Press play.
(A regal voice whispers)
Oh, Here,
She Comes
Oh, Here,
She Comes
Oh, Blessed Be
Oh Blessed be
Tonight the Goddess of Fertility and Motherhood
Appears on her white charger
To enchant and tempt all
Who wish to follow her
To her Faeryland
Ashera
The Goddess
At this dire hour
Comes forth
And rides in front
For all the anointed
To see Her
Gowned from head to toe
In a golden and green
Priceless steel armour
A true beauty of so
much Love and Light
With such beautiful brown opal eyes
Which glow
Like hidden fires
Once lit
In secret woodland groves
Who no one
Only the good
Dare to follow
For they know
Instinctively
The secret way
To the
Magical Doorway
In the Sacred Oak
So if you see or feel a gust of musty wind
Or smell a divine scent
That all your five senses are invoked
And conquered with such an exotic abundance
Of wild divine energy
For that's her biomarker
When she chooses to appear to the young
The old and elderly
Who may be in jeopardy
For she's Heaven sent
And hear the sound of her approaching steed's
Golden bells
That ring
Which hang on the necks on their black leather harnesses
So they can joyously
In unison
Rhythmically sing
It might be best to lay in the wide shades
Of your woodland hides
If you're tainted with sin
Way
Way
In the deep green green grass
And you she will pass
Or you could follow
Like a true believer of Apollo
As she rides
While above you
Skies above your New Age
Gradually gets darker
With the cries for war
Created worldwide famine
And soon-to-be global financial horror and ruin
Back to her Blessed Hollow
Beyond the Magical Doorway
To the Hidden Realm
Where I too reside
In Sweet Lands
Of The Great Sacred Oak
For her and her many
Fairy Folk
Tonight
They raid
For here will soon come
The Wild Riders
From across The Shee
Smiling gleefully
Totally unafraid
So tonight
This incantation
Whisper by I
Once known as
King Arthur
The first Knight
Of the Secret Guild
Of The Half-Light
Commands you all
To light
All the yellow hay-like beacons
Within your inquisitive minds
To create your own versions
Of my once treasured
Bridles Way
In England
To guide the Named Few
Maybe even you
To cross the Fairy folk's Fells
So in this year
Reeking of fear
The wildfires of Fertility and Motherhood
Can continue to burn within you
Without shedding a tear
So the seductive Myloto Dance
Can once more truly
Come alive
So many can dance
Play
Lay
Pray or sing
With the new freedom, they've never felt before
The Dawn cockerel screams
To break her hypnotic enchanting spell
As the rising morning
Sun
Once more
Announces
It's
Closing that magical paranormal portal
Back to her Sacred Hollow
For the brave few
That queued in procession
The whole night through
When they found the courage and followed
So her golden precious bells
To them
Could sing
Forever
A proclamation to defeat all known deep depressions
For they like me
And many others
Will soon be annotated
To be reborn
Immortal
To live in happiness
With our beloved Asher**
A beautiful goddess of Heaven
Just not known
to many
Still living mortals
Still living mortals
Who'll never find the way
Or the Keys of Courage
To crossover
By using her secret magical
Paranormal
Portal
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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There is a call deep on high
It whispers in the darkness and constantly cries
It speaks of divided parts entangled but still standing whole
An unconquerable timeless love forever aflame between two now lonely souls
I was once yours it whispered and you were always mine
Simultaneously, we might be separated by the great veil, but we’ll still stand together as one
Watching the crestfallen stars until the fall of time
For together we are indivisible by death and all that remains
For we two carry our golden chains even though its burdens may cause temporary pain
We are but just lonesome wanderers awaiting reunion
But one day we shall again be as one
You’ll just have to be patient and wait until my time is run
Such longing flows through my veins
The one I still miss who could no longer remain
It’s but a holy need I really could not casually dismiss as your soft caresses I still really just miss
I can only but look forward to a new tomorrow when we shall once again meet in a new Summerland
Devoid of pain, cancer, or sorrow
To be reunited in halls of immeasurable secrets
Where we shall no longer grow old and all our love shall be reborn and surrounded by lights of shimmering silver and gold
I visited a medium in the fall of the last Full moon
And Shirley said
My other half still waits in the dark
She stands lonely too with a broken heart that still pines
So Julia
This is my message for you
One day, beyond the mists of time in a new place filled with tranquilly for all to behold.
All our stories and adventures shall be retold
For ours is a love which shall still grow as we are inescapable souls
Irredeemable, we may still be
Full of mortal faults and mistakes, but blessed be by the lights of Goddess Albina
Beyond the Great Wormwood Star
Unconquerable two souls
Will once again
Walk as one
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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(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)
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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(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?
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
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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(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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