The last letter by James Ottawa

The last letter by James Ottawa

Journal Entry

4005

December 

28th

1986

In this crazy long night

Like all the many others

Before I lost my beloved child's mother

In 75'

Whenever God shines his white light

Through the Moon

To my tiny window in Tupelo, Mississippi

I hear him 

Whispering this to me

Have I told you lately

My poor child

While you're still alive

Soon you'll bring it all home to me

All those wild nights

And precious times

When you were set free

With someone like you

So on sad days like this

After your love

Your precious Domino fell

See my light

Look to the moon

And yell 

Hallelujah

Lord, hear my name

Into the falling rain 

And always remember 

I hear all those who cry out in pain

And still see all those days you all were born to be free

For all love never dies but always remains 

So don't cry

But lift up your hearts

For by me

Stands your all your Dominos

Waiting for you

To once more be set free

But this time

To see

What the living can't see

With yours whispering

Tell him 

My husband 

His child's

Mama knows

He's gotta know

This place in Heaven

Is the ultimate picture show

So be patient my son

Your race will soon be run

And that white light you see 

Shining through the moon

When your time comes

The moon opens up like a doorway

A portal 

And when your astral cord is broken 

You'll see the white light turn into a bridge leading you into it

And when your feet touches that floor

When that door closes

All will be made whole

Once more 

Then the words been spoken 

Fades

It's the same usually every few days but today

Today 

I'm sure that moon looks to be ope

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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The Grimore of Light Filled with Dark Regrets

A voice whispered at 1 am. 

As I sit alone at the worn gates of Yesterday

Looking through the Past's

White painted windows 

Unafraid 

Lost in deep thoughts as I watch once lost memories 

Drive past like a new presidential JFK motorcade 

Looking closely at the happy and sad games 

We once played

You and me 

Eventually 

Holding hands tightly 

Whilst the ungodly Gossiping band

Loudly played

As our Titanic slowly sunk

I can still see

Reflected in your deliciously dark eyes

The night I surrendered 

A magical night 

I'll always remember

But as all things 

In my cursed life 

Everything changed as

The metaphorical iceberg struck 

And our love slowly drowned as it

Shrunk 

That seemingly endless night we once shared

Is it now torn beyond all repair 

You were once all I ever needed

And will never forget

But as I still live in here

Wandering through the Alabaster Hall 

Of

The Great In-Between 

I will always write your beloved name

Using beautiful syllables 

In my eternal book of spells

Beside other failed dreams 

Called

The Grimore of Light 

Filled with Dark Regrets

Where you'll forever live 

As I sometimes sit at the gates of yesterday 

Once again 

Wandering through green fields of yellow memories 

Still clinging onto fragments of your sensuous silhouette

Somewhere 

If you can hear me

I hope our old love 

Still in your heart as in mine 

Holds forever strong

With memories of me 

As it too

Pirouettes

Before it too enters your

Grimore of Light 

Filled with Dark Regrets

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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The voice of Lola

 The voice of Lola 

I heard a whisper that once said 

When you are dead

In another realm 

When you ascend

If a sudden stranger comes up to you and says 

Thanks for looking after me 

When we both lived

And gives you a big warm hug or a sweet kiss on the cheek 

Don't be frightened 

It could be one of your pets welcoming you home

For all spirits take many forms as they evolve 

Why do you think so many people like jogging or walking 

Swimming 

Climbing or talking

Me 

I probably was a parrot in a past life

Before I fell under Soul Transmigration's sharp knife

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

The Prayer of the Outsider

 The Prayer of the Outsider

(A little old lady whispers all alone in the cold. Looking up at the rain filled sky.)

Dear God 

You brought me to life from nothing

To try to do something

To share kindness 

Compassion and a light for those in the dark

To follow 

Then to return home with stories

When my bell you ring 

To hear me stand and sing aloud 

In the Holy Circle 

About all the things I did when I was once alive 

In the living gardens of mankind

So keep giving me strength to keep doing so

As I go

Amen

(C) Copyright John Duffy

Foundation of the piece.

In a new society slowly receding away from praying, do those who still pray, only come from the expected backgrounds?

Example. 

The more mature generation.

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The Dance of The Lampyridae

 The Dance of The Lampyridae

We once danced like the glowing Lampyridae

Bathing in the molten heat of a new fire

While walking hand in hand 

Down loves panoramic highways

Flames of belonging and such sensuous fire 

Lit and consumed our aura's

But when the winter of our love season arrived 

With the familiar sound of jingle bells

Announcing our Oak wedding anniversary 

On that particular sunrise 

On December the fifth

That mesmerising spell broke like the mythical Sword of Elendil

And my world 

Shattered

So blue is my new season watching the midnight Lampyridae dance 

Alone

In the silvery moonlight

Like a young Gene Kelly and Rita Hayworth

As we once did

While my life slowly drifts

South

After I lost you

My world and the only thing that once mattered

Wandering lost in my mind's so many labyrinths filled with our hieroglyphs

As I stand alone on 

Death's high cliff

When I remember that first time we met 

On that beautiful night  

When our souls were ordained by God's light

 (C)

Copyright John Duffy

(Lampyridae: Firefly)

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The Wedding Vows of Lucian to his Poetess Silvia

The Wedding Vows of Lucian to his Poetess Silvia 

(A lone voice whispers)

Bind me not to only a taste of love

But to true divine friendship

Bind me not to only love

But to the warmth of our wet hungry lips

First thing in the morning

And last thing at midnight

Bind me not to your words of commands to embrace

But to the sweet tranquil noise of two crashing hips

Bind me not to a life of emotional slavery

But to the core of your very soul

Bind me to place

To live 

Inside 

Forever

A place no one

Else

Will ever know

Or replace

My words to you, 

My love

Bind me instead to the bow of your immortal ship

For we can then

Sail together

Into the everlasting

Sunset

And make a home

In a serene place

When our time

Comes

Only those bound

By spiritual wedlock

Can ever go

To hold hands 

To walk 

Barefoot through the falling

Heavenly snow

So don't just bind

Me to this

A golden wedding ring

Bind me to be your

Everything

So standing here

In our circle of true love

In front of our family 

Friends and our Holy Mother

Our twin souls

Can sing

And be finally unified by the grace of God 

For we both

Were never meant to be locked together 

By just gold

until we are old

By only the long reach

Of bondage

Linked to mortal sin

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

 

The voice of Emilien

(A lone voice whispers)

I once met the King of all Darkness 

In France 

As we played poker for my soul 

In a burnt out house

While Edith Piaf sang 

La vie en rose 

On a tattered radio

With no power

He carried in his pocket 

Causing the watching fireflies to dance

I remember asking the Tall Man where he'd been

He said

Paris

To cause the Germans and the Resistance some pain

And as we played in that falling smoke-filled rain

I cheated and won

The prize 

Reaching out through someone after my time has run

After my sunrise was over

Summoned by the setting Sun

In darkness 

To see if the world still cries 

Like it did before me

In 44

So I send this

For we played

Again 

Late last night 

Old Nick and me

And He won

The prize 

Taking me where

The sun don't shine

To be endlessly chastised

So this is my last message

For your eyes

Before your sun rises 

Look to the East

The low drumbeats 

Of World War Three are starting to beat 

For many 

There will be pain like 

Oradour-sur-Glane 

Something so evil

You should all remember 

Who and what you do

In whoever's name

Or you could be playing poker with the Tall Man

As Edith Piaf sings

La vie en rose 

On his tattered radio

As The East and NATO

Trade nukes

Compelled to do so

By the prodding of the Tall Man and the curse 

Of the male ego

Goodbye 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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The Eternal War

(A lone voice whispers)

Some Antenoraians

Pray

In uneven straight lines

With a new Caiphas

The dark priest

In the Lost City of Dis

In The Far East

For the world

To taste

A Malebolge sour kiss

The Sowers of Scandal 

Living spiritually 

By The Great Lake of Cocytus

The hidden gateway to a soulless Judecca

The dark wells of fire and ice

To their God

Who pays with gold

In the form of desire

Only to entrap those into sin

As the Great Battle

Continues 

Into eternity

As angels

Of Light

Led by Michael 

Slowly 

Win

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Foundation of the piece.

No matter how dark it seems. There is always hope.

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The Watcher

 The Watcher 

(A lone voice whispers)

I live in The Great Casum

The in-between place 

No one knows me as I watch you all race 

Some of the blind call me god 

Some don't

But you know

Good for them all

For I watch and wait

You'll soon know my name when you walk through my gate

Copyright John Duffy 

Casum is the accusative singular of the Latin word cāsus, which means "a fall; falling down; accident, occurrence, chance event; end, termination; case".

The Midnight Gardens of Magadorne

 

The Midnight Gardens of Magadorne

(A lone voice whispers.)

In The Midnight Garden

In-between worlds

When the world sleeps

In a strange place, I now know as Magadorne

I see you

Walking 

Dressed in expensive white lace

With such grace

Surrounded by celestial white butterflies

Serenaded and summoned by the sound 

Of a lone mesmerising golden horn

In an endless garden 

Of twinkling flowers

Reborn

As my soul pines

For the smell of your so-familiar perfume 

A glimpse of our wedding ring

Your hair

Across your beautiful face 

Willing you to look

My way

So I can taste your lips 

And run my hard fingertips 

Across your soft hips

But you never look

Never see me 

As you and your heavenly entourage and butterflies 

Follow the twinkling flowers

Down to the river

Then to disappear 

Out of sight

This happens to me

Every night

In surreal dreams

When the world sleeps

As I find myself

Stranded

Like a new

Robinson Crusoe 

In The Midnight Gardens

Of Magadorne

Where Grief lives

In human form

And Mr. Desire

Stands and proudly blows

It's diamond-studded golden

Horn

To summon 

The celestial butterflies

So watching spirits

In the Ether

Beyond time and space

Can gather

With popcorn

To watch me

Walk my walk

With my incarnated form of painful

Memories

In their special interdimensional place 

Watching ghosts of the past

Pass by

With no expressions

Or emotional energy 

For they are the only fragments of my past

I treasure

A beloved memory of you 

I remember 

Whenever I wake

I had the pleasure 

To share 

Yesterday

In The Midnight Gardens

Of Magadorne

Where Grief lives

In human form 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy