Bewitched

Daylight may softly whisper it's but an hour away

But such is the spiritual power of your divine company, 

I will stay

Transformed emotionally beyond all known boundaries of esoteric norm 

By your captivating form

While your carefully chosen words like spoken spells

Holds me and unfolds me

And it's where I want to forever stay

An hour away from sunrise, 

Laid together 

Entwined 

Listening to the early morning birds play 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Foundation.

Have you ever experienced that magical moment, when you want the night to never end?

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The Invocation of Eros

 

(A lone voice whispers)

May this prayer help you be mine

My sweet and dear Clémentine

To summon Eros 

From the Deep Divine

So two hearts can forever be entwined

  

And through destiny  

Be bound in love's surreal ecstatic chains

No longer restrained

Like an unspoken quatrain

A stanza of four lines

Which forever pines

But to ignite the spark 

Of a new light 

A reborn sonnet to dispel the darkness 

Hidden out of sight

From my heart 

So Mother Moon

Turn your wheel to send a beam 

From The Great In-Between 

To empower me in this

My heart's only quest tonight 

To imprint how I feel

While I kneel

As I call her to me,

So mote it be  

What will be 

Will be

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Lucid Dreaming

 

Your treasured memory flashes like a falling star from my mind's eternal sky 

It creates cosmic time loops where spirits from the tomb gather 

While old conversations, like white snow, falls 

As time no longer flies

With such glitz and glamour 

And whenever I see your face amongst others again in that time loop 

As in, you swagger

I always remember why I still love you 

For like the mystical everlasting sea

The wild magic of you and me

Together 

Will forever flow and run free

Like a lone siren's love song once whispered 

To try to hypnotize 

Ulysses 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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Foundation of the piece.

Those we love live forever, whenever we remember.

Only read if you want more love and understanding in your life!

 

A supernatural piece.

Only read if you want more love and understanding in your life!

(A lone voice whispers after lighting a candle. The invocation ends with the blowing out of the candle, after the last line is recited)

The Prayer to The Elementals.
Candēla Meditation.

(A lone voice whispers)

Power of Air
Power of Land

Hear my souls
Holy writs

I pray for love and understanding
So come my way

Power of Night
Power of Day

Hear what I say

I summon thee to protect me

So be it

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

P.S

You do realise by reading it silently, you've summoned more love and understanding into your life?

Energy goes where attention flows.

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Escapism

 

Foundation.

If you could escape this world, would you take that risk?

Escapism 

As if cursed by the son of perdition

As I go about my new life's mission to gain admission to her realm

With Aphrodite's dead ringer who whispers songs of exquisite rendition

Praying a lone arrow from Eros bow will strike, drawing gasps from the angels watching

High in the midnight sky 

As I breathe in her sweet aroma and passion filled scent, like pure oxygen 

And feel regal like a king

Like King Solomon 

As her aura captures my soul like a moth is attracted to a flame

So now all dark nights appear so long and so black

As the shadow people slowly advance

Whispering my name 

For they know I have been changed by someone so radical.

As I entered the Fifth Dimension one strange night 

Looking to finding a love so sacred and magical

But that's the magic of searching for the fantastical

For as sure as winds seduce trees by subtle caresses 

As the world wakes each year in a new spring and fresh life begins

I write this before I go to the Hidden Forest

Where the White Ash stands

Where green ivy hides the entrance to her lair, and other slaves play music, while chained to metal stands

With the smell of incense on patrol in the electricity filled air

Ready to invade lungs and take control

It's ten to two in the morning and I have to appear at four

So if I don't come back, I leave this for you to know I'm fine

Keep the house 

Car and money 

For I'm going to a new place where fear no longer exists 

A place I hope welcomes me in

Just pray for me that I don't 

lose my soul and become just another flesh slave 

Chained up playing music in her band

A prisoner trapped forever in her cave

As she sits or stands

On her golden throne singing with her crimson red lips

You're now mine

Now get in line

Your time will come play

For now, you're caught 

And can no longer run away

For you're now just another one of my familiars

One in a trillion 

No longer a civilian 

All this I know for a German called Schiller

Told me over the internet

Told me to come over

Told me I'd be a member of a wolf pack serving a queen in The Great In-Between 

So here I am

Pray for me 

Ma xxx

Forever yours

Your son 

Jimmie 0

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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Have you had the Blues?

Have you had the Blues?

(A lone voice whispers)

As the silvery midnight sun rose

I drank my wet velvety smooth whiskey

Tasting exquisitely
My Life's Blues

I looked to the faraway sparkling stars

Wondering

Where do those lost really go

The mother's
Fathers
Sisters and brothers

After this mortal show

Is it to alabaster halls and reunions with old family and friends

Warm conversations
Endless soft music

Dancing around fires and priceless red wine

Or somewhere else

Cocooned between this world and the divine

Just relentlessly exchanging stories and fond memories

For there is no longer any time

Will they still remember us and send us a sign?

A soft kiss on the cheek
A red robin
A white feather

To always remind us,
They still wait love drunk

In all weathers

Longing for an embrace
Like a drop of spiritual moonshine

Will we ever see them again?

Or are they simply lost forever

No matter how hard we pray and mutter amen

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

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Catharsis

 

Foundation.

Does writing letters help purge negative emotional feelings after a breakup?

Title:

Catharsis 

(A man writes a letter to put with many others. He writes one each month to try to calm his mind, regarding breakup advice from a psychiatrist)

Thinking about you and the first day we wed

Spiritually 

As I sit here

Under our once favourite tree

Writing to you again through poetry

In the form of a letter I'll save with the many others

So time won't forget us 

I still find myself having a familiar feeling

Where originally 

I couldn't sleep

Kept awake each night with the lone thought which beat like a heavy drum within 

With such zeal

Does she still love me

My Lucy

For love has planted a seed

Then I always used to get a supernatural feeling like I'm being watched by someone who too

Like me has a special touch

A gift of second sight which lets them see too much

For whenever I closed my jaded blue eyes 

I used to feel you there

Waiting like a new Lola Carmichael 

Ready to judge

Behind my open eyelids

Slowly taking 

All in

I sometimes used to hear your low breathing

And when the air turned suddenly colder

And my hair turned a little bit grayer as I got older

I always used to say aloud

May peace be with you

And God carry you

Whenever you need to be to renew and carry in your heart

This thought that our old love which I pray still binds us

And we will never be apart 

Amen

And the sudden being watched sensations used to stop

So hopefully, 

Wherever you are

You will forever feel satisfied, our relationship was so special 

And something so magical 

Still in the twilight hours of living

Survives 

For it's now transcendental 

For although we both once had to wrestle hard like Samson and Goliath with the Devil

Our old love still blooms like a lone red rose 

So sentimental and vibrating with such vigour and bliss

And still follows me wherever my life

Goes

And will stand the test of time 

Like something once painted by the legendary Michaelangelo 

Goodnight and god blessed

My love

For I can feel you're here reading this

Forever yours

Terry 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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Rehabilitation

 

Rehabilitation 

(A lone voice whispers)

Do you know

One of those 

One of the corrupted 

Whose greed makes them take things they don't own to sell

Filled with a need

So deep 

Who looks for a daily high 

Everywhere they go 

As if under a witches spell

For they lack any morals as far as the eyes can see 

Searching for anything linked to Degradation

One of the all consuming servants of Darkness which will forever need to feed

On all things

But particularly love and trust 

And as sure as the moon watches

Have you seen

All their relationships turn into dust

For what those blinded while under that spell don't know

When Darkness 

Is invited inside

It will corrode their soul

Until it's coloured like rust 

Leaving them lonely 

With no one to love or trust 

For they were lost at the very beginning, 

Long ago 

When they followed

Degradation carefully manufactured manifesto 

But in all things dark

There is always hope

For all they might need is a candle

To lead them into the light

Lit by someone 

To help them untangle the darkness which 

If not illuminated 

With forever lead them down the road to their own Golgotha

A new place of skulls and heinous scandal 

So the question is

Will you be one of humanities good examples? 

Or are those lost in the darkness

Too hot 

For you to handle?

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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The Guide

 

The Guide

(A lone voice whispers)

What a year to be alive to see poetry still thrives

Want some new readers?

Well, I asked this once when I was institutionalised

Before in The Great In-Between 

I was baptised to be non institutionalised

So here's my advice 

Try to write immersive experiences 

For some long-lost legends whisper 

That every spirit seeks to walk in newer realms on their way to redemption 

So take your readers by the hand and like a leader 

Take them on soul tempting journeys into the unknown and mysterious 

Hold them mesmerised

Spellbound through words like ringing church bells

To keep them reading slowly like the birth of a caterpillar 

And when that red key eventually turns in their minds

To open a blue portal and enter them into a strange interdimensional place

Through the two great ancient white pillars

Of

Ashtara and Shoka

 

To where smoke and fire

Day and night burns 

A spiritual place

I call The Great In-Between

A mythical experience for the curious mind

Begins

A fog filled place where pain sorrow and sin

All things seen or unseen

Like love and happiness exists 

A wild place where darkness 

Shadows selves

Corwatturea creatures

Spirits

Angels and beauty 

Coexists 

In absolute tranquility and harmony

And you my friend 

In that subliminal moment, that red key turns

A new reader of yours is reborn

One who seeks their Drover

As their need and curiosity takes over

To move them through higher high roads and lower byroads 

Unexplored old church lanes 

Of joy and pain 

To walk them through the fire and snow storms 

To find a new mother load 

Via this underground railroad

Unspoken poetic stories to take them under like chloroform

For their souls 

After stepping into

The GREAT IN-BETWEEN 

Will have been truly transformed and renamed 

For now, they'll walk like new aged gods and goddesses 

Baptised in that smoke 

Fire and rain

To stand up strong like their newfound Drover 

And walk forward forever

Trying to stay pure and unashamed 

As their need for more

Takes over

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Art  

The Drover by Frank Spear

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Life's First Unspoken Law

 

(A lone voice whispers)

You do know deep love

Even if it sometimes hurts

From separation from family or friends who have crossed over

And all things left may seem broken or unfinished 

It does not rust 

Like iron or steel abandoned in one of life's forbidden forests

But forever will bloom and flow like a torrent 

Throughout you

Like a soft hurricane filled with golden ethereal dust

For the gift given by your chosen God at your birth

Through its unspoken Life's First Law 

Which says in it, you must trust

Life's Unspoken First Law

Love and let yourself be loved from the first day of your birth 

And your memory will never be extinguished and left to be vanquished and relinquished

By anyone who knows you

As you live with love and exchange love 

Like your God, 

Your king 

Once wished

Before you were born 

Here on Earth

(C) Copyright John Duffy