Les Prophéties

 

Le Prophéties

Lost 

in this unrepentant noise of life as it seduces

Consumes and beguiles

Everything I own at Christmas 

As all these magical words conjured from the deep crimson lips 

Of your inner mind

Reaches out to hypnotise mine

Words which once laid lost on wet shelves

But now found 

In the transient music of the unknown and forlorn

Deep in my inner self

How now my inner light shines ever brighter

As it repeats your beautifully written words 

Like a never-ending all-nighter

With my softly spoken voice 

Above the unrepentant noise

While my goose pimpled skin comes alive 

Like the Great Canopies 

In the unexplored jungles 

In the deepest of Africa at dawn

I now just dream

A continuous fantasy

Which infuses my bloodstreams and veins with copious energy

For there has always been subtle moments

Throughout some long-lost days and cold nights

When that irresistible longing

And need seemed too much

When I pined hourly for just a feel of your touch

Thinking

Would I be abandoned like another slave

To the four winds by unrequited love

Forever burning and

Spinning endlessly 

In desires salacious red fires like a lonesome white dove 

Just hoping to walk within your shadows

Or sate my thirst and hunger 

With just a glimpse of you passing 

By my eyes two way windows

So in this half light of living

I still look out for you somewhere walking and living out there

Just to see you again

Like the last time I saw you

Standing next that old farms well 

By that old cooking apple tree

Looking to see you

So I can break free from this dark dream

As I walk, trapped in this never-ending limbo

And so it's here where I return to each night 

As I think of you and stare out my bedroom dust covered window 

How do I reach you

I 

In quiet moments

Ponder

For all those old road maps and contacts are still yours to give

For they are your secrets you still might purposely keep

Of those lands,

Those beautiful grounds which you still stand upon

I know 

There may be uncertainty and unexplored hordes and mountains 

To conquer between us

Grimoires of Gossip whispered in the dark to keep us apart

But still, I send this message out

Like a letter from my own 

Nostradamus book of Le Prophéties

So if you are reading this

One day in futures home

You'll know 

We'll meet in the Astral planes of dreams, 

Like Titanic's 

Rose and Jack where we'll need no formal introductions

As we already know, our truly secretive god given names

Because by then 

We'll be beyond 

The many still alive treacheries 

Which may still surround your broken heart like She'ol 

As you traverse your world

So I write this in my closing page of my Les Prophéties

Whenever you feel lost and lonely 

Know my red candle still burns even through all the storms

When you feel trapped and breathlessness spins your overthinking emotions

Remember me

Thinking of you just over the world's many oceans

Standing patiently under that old lamp post by the Red Church's wrought iron gates

No matter how late

Maybe we'll last forever

In some shiny new world 

But if I'm gone to a higher or lower realm before you arrive

If you wait too long, and I eventually disappear and die

I'll leave you a tear stained envelope underneath the white stones 

By the huge gate post hinges on the left

And in it is my road map to the stars where my memory will now stay 

Reside and survive 

As I look for you 

From somewhere new

Wondering

Can true love heal what two need 

To really begin to heal

Free from the clutches if human or spiritual 

Jealously or sin

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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The Voice at 4 am

(A lone voice whispers)

As we stroll this Long Walk together

On Boxing Day

Someone's prayer reached out through the Ether and asked me

Hey

Are we all silently walking in a spiritual sense

Do some like me walk blindly from A to B with no purpose or willful intent

Do others have a planned route

Painfully justified and organized, detailed, and meticulously unbent

And do a few accept whatever happens

So here's my answer for you if you're here

The point simply is: we are all silently walking spiritually home

Approaching bridges of challenges and uncertainty we must cross to find a new kind of renewal

For by doing so:

We can find a form of poetic catharsis from which to grow

To find ourselves and to really know

The universes secrets linked to us as they flow

And by encountering those many bridges we must cross alone in the mind, but guided by a family member or true friends

We can help ourselves find a kind of salvation

But like all things

There is temptation 

A temptation to follow the crowd

A temptation where You could lose too much to its identity cremation

So always remember 

Every soul walks silently by day and by night 

And must tremble inwardly with exhilaration at the thought of achieving a degree of happiness’s touch

Many old souls like me could tell you a secret if you inquired

“A soul, which remains shackled within the chains of the opinion of others, and the fear of change.

Will always be searching and could go wild since it’s too much.”

To truly embrace and find happiness: you must be true to yourself.

A life of hopelessness and meaninglessness could transpire if one does not find the courage to conquer and know oneself.

For we all are silently walking in a spiritual sense:

So, do you walk alone, with family members and true friends, or simply follow the crowd?

A question layered with multiple outcomes which may lead to you being forever bowed

So in closing 

You must always choose because you are always walking.

Who do you walk with apart now with me at this moment?

I think you sometimes need to walk alone, and sometimes, hand in hand with family and friends but within the crowd: 

You could lose your voice forever.

Me.

I walk alone after sometimes seeking advice from others

For only I can truly walk my walk

Free from the crowd

It's what my Grandma always taught me

So my soul doesn't feel shackled and goes wild

 (C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Would you visit a medium if you lost someone special?

 Would you visit a medium if you lost someone special?

The visit to Monique the Medium on Christmas Day

(A channelled voice whispers)

Every clock in here 

These old faded white wooden ones

Hanging on so many burnt out trees 

That litter the pathway

As they tick

Remind me of you

Every single second

In every single minute 

Carries luminescent memories 

Of all the wild but lovely things

We used to do

As they suddenly manifest

Like a magician's trick

Right out of the blue

And if my broken heart could beat

Could scream to the high heavens

It would carry drum beats of such irreversible revelations

So true

I would die once more

In palpable bliss

If I could write a parable

It would only be

I yearned once for a touch of your silky skin

And a taste of your red lipstick

But got distracted

By the sweet voices

In this darkness

That strives

All good things to 

Underpin

And now

In here

The Great In-Between 

My parable 

If deciphered by an illuminated one, would read

If love is offered

Freely and

Willing 

Clasp it

Hold it and treasure it

And it's why now these sparkling twinkling lights

Dancing before me 

Reflections of you

Shine so brightly in this ever-hot dust

From dawn to dusk

Showcasing your beautiful image

To the empty husks 

Of the Ascended Ones

Night and day

That litter the roads and pathways 

Some in here call

The Lord's Way

Come what may

So while the Baylore energies 

Magnify my thoughts into these words

Through Monique

Like a soft fingertip across your warm spine

I'll see you soon

Skyclad in blue

In your deepest of dreams

Wide-eyed

Mighty and free

Where we'll be reunited once more

But not like Orpheus and Eurydice

To be snatched away by a lack of trust

But forever 

And that's why 

My love

I still see your reflection 

In these embers 

In this everlasting dust

In every single second

And minutes

As these tired old wooden faded white clocks tick

From dawn to dusk

as I walk past

The Ascended Ones

Husks

(C)

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Are you going to do more next year)

 

Press play.

Memories

 

Want to see more?

Come, the old ghost of Time  Softly says

Let's go over the rainbow

To where the 27 gang

Always plays

(C)

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Loneliness at Christmas

I once knew and loved you 

And we stuck like glue

Until the Leviathan appeared smiling

Right up from its lair

In the deep green and blue

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Christian theologians identified Leviathan with the demon of the deadly sin envy. 

Source.

Google.

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Need a message to carry into 2025?

Need a message to carry into 2025?

My name doesn’t matter as names

Are no longer used

My advice to you is all that counts

 

Whatever your gender

Race or views

 

Just

Be an illumination

 

The world is still beautiful

Below the horizons of bleak despair

 

Beneath the layers of spin

Broken dreams and days

 

Where hearts still break

And painfully tear

 

For you are still all children

Of a universe of the Unseen

 

You all have a divine right

To still dream

 

But you must nurture

Your strength

In days of misfortune

 

Strengthen your shield

To always redeem

 

Your heart has always been yours

To always surrender

 

Its virtues and heroism's

Your own mighty defender

 

And in these days

Of darkness

And ever fading lights

 

Be a beacon within

Whoever is within

Your sight

 

Ignite many of the needy

As they venture

On your left or right

 

Inspire a new hope for them

To carry away freely

Into a new light

 

For it’s the only way

You’ll sleep peacefully

At night

 

So be it

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

A whisper for an old mind

Lost 

in this unrepentant noise of life as it seduces

Consumes and beguiles

As those magical words 

conjured from the deep crimson lips 

Of your inner mind

Reaches out to hypnotise mine

Words which once laid lost 

but now found 

In the transient music of the unknown and forlorn

How my inner light shines ever brighter

As it repeats 

your beautifully written words 

With my softly spoken voice 

Above the unrepentant noise

My skin comes alive 

like the Great Canopies 

In unexplored jungles 

In the deepest of Africa at dawn

I just dream

A continuous fantasy

Which infuses my bloodstreams and veins with copious energy

There has always been subtle moments

Throughout long-lost days 

and cold nights

When that irresistible longing

And need seemed too much

When I pined hourly 

for just a feel of your touch

Would I be abandoned like another slave

To the four winds by unrequited love

Forever burning 

Spinning endlessly 

In desires salacious red fires

Just hoping to walk within your shadows

Or sate my thirst and hunger 

With just a glimpse of you passing 

By my pale white window

I'll still look out for you there

Just to see you 

Standing by the well 

By that old apple tree

To break me free from this dark dream

As I walk, trapped in a never-ending limbo

It's where I turn to each night 

As I think of you and stare out my window

How do I reach you

Those old road maps 

and contacts are still yours to give

For they are your secrets 

you still purposely keep

Of those lands, 

Those beautiful grounds on which you still stand upon

There may be uncertainty and unexplored hordes and mountains 

To conquer between us

Grimoires of Gossip 

whispered in the dark to keep us apart

But still, I send this message out

If you are reading this

We meet now in the Astral planes of dreams, 

where we need no formal introductions

As we already know, our truly secretive god given names

In the many still alive treacheries 

Which may still surround your broken heart like 

She'ol as you traverse this world

When you feel lost and lonely 

Know my red candle still burns even through all the storms

When you feel trapped and breathlessness spins your overthinking emotions

Remember me

Thinking of you just over the world's many oceans

Standing patiently under that red old lamp post by the Red Churches wrought iron old gates

No matter how late

Maybe we'll last forever

But if I'm gone before you arrive

If you wait too long, and I eventually disappear and die

I'll leave you a red envelope 

under the white stones 

by the gate post on the left

In it is my road map

to the stars where I will now stay and reside 

and will always wait

Where I will now stand by an alabaster church and wait under its white lamp post by its sparkling wrought iron white old gates

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

 

Christmas Eve

  A lone voice whispers 

Here I am

All alone again

On the eve of my birthday 

Still looking for an unspoken reason

Why life keeps deceiving

Are you all still lost in strange places

Past Golgotha 

Overflowing with mistakes

Why do some of you always hurt the ones you love

Is there no room

For give and take

Are you lost to me forever

No matter how much your heartaches

Can I just say these words

Even though

The silence grows between us

In a new world slowly devoid of prayer

Beyond the mean words

You throw

Why do some of you hurt the ones

You should love so much

When you judge

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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The Voice of Daruda

The Voice of Daruda

(A lone voice whispers from The Great In-Between)

Many of us in here

Just wonder

Is your social media an unreported captivating habit

Do you all just now suffer from Addiction Affliction

Is that the new drug of the 21st Century

And once you've had a hit

Are you just addicted to it

Be honest

Can you really leave your phone off for a day

Or do you just return relentlessly from the real world you inhabit

Always seeking Escapism with it

It seems to us

That this is the new drug of the 21st Century

Are you but unknowing

Prisoners imprisoned in this new technological penitentiary

Just driven and magnified by new friends and information

You are constantly told you need

Is this addiction the Twentieth Century’s ungodly addictive mead

Were you taken in by but a sip or do you ration with a quick nip

Do you deem social media a captivating habit

Do you wish you could sometimes forget the real world you inhabit

But are you just sacrificing something in return

Are you forgetting to really engage in real life

Do you consciously make a choice to constantly check for updates

From social media and all its ungodly platforms

As it slowly reduces your ability to see what's really going on

Are you simply letting social engineers manipulate you

Have you stopped going out that front door and seeing just nature or someone special 

Shouldn't you all visit Mother Nature more

Embrace family and more importantly

Live life

Some Mystics say for every smile you can elicit from other

It makes the journey lighter and helps the soul recover

Mystics say to give freely

For you have also known want

Mystics in here

Say to offer hope to those in need with nothing in return

It's how your soul teaches your consciousness to learn

If you can do all or some of the above

Maybe you and humanity can learn to live in love

You might still have jealousy and greed but with hope

They will be a dwindling breed

What says you

Will you sacrifice what the social engineers say you need?

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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