Reincarnated Love

 

Foundation.

Some old mythology says we are bound to find our twin flame or soul mate, before we are born.

Our true other half.

This journey is simply repeated until we do.

No matter who we end up with.

To become whole.

Could old myths be true?

Reincarnated Love

(A lone old voice whispers)

I write this for you to see in this lifetime because I couldn't find you, and my earthly time is nearly up

My beloved Mary Lee

I know you were born to meet me

On the twenty-six of November

A date, I'll know forevermore

As I look back 

Like now and remember

For we shall be together

In The Great Nevermore

 

Sharing conversations and sweet kisses:

Even after Death visits,

And offers you a drink of his sacrilegious dark wine

To end all your beautiful days and glorious time

I just know we shall be together, like twinned pilgrims 

In an eternal quest of hide and seek

Set forth in the silence, by a long remembered God

Lost somewhere in some surreal time stream

But together in insane spaces

In-Between

And as the soft capricious winds of Heaven

Change and dance like a wild Anna Pavlova

Between us

Creating a moving sea of love between our two pulsating souls

We shall know

In that very instance

Holding hands

Together, like first date lovers

In the universe's

Dust

That we can sing and dance together,

Forever 

And be joyous in each and every form

For ours is a love story

Beyond the norm

A love story which will forever survive 

Composed in golden italics 

and kept safely on gilded shelves, with so many others 

Written in Enochian Archives

Stored beyond the Great Pillars 

In a sacred tabernacle

By the pale blue Holy Sea 

Our Eternal Sea

This I know because before I was born into physical form

You were written 

Into my history

By my spirit guides

God and me

The woman I'm bound to always love and try to find

Whenever I'm reincarnated into mankind 

The one soul betrothed to me 

By an angel called, ADOEOET,

He who sings like a bird, who once whispered 

Meet you true love

My beloved Mary Lee

So, see you in another lifetime 

Your forever twin flame with no name

Whose loved is buried so deep no matter how many times

Life tries to bury me

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Do quiet moments, spent in reflection of a beloved, bring you closer to the God of your choice?

 

Foundation.

Do quiet moments, spent in reflection of a beloved, bring you closer to the God of your choice?

Title:
Calvary Dreams

(A lone voice whispers)

I heard your sweet voice
Today

On our anniversary,
Your birthday

That old well-loved familiar sound

Whenever I press
play

To see and hear you
On that old wedding tape
We once made

You still look so beautiful and sound so soft and sweet,
I just couldn't sleep

But stand up straight,
Weep

Rewind and repeat

Oh, why does God give you so much grief

Whenever
I see you or hear your voice

To then have to stand still
In total disbelief

And realise you're now living in new lands of immortality

And then I always remember
Calvary

A dark place
Enshrined in human history

Hanging
Painted up

In so many famous
Art galleries

So much wrong
Done to one
So strong

One crucified
For us and mankind
To sing a new song

A new song
So all could belong

To the light
Whenever their time came

And they could no longer fight

Cancer like you
Time or some other kind of pain

So now
Whenever I hear your sweet voice

Or your name whispered
Like on your birthday
Today

That familiar lovely sound
When I finally find the courage

To press play

To sit and reminisce about my true love
On that special day

Our wedding

And her incredible captivating spirituality

I just know you're safe
Smiling down
Looking my way

My beloved
Still much loved wife called Mary

Because Jesus died
For you and me

Even though
Crucified
By Evil

But never alone
At Calvary

So we could all rise

With the call of the
Golden Trombone

To atone
To then enter

Our true home
Under God's
Super Dome

I still miss you so much, but deep down I always know

God only calls the best ones home early and that's why in April

It will always feel like snow

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

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Have you heard the call?

 

Foundation.

How many hear the call and do the deal?

The Spell Caster. 

Are you missing something magical, in your midnight embrace

As you sit all alone 

Feeling lost and out of place 

Look out that window

If you feel unsatisfied, unwanted, or displaced 

Put down that phone and if you see Mother Moon trying, with beams of her bright moonlight

To show you a way

Beseeching you to look up high, into her glorious, night sky

If you see her angel shaped clouds, slowly part, and start to play 

You'll hear my soft voice, whisper and say

"Want to escape from your daily routines, today? 

Come open up, and find my portal, and eternal doorway 

By any old trees nearby, that I've commanded to sway

To follow that compelling feeling, to pay the toll 

To step through and be mesmerised 

Like my old muse,

Called Dorian Gray 

Who to me,

Once sold his soul 

When he too followed, the angel shaped clouds, at play

To open up my portal, and eternal doorway 

By those old trees 

Nearby

That I commanded to sway

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Are you attracted to eleven or more

 

Should 21st Century poetry

For the new minds of a culturally bombarded generation 

Be limited from 3 to 7 lines?

Before you answer 

To me personally, even though to answer, makes my Heart aches 

I like reading poetry built around subtlety

Concealed layers or secretive depths

Relatable interchangeable meanings

Powerful raw stuff that sometimes leaves your eyes wet

Unearthed within deciphering their carefully crafted imagery or subtext

3 to 7 lines of reading, might sound like heaven, but I'm old school 

Give me Lord Byron 

Shelley or Keats 

But I guess 

Like an Ode to a Nightingale

Maybe that's the beauty of poetry as She walks in Beauty

And like To a Skylark

It must sing

So I can only hope new generations enjoy poetry, so it continues to thrive and still live 

Within whichever form, and exciting tales that will continue to make their own hearts beat 

With all it can give

But for me

Reading deep poetry 

Feels like sitting briefly, metaphorically, underneath a Cherry Blossom Tree

Enjoying a delicious drop of spiritual tranquility 

Are you too, old school and what emotional fluctuations resonate with you?

 

Are you a three to seven or more like:

Eleven or more is heaven

Reader or writer 

Who enjoys late all-nighters

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The Calling

 Foundation.

Have you ever met someone where everything just clicked but then, for whatever tragic reason?

They just disappeared? 

The Calling

(A lone male, clutching an old photograph at midnight. Whispers, as a single white prayer candle burns)

Let me in

I whisper into this rising grey smoke 

Let its wispy tendrils carry up my plea's to wherever you are

No matter how far

Hear me

For I'm looking back at our old feverish memories, in these black and white fairground pictures 

In this semi-darkness

Between these two great voids

Separating me and you and so many others

Let me in

Through the ethereal panes of shattered astral glass

Filled with tangible strands of much-loved recollections

So I can once again cross the deep oceans of the Hippocampus

Flying for days and nights in and through its episodic sunshine, and rocky shores

So I can warm you with my old love

For I will never stop looking and calling

And lighting these white prayer candles

Hoping you're listening to this 

Somewhere 

Wherever you are

Listening and hearing my voice reading 

My heart's whispered secretive spells, which l will forever yell

In silence throughout the day and in feverish whispers at night

So let me in 

Now, it's midnight

To reach that forbidden place which connects all things

The Maelstrom 

But which stays hidden, as it holds you in its tight grip of a new seclusion

Especially, when everything 

Just goes wrong 

I can only pray my words are carried like an angels song, to make your beautiful eyes blink 

By this grey smoke gushing skyward from my incense candle, in these rushing four winds

Which will help to guide me 

To find a way, to try to find you again

Be it on Earth or in Heaven

So we can continue what we once found in our old lifetime

A beautiful treasure the Nexus Seven, in their rare sacred manuscript, called:

A meeting of similar minds

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The Voice of Hope

 

Let these words be transformed into a familiar voice 

And be the driving force and divine noise

The supernatural heartbeat to help you conquer and

circumvent defeat

Let this, 

My voice, be the driving force to summon happiness and love.

Comparison and kindness.

Conjured into your daily rituals, through silent prayer.

To help open up your tired eyes.

So you can really see, beauty and strength flowing, everywhere you go.

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

A voice from the Dark, speaks

 

A voice from the Dark, speaks

(A lone voice whispers)

There's s an island

You'll soon all see

Depending how old you are

Or really feel

A mythical land by the Divided Sea

Called

Purgato

A place many are branded to go

To be if transformed

Reborn

In a new angelic form

What will you take through 

Though

To hang around your neck

Like a golden yoke

Broken oaths of love

Jokes and painful stories

All of your lifes many now unwanted mistakes

People you tried to love

Some you still hate

It doesn't matter

We know and have seen all kinds

From film stars

Pop stars

World conquerors and all kind of leaders

Seen so many like us

Who once carefree

Entered these black gates

To eventually feel broke

Never to leave us

For at the point of salvation

They choked

But know this

Fate is a fickle friend

For what you do today

As you still live

With so much more to give

Could help you at your end

Be kind

Do more

Show emotion and some compassion

For we await

The hordes

To welcome you through these great gates

So what does that hidden side of your heart really sing of

Because that’s what you’ll need to bring

When your version of God demands and asks

Sitting and watching so high above 

Will you, my child 

Purge all your old mortal songs linked to sin

To earn my love?

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Be You

 Foundation.

With the considerable rise of AI software on all social media and business platforms, will humanity lose its creative edge?

Will you be tempted to do so?

Title:

Be You 

(A lone voice whispers)

Be You

Forgo assimilation

And try to avoid being spellbound and tied into the new AI System 

Dream and aspire before you're retired

With all your soul's, inner resistance 

Don't be bound to mundane hearts, no longer open to being plowed, with ravenous curious fingers

Hearts enslaved into a dark broken Labyrinth of unspoken, and untold things

Which could linger

From sad souls who've cried, as their creativity withered and died

Absorbed by the cleverly assimilated imagery and well created lies

To be one of the many lonely wanderers

Tumbling blind through inspirations now barren playgrounds

As the new, AI Hive Minds, long reach fires up to reteach 

Newly breached, unconnected human firewalls

While wild valley blackbirds and starling flocks

Scream and call out in unison, at the lack of the rising poetry

Music or literature, filled with human energy 

As spiritual temperatures worldwide, fall

Putting ingenuity into jeopardy

Screeching about the impending icy cold bath of human separation 

As they fly as huge wailing flocks, into the Summer Equinox

With the frosty breath, of AI Death of the Soul 

Lingering around like black mold

With bony fingers

Rattling without a sound

Awaiting its resurrection 

As daylight recedes and people seem to lose hope

But on that Devil's Island for some of the Condemned 

The one called Earth

The Exalted Ones

Maybe like you

Unassimilated and still free

Can lift up the trapped 

Those poor souls caught up in The Hive Mind

Slowly been drained of personality and self identity

 

Lost in the humankind labyrinth of the unspoken and untold

Who needs releasing to help rebuild the new pillars of creativity upon Earth

With their eventual rebirth 

This my friend with the bright eyes unseen 

Has always been a worthy oath to follow

For you've always been free to share your gift of uplifting 

Energetic, raw, and visual

Literature

Music or poetry 

Maybe bestowed 

From The Sacred Temples of Apollo 

What's says you?

Are you going to strive to stay the real you?

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This love, we once experienced in the darkness 

Beyond the long reach of the light of judgment 

By family, friends, or enemies 

Will go through a new phase of rediscovering

Rewriting our tragic love story 

In the Universes Grey Books of History 

Like a modern-day Fyodor Dostoevsky

For humanity is sometimes incredibly and intensely in love with all forms of suffering

Where love in action is occasionally a brutal and tragic commodity

Whenever and forever described in relation to someone special 

Who can make your heart scream

“Just believe in me”

As if in poetry or wishful dreams

For a love of any kind is never low-key

If you believe in something greater, the eyes of others, can never see.........

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The Voice at Easter Speaking Through Time

(A lone voice whispers)

If only we had understood the justifications

I wouldn't be composing these stanzas here in old Jerusalem

If only we had realized all those painful tragic answers to come

We would have stopped them from happening 

And took no chances at the very beginning 

If only we knew this day filled with darkness would be returning

We would have tried to stop it before our hearts started burning

But we never saw it coming and never disputed your stories saying so

Of which there was plenty

We believed we were to be together forever

To walk hand in hand in all weathers

We never felt deserted, even though it felt you were always away 

Praying or preaching 

But in the process of living

Our hearts gave up and cried

When nailed on that wooden cross before us

All the hopes of forgiveness and absolution 

Just looked us in the eyes

Smiled

Stopped breathing and quietly died

As we placed you in the tomb with Joseph and rolled forth that heavy stone

It felt to some as though we'd never met 

As they wept

But to us, who really knew you

Our hearts could never forget

And as I watched some cry and express hate for our Lord's fate 

I, too, despised what I'd become

I wished I'd found more time to be with you

To learn more 

All sad tokens of introspection as I laid you in that tomb

I thought like many others

You were taken from us and sent so far away

But the rumors circulating say you've risen

Oh, how happy we all are that you've escaped death's cold prison 

We all remembered when you said you wouldn't leave

That if in me, you do believe 

And if we didn't 

What would this world be like 

If you wouldn't in our hearts still be living

Well, that's now all in the past as we gather here on this beautiful Sunday

To pray in these moments for the forgiveness of all our earthly sins 

In this hidden backroom here in Jerusalem

To fall in love with Faith once more 

Now you've risen from the tomb

A dark place where we left you a few days ago 

To lay all alone

We can only pray the world of the future see the truth

For to truly believe, you don't need any proof

For faith is a delicate thing

Don't just look for it in well-written books or scripture

Don't look for it at night or during the day

Don't let it weep and recede or wither and just walk away 

Just believe in something greater

It's how he'll find you and reintroduce you to your maker

For as Nicodemus was once asked.

“How can a man be born when he is old?”

“Surely, he cannot enter a second time into his mother's womb to be born!”

You answered, 

“I tell you the truth, no one can enter the kingdom of God unless he is born of water and the Spirit.

Flesh gives birth to flesh, but the Spirit gives birth to spirit.”

So to all you readers who may read this in the near future

Just listen for the Almighty's great voice and with faith in something greater

You'll know in your heart it's him 

If you're just open to hearing it

After praying and then whispering 

Amen

(C) Copyright John Duffy 

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