Assimilated Existence.

 

My early morning post relates to:

Assimilated Existence.

(A lone voice whispers)

Many of us simply without second thought, sacrifice who we are based upon peer pressure, social pressure or even political pressure.

When you were born, the world lay at your feet

Embrace that thought
Don't conform

You may lose things you deem irreplaceable,
but never lose you.

Through all the trials and tribulations,
the losses and small victories.

Be courageous.
In all that you do.

A lifetime of being a rebel to the system

Is so much better
than simply bowing down within its judgmental pews.

So constantly try to be strong enough to express your views.

And be humble enough
to understand what's new.

But utmost
Be brave enough

To just be you

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

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#inspiration #poetry #selfawareness

Have you had a visit?

 Foundation.

Is social media temptations new ultimate playground?

Have The Children of The Ruina, visited you or someone you know?

In the first darkness, they come.

The Children of The Ruina. (L)

(A lone voice whispers)

My soul was once taken in from the cold

To join a new fold

To then wear a small finger of yellow and gold

By a goddess who lived by the sea

Who just loved me

Like seeds love spring when they are summoned to make the land green

The most beautiful woman I've ever seen

We were as one as we strolled

As the years past

And clocks rolled

But then the Angel of Separation passed and put us to task

Sent temptation our way

To see if we would yield, fail or pass

And I'm glad to say we never swallowed its deadly pill

And even more

Love each other still

So in closing

Just know even if you're happy

There are those out there

Somewhere 

Like the Angel of Separation

Who are jealous and will test your will

And offer you

Temptations lascivious pills

With a smile hiding a snarl

From the lost temple of Baal

So hold those you love closer than ever 

In this

The new age of those who'll put your relationships to the sword

Those not blessed 

By any known Lord

(C) Copyright John Duffy 

Ruina.

Ruin, fall, destruction, downfall, ruination, overthrow.

The Harvest King

 

Foundation.
With the world going through a dark phase, are there silent watchers hidden in the mists?

(A lone voice whispers)

Earth, wind, fire, sea and stone

Hear me
People

I
Therismos
The King of the Autumn Harves

The burning sword sent to light the way home

Who was commanded to flood the Earth

With divine energy and hidden stardust

Before the Great Sowing of All Creation

As Starlight
Took flight

Before manifestation
Sends
Such treasures

To be gathered
And reaped

Before Winter
Descends

The Harvest Moon
Opens the doorway
To my kingdom

So I can find
My way

To bring forth
All things
Which must come

To an end

For I'm
The herald

Of the three living
Multi-dimensional cycles

Birth
Death
Rebirth

Spring
Autumn
Spring

All in between
Are just fragments

Like the white stag
Standing alone in the forest

Eluding hunters
Who want to be
Nourished

So know this
As long shadows rise
In the East

As cast by the West

What your world
Does now
Could call my
Sickle

To bring
The second cycle

Sooner than later
For the Creator

To rid the hallowed fields
Of all life's traitors

The dictators
Haters

And all those dark
Crusaders

For I am the bringer

The singer
Who knows
Where this world
Goes

Therismos
One of Cristo'
Unspoken heroes

Hidden behind the veil
Always
Watching in the shadows

At the necropolis
Of Osiris

At Abydos

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Unconscious Epiphany

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Never succumb 

Or lose that magical quality

 

Which quietly whispers 

Into your dreams 

As you softly sleep

Fight with all you are 

Through all the struggles and confusion 

Life presents

To keep that beautiful magic alive 

We all desire a spark 

A real connection

An ageless understanding 

Forever aspiring 

To comprehend and blend to

A whole new direction 

Following no choices or preconceived 

Predictions

Have you grown to be one of Life's dreamer’s 

Singers 

Musicians 

Writers or poets

Are you but one of

The many

Timeless

Travellers walking upon invisible 

Electric highways

Of lost unheard frequencies 

Beguiling 

Whatever the

Listener hears

Or the readers

Sees

Can this be one of your silent mantras

Blessed be 

Come forth 

Let me 

Beguile the ears 

Or eyes 

Ride with me 

Out of this lifeless world

Let's ride through 

My Imagination 

As the bleak nights or dark days 

Forever unfurls

Copyright John Duffy 

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Press play.

Salute.

#Senryū

 

Foundation.

Throughout life, family friends and people can leave a lasting impression.

Do you sometimes wish you could just hear their voice again, one more time?

#Senryū

Within these dark days
(5)

I try to hear their sweet voice (7)

For inside they live
(5)

(C) Copyright John Duffy

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The Concubine

 

The Concubine 

(A lone female voice whispers clutching a photograph)

Sometimes 

I stand silent and still 

Just staring up at the blazing hot sun

Is there nowhere left

For me 

To now quickly run

No retreat or temple of Salvation

After all is 

Said and done 

No matter how you preach

Or shout

I've done all of this 

For you

Lived this old life

Swam the many emotional oceans

Walked 

The dark lonely wastelands 

As the passing grey clouds

Turned blue

But

When I stand silently still

Under the blazing sun

And close 

My deep green eyes

Even though inside

I see the shining beacon

An innovative revealing 

Of a deep inner truth

Even though 

The emotional 

Undulating oceans

Still whisper your

Still treasured name

This fate I've chosen 

To be your concubine

Numbs the fire and heat

And keeps me eternally

Frozen

My time may be near 

The grey mists are parting and it's all becoming rather clear

I need to leave to start living and to

Really breathe

But I can still feel 

You just running 

Through all of my pulsating veins

For all those old ways still haunt me 

Still

Visiting in the quiet darkness 

At three

They always remain 

Like gate crashing guests

But when 

The early morning sun rises

And I open my eyes

It burns them into tiny grey embers

Sending them up high

Into the blazing hot sun

And as I pause and bathe in its glorious undertow 

As I watch the Autumns

Golden leaves fall

And hope break through all my inner carefully

Compartmentalized walls

No matter where this new life

Goes

I really know

I'll just be ok

Because I know I'll rise

And no longer fall

No matter what

 gets 

In my way

Starting from today 

(C) Copyright John Duffy 

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Love of a lifetime at Lafayette

 

Foundation.

I took some flowers to the cemetery and saw a man in deep conversation 

And wondered what he might be saying?

(A lone voice whispers)

I once ran for a rare taste of true love

Ran like a school boy 

As God smiled from high above

And when now I think back 

Now that I'm old 

Thinking of all 

Those times we shared together 

Sheltered from the cold

Times 

Which heralded such great poetic rhymes 

Like the sounds of our baby's small favourite toys

Which danced around and chimed 

When found

I'll always remember you

Gabrielle

Dressed in red and blue 

In my dreams

While I dream in 

The Great-In between

My one and only queen

The most beautiful woman I've ever seen

Who once loved me 

For a short while 

In my life

The one who showed me kindness and grace within a single look

Whenever I felt strife cut deep 

With its sharp knife 

And needed Jesus's good luck

 I still see your beautiful face 

You know 

Laying on our bed on my right

Before you disappeared 

Like a moth 

Into the night

And I'll always love you 

Whenever I remember 

The one who appeared 

To love and console me 

Once in November 

On the greatest day of my life when we got married

And I finally surrendered

Goodnight my love 

My still shining light 

Who always keeps me centred 

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The Rise and Fall of Sun and Moon

 

(A lone voice sings by campfire)

Drifting on a lone cloud
I sing

Of things
Once seen
Within

With
The Sun and Moon
Who knows my name

For they too
Rise
And set

The world over
In pain

So I dream
Oh
I dream again

Whispering to them both

O tell me
O tell me
Friends

Will I dream alone
Until the end

And into solitude
Descend

Or will wisdom's spirit
Fly to me

So tell me
O tell me
Friends

Sun and Moon

Will I wander
With this hole

In my endless
Dark Night
Of the Soul

Or will my world
My Great Seal
Hear me

And help me
Heal

So
Tell me
O Tell me
Friends

Was all revealed
From beginning
About the end

When I caught
Her white feather
Spinning

So
Tell me
O tell me

Elemental Spirits and
Friends

I call to you
Both

O
Sky and Moon

Will I love once more
And open
A new door

To feel what's
Real
In this endless quest

As I try to pass
All tests
Once set

Or will
Whispers

From Sun and
Moon

Tell me
Wait

For
She comes

Riding
On waves

Of The Winter's
Monsoon

And to still sing
The lost echoes

Of this

A once-lost
Tune called

The Rise and Fall of Sun and Moon

For
She comes

Riding
On waves

Of The Winter's
Monsoon

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Aspire

 

(A lone voice whispers)

To circumvent the irreducible

To find a lasting legacy

To endure within

Life's ever so fast-flowing crucibles

Tell someone some stories

Make up some stories

In books or poetry 

Create the foundations of your own divine masterpiece 

Be a glorious priceless commodity displaying such incredible magnanimity

It's how you'll soar to newer heights from here to infinity 

Listen to me as I whisper

The old master of life's crucibles

Don't just be a daily ritual 

You adhere to

As you slowly search, 

Looking for a way 

To get through 

But be expressive 

Beyond excessive 

Be wilfully wild

Like an unruly child

And bravely say

Rules were always meant to be broken 

Or will you simply drift

Socially conditioned

To a dark place

Where dreams and possible stories 

And all their glories

Languish 

Forever held in check

Never to be spoken 

Chained to your minds 

Dark unparalleled 

Unvisited pillars 

Lying abandoned and unspoken, 

Or will you instead 

Rise

Like a phoenix 

From scorched remains

Embrace life and all you meet

Before the Dark Tall Man

Calls 

And stops you as your living soul has to silently admit defeat 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy