaching darkness 

With shining drunk Astral eyes as our Athame

Our sacrificial knife 

Inwardly praying to always believe 

Under the sharp eyes of the Winters Midnight Sun 

Which for so many lost souls 

We know 

She will still shine 

ever brighter 

As she quietly watches and grieves 

As they collect their angel wings as they are quietly summoned to leave

Who knows my child 

Everlasting hope and

Peace could arrive as one

So we could conquer this new normal and continue to rise

Or it could all go wild

And turn into a new dark nuclear history 

Where dreams and people 

Are consumed and defiled 

As good and evil 

Battle for victory

And apart we may have to survive 

On mean streets 

As quantum tattooed

Vaccinated slaves or unvaccinated exiles 

In a New World Order

Called a Fool's Paradise

Without

Any known borders 

But either way, 

know this

May your spirit guides 

Lead you to continued health and safety 

Across all fast-flowing political wars 

Water's

Famine or disorders

So in 2025

We can share our much loved algorithms 

In all our holy quarters 

So shall it be

What will be 

Will be

For we two are blessed with real eyes

Opened 

To see

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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The Pact

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(A lone voice whispers)

You know

Who you are

If this reaches you

The one 

I still love at the core

Lit inside 

Like a divine cathedral candle

Forevermore

So let the serpents

Come 

For like Moses

I'll stand strong

My mighty rod

Will open up a new road

To Damascus 

Guided to you

My own Euonymus alatus

Who still burns me 

Inside

So much

With such love

My soul cries

For although our paths 

Are divided by fate

By vultures and lions

Which prowl 

Hidden 

Restless

Unseen

Just outside our spiritual gates

Ours is a sacred pact

Sealed when we first met 

At eighteen 

One 

No fowl knoweth

And which the vultures and lions

With eyes green

Hath seen

And it's why they prowl

For they know

We have been endowed

To love each other forever 

By The Almighty Flame

From The Great In-Between

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Need inspiration?

 

(A lone voice whispers)

I've met you before

You know

When you were young and wild

Before the world corrupted you

And your soul defiled 

I was present when you were born

Just hiding my true form

As I wait in here

In the shadows

Watching you act around and perform

Before you come home

To me

The eternal eyewitness 

Beyond the norm

So 

Live your life

Explore and experience all you can

Before you meet me again

And read after me

My Lord is my guide

I shall not want more

Before I die

He takes me through all doors as he rebuilds me to be whole

For my salvation is his only goal

Temptation shall call and bother me not 

For my Lord 

Regardless of my choice of faith

In who I believe 

Like a divine thought

Shall show me the way

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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 Sorrow comes in many forms 

Like a devious thief in the night 

A kleptomaniac who'll happily steal joy for pain

From parents

Lovers

To children

Friends and family

Have you heard him casually whisper your name?

Title 

Sorrow

(Mr. Grief whispers)

Do you want to experience pain?

Then

Fall in love

And let me break you down

Again and again

From birth until death 

When you wake up one day and only memories 

Remain 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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Need some love advice?

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To truly love someone, do you need to know them, inside out?

Rules of Attraction 

(A lone voice whispers)

Will my eyes see deep

Will they see 

Where your soul sleeps

It's views

And reviews

All the intriguing intricate things

Which makes you 

Be you

When you welcome me

Into your keep 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Rules of Attraction

 Rules of Attraction 

(A lone voice whispers)

Will my eyes see deep

Will they see 

Where your soul sleeps

It's views

And reviews

All the intriguing intricate things

Which makes you 

Be you

When you welcome me

Into your keep 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Who will you remember?

 

Christmas is a time when we remember those lost to us. 

But in memories stay. 

Who will you remember?

(A lone voice whispers.)

I sometimes

Still 

Dream about you

Right out of the pale and blue

Waking with a rare smile after watching what

They all usually develop into

 

All those intriguing memories

Of us 

So unprepared

Interdimensional moments

We shared

When we felt safe 

And not scared

Always

Flow like a molten spiritual review

They soothe my soul

Like midnight prayers

Silently spoken

In the cold but soft air 

At Christmas

That familiar feeling of walking

Carefree

Hand in hand

Down Clearwater's

Yellow sands

On those seemingly long summer nights

When the world seemed calm and not corrupted

By this new political song

Been played all around us

In this new storm

So that's why I always return

Here

To the

Cimetière du Père-Lachaise

To rewalk those forgotten ways 

By your grave

While the sun's rays

Still, stay 

As my tears play 

Je ne peux vivre sans t’aimer

(I Can’t Live Without Loving You)

In my eyes

Remembering when you were once mine

Until

Like all good things

We ran out of time 

(C)

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The Rider in the Storm

 The Rider in The Storm

(A lone voice whispers)

Hello

I still love you

As my dilated eyes have seen you

Shall I open the doors of perception

Where nothing is real and

Invite you into a

Strange marriage of heaven and hell

Will you wait for me

The Golden Man

Talking now

From beyond the silvery stars

Now living at Devil's Dam

Talking to my lambs

Sitting with JPL

And Ron

Talking about my wild love

Just working my own version of

The twenty-seven club

Here in an old Babylon

Opening old LSD new doors

Watching me as 

Mr. Mojo Risin

Taking over all the black and white dance floors

Shining like gold

In old portals

Telling my ghost song

Lit by a ring of burning fire

My old music

The wizard's new wand

Held by me

The immortal singer

Life's winds

Are blowing baby

And my wands

A singing

The Lizard Kings

Reborn to be retouched

Back on the road

Appearing in

Golden storms and through

Fire lit beautiful portals

Singing occult

Songs to still hypnotize

And preach to the listening

Mortals

For

I am The Golden Man

From beyond the silvery stars

Here to breach

All within reach

Who wants to live at

My Devil's Dam

To talk with me and my

Demons and lambs

To open old

Fire lit doors

Be seduced by my words

Used as

My golden lyre

Tell all the people

Around you

And

Will you just listen

As I relight

Your deepest desires

As I rework Old Babylon

Where we'll

Shine like gold

In old newly lit portals

Waiting with the Unknown Soldier

To appear on this

Moonlight drive bye

In these strange days until the very

End

When the music's over

And no longer plays

Will you wait for me

Under the eternal Grey Sun

To walk the soft LGBT parade

Filled

With loose L.A. men and wild women

I know

Billy the Hitchhiker came for me in

July in seventy-one

As I laid in that warm bath

Before we walked up

Devil Dams

Badly worn bridle path

After we shared a brown feast

A feast for well-loved friends

To celebrate me being down for so long

Now you know

I'm here with

Pamela

Riding the white crystal ship and thinking

She was always the one

That red-haired unhappy girl

I once met in the London Fog

When I was young

On the Sunset Strip in 1965

My cosmic partner now is in here with me

Watching the twenty-seven club play

On big screens

When I was once alive

The silk and wine

Are now together again

For true love

Can never be outrun

No matter what the Man

Or any old pagan

God's say

As long as their stories and memories

Are still sung

Under the 3 am sun

Shall I open the doors of perception

Where nothing is real and

Invite you into a

Strange marriage of heaven and hell

Will you wait for me

The Golden Man

Talking now

From beyond the silvery stars

Now living at Devil's Dam

Talking to my lambs

Sitting with JPL

And Ron

Talking about my wild love

Just

Working my own version of

The twenty-seven club

Here in an old Babylon

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