The Diary Letter to Beatrice
(A lone voice whispers, as the right hand, takes careful notes)
In the deepest of silence
I always walk
Deep in thoughts, into my own created Maelstrom of Defiance
As memories of you appear slowly, like a wild moorland winter fog
Which slithers, rolls and returns
With a soft hint of a time that was truly priceless
Announced with a slight shiver, running down my spine, that burns
As the air magically fills with that so familiar pulsating scent, of Chanel N°5
That makes me wilt and pine, as all my sharpened senses, quickly come alive
An imagination mind trick, that if I told any doctor
They would put me straight into, any asylum, with this wrap up line
"Old man, isn't it time you dropped her?"
It's usually then, that feel your presence and visually embrace
In my mind's cathedral of memories, all those lingering thoughts and images
Whispering like feverish crows
About everywhere, we once went
Before our descent, from the pinnacle of grace, as we got old
Especially whenever I look in our old silver mirror, and start feeling cold
When I still see reflected, your dark eyes, looking back at me
Which carries a hint of your sweet snarl, encased within a smile. I once used to call, heaven sent.
But when those loving sensations slowly fade
And life winds once more, blows my way
And the mind fog, stops rolling in from my mind's, Highlands
Returning me to Reality Island
Just know, my twin flame in my Eternal White Room
I still carry you and your beautiful name, to the tomb
Deep inside, wherever I go
For your husky voice always rides and rules my internal highways, whenever I smell that so loved perfume
Like a reborn Gail
In a New Sin City
Called The Hippocampus
A place I call too, like George Kelby Jr.
Who once went to Cross Creek trying to find forgiveness
When Doubt calls and bills me
Whenever I try to remember
Why even after all these years, I still feel so guilty
About there no longer being, a living tale about us
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Have an inspiring week.
Salute.
Want something deep to carry into 2025?
Title:
The Poetic Wheel
(A lone voice whispers)
Be courageous
For some things last forever
This is the Universal Law
Regardless of your flaws
So you must keep running or walking on the towpath of Redemption
Not towards self destruction
But towards salvation
Keep making spiritual contracts
And contacts
To meet and experience
Support
Hope
Love
Pain and even sorrow
Regardless of the hindrances
Tomorrow
For this is the norm
So, if you're reading this
With curiosities, kiss
Your higher form has already made contact
You see
It's a strange ebb and flow
For even chaos, death, and night
Doesn't last forever
This you probably already know
For we are all like faraway stars which will never fade away
Souls turning their Eternal Wheel
Powering it by our written soul contract
Under a magical seal,
And so we must never yield
Therefore, no matter how depressed or happy you feel
Know and keep
Going
For there will always be someone, writing or speaking
Taking their turn,
Turning the spiritual, poetic wheel
To maybe help you heal
Souls perhaps
Like you
Experiencing
A
similar life
Others can sometimes, never see
(C) Copyright John Duffy
Foundation.
Does visiting a medium change your life perspective forever?
Have you visited one?
Title:
Rêves de Miss Applegate
(Dreams of Miss Applegate)
(A female voice whispers)
I can still see her
Old Marie Laveau
Dressed in motherly blue
I can't pretend
In my scrying mirror
Looking back
And smiling
Summoned to haunt me
From when I visited
Big Mama Aurelia
Somewhere out on the water village, of the Grand Bayou
For she announced the end
Of me being single
And a time and place
Of happiness
I still cannot see
Where I'll mingle
When the great Kamadeva, will walk in
Like a proud Captain Jake
And tempt me to sin
In new
Where's and how's
The what if's and so's
So, sometimes I stand dressed in my Mama's old white wedding dress
Looking in my long black and gold mirror
Pleading to know my fate
In what year,
Month or day
Will she come see me?
Before each winter's year ending, snow
And whisper
This year
This year, the waiting ends
Josefina
So I can celebrate the overthrow
Of another phase of living lonely in Hades
But until then
I'll just go back to masquerading on my life's only mission
On my heart's beating crusade
Looking for true love
Before I too fade away
Is this half existence
The price you pay
When you listen to what mediums say?
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Kamadeva is the god of human love and passion, who is known to awaken carnal desires among humans.
(A lone voice whispers)
Have you ever wondered if your soul is just mirrored reflections
Fragmented shards of an augmented reality
A divine kaleidoscope of your own perceived ideas
Of what to do to get to your version of heaven, and how to avoid hell?
Overlaid onto a real-world environment
Are you too logical to ever really understand, but just bravely parading around like another human being
Locked into a social engineer's dream
Trying to live within, and under its dark magical, mesmerising spell
Hypnotized by whatever is subliminally repeated, on your handheld screens
Slowly waiting unconsciously, before it's too late for spiritual understanding
To return to just you
To truly see there's more to life than chasing paper dreams
Before you catch the last bus, to take you home to atone
In The Great In-Between
Where you'll be asked
Did you live a life clean life or did something happen, that was unforeseen
That caused you to live temporarily, unclean
(C) Copyright John Duffy
The Great Halls of Eden
(A lone voice whispers)
Walking in like the Grand Inquisitor
Tomás de Torquemada
Dressed in a dark robe
With Beethoven's “Moonlight Sonata” playing loudly in her wake
I can remember when Love brought me through a gate
To a doorway leading to her Three Castles of Rejection
Cruelty
Intolerance, and Fanaticism
And when she nearly broke me within each of those walls, she introduced me to her other Three Castles of Seduction
Through another darkly lit doorway
Ecstasy
Blissfulness and Tranquility
Such is the juxtaposition of entering her Great Halls of Eden
For those Red coloured doors within that painted room, could lead you to your sweet salvation or doom
So just be careful when you smell her sweet perfume, when she smiles, as she approaches
For once, she takes you into her Great Halls of Eden
Once you enter that oak panelled waiting room
Always remember
One day, you could be in her master bedroom
And then one day, feel the harsh bristles of her witches broom
As you soul pleads and yells
Such is the power of being under her mesmerising spell
(C) Copyright John Duffy
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Need a Prayer in 2025?
(A lone voice whispers)
Oh, Lord.
Remind me to
Smile
Because by
Your grace
In the face of
Covid and all other things
Which everyone seems to forget and all they embrace
I'm still alive
A privilege denied
To so many, who have
Suddenly died
Remind me
Oh, Lord
My Almighty
I've still got so much more to give
As I live
And with your bright and beautiful stars
Lighting my way
Guiding and showing me the beauty
Of doing my soul's pure duty
To try to light a candle of hope
In just someone
As they pray to repent
To help them ascend
To help them wipe their spirits dry tears away
Maybe today
And to make your love grow stronger
Everyday
To undo old wrongs
It's why I kneel to pray
And whisper
Amen
No matter how hard life gets, intense
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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(A lone voice whispers)
Have you ever had a disastrous relationship before and wondered…
Were the dark forces at play at any given emotional, traumatic moment.
During or after?
Title:
Apollyon Relationships
(A lone voice ponders after a first date)
My love Morning Star
My fallen introduction
To doorways of sin
(575)
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Reference in this case:
Apollyon. / (əˈpɒljən) / noun.
New Testament the destroyer, a name given to the Devil (Revelation 9:11)
(A lone voice whispers)
Are your translucent memories like the softest of rain drops, when they suddenly fall
Reminding you of someone special or somewhere
On another level
For sometimes, you just want to get soaking wet, remembering the good times
But sometimes,
Do you also want to find shelter to help you forget
All those memories tainted with neglect
By the visitation of all bad intentions
Subtly introduced, by the so seductive and invisible, Devil
From another dimension
(C) Copyright John Duffy
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