Visions from The Great In-Between

Visions from The Great

 In-Between

(A lone voice whispers)

Did you know that demons prowl like a clan of hyenas while you sleep? 

They come close, creeping in from the dark shadows and sniffing for the odour of your soul. 

Their presence may signal that you are becoming increasingly corrupted by the insidious manipulation of society as you grow older. 

They seek the sweet smell of cabbage, a feast to collect, much like Bob Marley, as your soul grows weak.

As you carry more and more unnecessary chains and baggage. 

So the question is: 

Will you pray to your God of choice to strengthen your soul? 

For when you sleep, the night dwellers come prowling, creeping in to seek you as their ultimate goal. 

For they look for corrupted souls who are drawn to all things wicked, linked to defilement.

As they use soul metastasis to help their wickedness grow, like falling black snow. 

(C) Copyright John Duffy

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The Angel of Fatima

 

Foundation.

In a corrupt world, do angels of any faith watch?

The Angel of Fatima

 (A lone voice whispers)

Sometimes, in the sight of such mindless violence

In this deep silence

I kneel to pray in these grey shadows

That peace will prevail, one day in your world

That mountain tops worldwide will joyously sing, with unconstrained laughter

And in defiance

As we, The Watchers

Angels

From the Great Hereafter 

Smile, as our Silver Towers in Heaven

Hum with a sweet medley 

Of 

Praise Be

Praise Be

For sinners below

Will be baptised

In a new sea of Galilee, by a reborn John the Baptist

To be winners

To find true love 

Walking freely

Now in open forests

Pleading to be plundered

Daydreaming souls will no longer need to wander

In frantic visions

Alone

Since purification, not self-sacrifice

Will lead them to divine wonders 

To block their pyramids of pain

With Hope's capstone

Will you 

Call me

When the moon's

High

Past the tree's 

Hiding the skies

When the Eclipse 

Comes

For I can see and sense you 

Need that feeling

A loud drumbeat of need

That screams

Pleading

So

Will you open those tired arms

And let me in

So I may with sunlit kisses

Swim in all your inner vestibules

Sanctify all you know

As we dance as one

To a new song

Announced by life-changing, fast-moving octaves

As a glorious new world is built upon the many graves of

The secret slaves

Of an old empire 

Of such depravity and corruptible sin

With their rich leaders 

Just the seen knaves

Controlled by hidden hands

Of those

Our prayers

Can never save

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Copyright John Duffy

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Hope

 

Foundation.

We are all born to grieve for one day, someone we love, will have to leave.

Finding a means to cope, will hopefully give birth to hope

By eventually embracing our darkness, we can find some sort of peace.

The Kübler-Ross 5 stages of grief:

Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and finally Acceptance. 

Can't still believe it

Why

I'd do anything, take me

I'm staying in bed

I do miss them so, but at least I'll carry their memories with me

Everywhere I go

If you have been through grief, you probably will relate to the five stages 

Hopefully, you are at the last stage but if not

The others are just another part of the healing process, and will help you turn their dark pages

Poem below:

Laid on the altar

Of Elizabeth Kübler-Ross

She finds hope in grief 

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Finding Catharsis

Some say pain drives art.

Is that how you fell in love with poetry?

Title:

Finding Catharsis 

(A lone voice whispers)

Conjuring stanzas 

Baptised sanctified with pain 

To keep on floating

(575)

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The Diary Letter to Beatrice

 

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

The Poetic Wheel

 

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

Does visiting a medium change your life perspective forever?

 

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.

Gabriel

 

(A lone voice whispers)

I always used to wonder

Where do Robins go to sleep

Then one dark night 

Within a deep all-consuming lucid dream

At approximately one o'clock

A beautiful deity appeared out of the mist

Wearing a blue and white coat

Holding a Lily and a shining lantern

Across its shoulder, a golden trumpet and a branch from Paradise

On its golden belt 

Hung a scepter and a silver scroll

As it strolled towards me

Within my illustrious sleeping streams

A strange palace of darkness

Where no birds 

Flew or squawked

Its mysterious ever watchful eyes

Held me firmly transfixed

Like an ethereal heavenly hawk

Its bright white orbs 

Swallowed me whole

As it whispered words

I'll remember 

Until I'm old

Within the light of day, 

We appear

Your beloved and even I

To watch over and visit you

To see and follow all that you do

When we, the blessed few

Waiting in the new spectacular bright white lights

In the glorious cathedrals of Atmos, shadowy arches

Cross over 

When allowed a brief time

Before we are eventually 

Reunited in a new form

To rejoice in hymn

Within your All Highs 

Divine Church

Depending upon 

The faith of your choice

To visit those we still 

Love

To leave a sign or sing 

A sonnet

Happily with echoes of our new voice as we too mourn 

Then in here 

At darkness

In 

The Great In-Between 

A place you all visit 

Whenever you fall asleep

In deep dreams, 

We always appear

For real spiritual shapeshifters

Like us

Never really sleep

We just transform into Robins

Through a supernatural technique

For sometimes they are merely vessels

We use

Just one of our everlasting souls keeps

So if you see one 

And it sings

Looking straight at you

Remember this

It's just a beloved loved one

Maybe even me 

Archangel Gabriel

Channelling 

Through

And with that beautiful closing line

It disappeared quietly

Back into the receding winds that whined

Of the Hidden Divine

And when I awoke at eight,

I'm sure it met me

Sat on my old garden's wooden gate

My beautiful friend

Who loves to sit on the washing line

Whispering and singing

Hello

Sending shivers and tingling

Shooting

As I remember that dream

All the way

Up and down 

My sinuous 

spine 

(C) 

Copyright John Duffy

The Monologue of Saul

 

(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

 

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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