Apollyon Relationships

 Press play.

(A lone voice whispers)

Have you ever had a disastrous relationship before, or looked at a friend, and wondered…

Were the dark forces at play at any given emotional, traumatic moment?

Title: 

Apollyon Relationships

(A lone voice ponders after a first date)

Are you my 

Morning Star

My fallen introduction

To spiritual and physical sin

A dark place 

Where I might never win

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Reference in this case.

Apollyon. / () / noun. 

New Testament the destroyer, a name given to the Devil (Revelation 9:11)

The Beguiled

 (A lone voice whispers at 3 am)

There was always something so controversial and medieval 

About exploring semi-clothed in the dark shadows

All the deeply hidden essences of you

But I guess it's just one of the many unspoken reasons 

Why I stepped into your view

Just unconsciously attracted when you appeared 

Right out of the blue

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Manifestation Dreams

 

Manifestation Dreams

Are we just in a gulag

Of our own making?

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Foundation.

Do we make our own prisons of the mind, we silently wallow in every day?

Gulag

Slang for any prison or detention camp.

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Canto Dreams

(A weary voice whispers)

Like a slave to love

I once looked for true completeness 

But like Beatrice and Dante, 

There was always a great barrier 

Between us

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Foundation.

Does society, peer pressure, family or religion, hinder many when searching for love?
 

Soulmates

 

Sometimes in life

If you're really lucky, 

You meet people you truly love 

Without all the complications of physical or spiritual crucifixions

Special ones

You can never grow tired of

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

 

Romantic Art Oil Painting on Canvas by Portland Artist BenWill

Reflections

 (A lone voice whispers)

Are you like me when selecting poetry or books to read

As they come up on your timeline or newsfeed 

For I've met some interesting people in my long life

And the most interesting ones I enjoy reading on any given night

Are those courageous ones who use the sharp knife of experience 

To write

To let go of whatever they need to purge using fonts as a testimony

In their own personal magical Fire Ceremony

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Poetry 101

 Poetry 101

(A female lawyer whispers)

Some of my narcissistic plaintiffs write for greatness 

But the most divine I serve 

Write simply for self-expression

To embrace their sacrifices

Personal experiences and inner freedoms

So my question is

Are you 

A.

A freedom plaintiff 

Or

B.

A narcissistic native?

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Loss

(A lone voice whispers, crying into a silent night as a white candle burns)

I still miss you like seeing a yellow butterfly in the rain

This new pain may be indescribable, but to me, it's palatable 

For without this indescribable pain

In time, 

I'm afraid

I'll slowly forget losing you

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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The Gate

(A lone voice whispers)

With reflection 

In this

The midnight hour 

I light a white candle

For the one 

Who once had me 

Under her power

Driven by loves

Powerful desires

For us,

The Almas Perdidas

(Lost Souls)

Maybe like you 

The

Left Be-Hinders

Who wallow and wade through griefs tiring waters

With a broken heart

After love says 

Farewell

To then become new drinkers

From Depressions deep well

Praying love returns

With a ring of a lone bell

To see true love

Once more and say

Stay 

Please

Don't go away

And melt my heart

Stay 

So we are now 

No longer

Torn apart

But like all pilgrims seeking God 

In their own particular way

We know the bell will never ring

We know our hearts will never heal or sing 

So we live 

In a living version of Purgatory 

Dying with each breath of decay

We take

As we watch and wait for our call

To join others

Now living beyond

Purgatory Great Gates

(C) 

Copyright John Duffy 

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The Letter

 

The Letter 

If there ever comes a time that you'll miss me

Read this

My handwritten soft kiss

The first time we spoke was like a hot summer in winter

You melted all that icy shell around my soul 

As our higher selves whispered

To leave me lying uninjured

And as that once cold husk splintered

I knew then all my morning and night prayers had been answered after being heard

(C) Copyright John Duffy