Have you encountered this insufferable word before?

 

Have you encountered this insufferable word before?

In business or personal life?

Title.

Frustration.

(A lone voice whispers)

Frustration.

Has it reared its eventful head yet?

A word laced with multiply meanings.

Connected to people, dreams, ambitions, times, places, and irritations.

If so, why let it subdue you?

Maybe slow count to ten and start again?

To try to free your mind and see your soul fly?

Change your thinking and free your mythical third eye?

And after whatever you do, whenever you reach that illuminated mode

Slow smile and whisper this battle cry

“I'll constantly try to be free

To be the true me until it's time to announce my final goodbye.

Ain't no Frustration going to cloud my expectations.

For I Live with Hope and will be an inspiration for further generations.”

So now that I've subtly made you read and silently absorbed those ritual lines into your universe 

A new empowering mantra.

Let's now conquer Frustration with its twin,

Aspirations and welcome her into your inner realms with a loud cry of exclamation

Never let Frustration be a statute of limitations

Instead, use it within an ancient philosophical and metaphysical practice like alchemy

And Transmutate all that pent-up energy into Aspirations 

A form of your own inner gold

You can thank me later.

For words listened to, spoken or absorbed can have such regal power.

If we let them flower 

It is just another silent way to grow slightly richer 

As you grow older.

While trying to overcome all things at any given hour

As you look out from behind those courageous eyes, you use as your great watchtower 

Now repeat after me:

I'll constantly try to be free.

To be the true me until it's time to announce my final goodbye.

Ain't no Frustration going to cloud my expectations.

For I Live with Hope and aspire to be an inspiration, for further generations.

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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Who has shaped your idiolect?

 

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Who has shaped your idiolect?

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My old love

(A lone voice whispers)

Within old letters sent that still create such powerful emotions that wills my very soul to genuflect 

And on favourite  photographs upon which I have wept

Memories of us together shall echo like Notre Dame cathedral bells 

Throughout me

For now, I speak 

Influenced by your profound idiolect

For all to see

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

A person’s idiolect in this case relates to:

The all encompassing linguistic impressions left by people you once knew or now know.

From life experiences and language encounters.

What you've read and who you've listened to.

From grandparents, parents, friends, teachers, and lovers.

Who have influenced you.

Do you ever repeat or use similar phrases like someone you know or knew?

Suddenly, unconsciously, right out of the blue!

 

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Juvenile Memories

 

Foundation.

With the conception and availability of social media to look someone up.

Have you ever looked up an old forever, once in a while?

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Juvenile Memories 

(A lone voice whispers)

There's still a bright light,

I look for out there.

To be found randomly somewhere, to always make me smile.

Whenever I think of you

My forever, once in a while 

For you still illuminate a secret part of my heart, like a country mile 

Even though you once bit me hard, like a wild African crocodile 

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The Lone Disciple called Jerome. Speaks.

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Are you like a lone bottle, 

A rare Nebuchadnezzar 

Floating in the middle of humanities blue sea 

A lonely spirit who can think of no other greater devotion 

Then being the yellow sandy beach

For someone drowning in parts of a seemingly never-ending 

Undulating ocean 

Are you like a white feather blowing randomly in its four winds 

Filled with relatable emotions 

One of the Blessed Few who are also related to the Broken 

Who must endure, the dark clouds and icy cold waters of damnation 

In slow motion 

The kind who hides in long shadows of commotion 

Those deemed blind and impure by mankind 

But always secretly looking for a cure 

For blessed are those who cry out 

For a form of rescue, as life pulses and tests you 

Blessed are the ones who suffer from love withdrawals 

Linked to quarrels of joy and mirth

Here

Hidden 

Just somewhere

On Earth 

For I will make them Most High

Says all the forms

Of all High Lord's 

Blessed are the stranded castaways filled with despair 

As they sit there crying in silence 

Thinking no one cares,

Upstairs 

Blessed are those love torn who shake their fists in fury 

At the watching heavens, Angelic jury's 

Cursing them 

Slowly dying

Feeling cursed 

Before their spirit bursts, and they end up in a shiny black hearse 

You are not alone

For I'm empty in spirit too 

Broken

And I see you 

For

We are kin 

Two strangers

Walking hand in hand 

As these deep occult waters run over everything 

Corrupting all they touch

With their insidious sin 

So if you don't know where you belong 

Can't navigate alone 

No place to lay your head, and no heart to call your home 

Take my words and then call my name 

For I am Jerome 

So named to guide you home

So we can dance together in the pouring rain 

So you're not on your own 

And together, entwined 

We'll purge our pain 

For we are blessed 

Two of the High Lord's best 

True survivors, enduring life and all its emotions 

For sometimes in life

Circumstance and fate

Might have built high walls to climb 

To reach your soul's

Nickels or dimes 

And there's no guilt to confess in women or man 

If you feel stranded or split between love and hate 

For The King of all the High Lord's so loved the broken 

And so I have spoken 

Just you wait

One day he'll open up the crimson gates 

Just keep praying

For hope always appears 

When everything seems dark and too late 

For there are some things that sometimes need to be broken 

Such as stubbornness

Pride and many other sinful habits 

For when we feel lost in our total brokenness

Our choice of God can build us back up 

For Your Lord is always walking beside the broken-hearted, and tries to save those who feel unworthy in spirit

So if you live in a painful place, but are also contrite 

There is still hope

Which will appear miraculously, to help you cope 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Reunited

 Reunited 

(A lone voice whispers)

All things might one day die, but not us

For we are timeless beings

Two feverish minds lost in new landscapes of The Great In-Between

Who Love has stubbornly refused to let go

As her friends sit back smiling, watching our incredible picture show

So, will you take my hand for this, our last dance?

While I still breathe and we still have a chance before sunrise?

For as you watch me with dark inescapable eyes 

While Prince sings the Beautiful Ones

I'll take your soft hand and trace the shape of desire upon your sensuous soft skin

To will you to let me in

As I blindfold your eyes while preparing a surprise

And when Darling Nikki finally sings a song filled with Computer Blues

I'll consume you and as you quiver and shiver

I'll hold you tightly 

Skin to skin

And look deeply within your dark eyes and slowly whisper

Beyond this mortal world, filled with darkness and pain 

We are reborn just to be together again 

And as your low echoes fill our candlelit red room 

I'll know then,

I just have to replay the Beautiful Ones 

For a night of explorations of the unknown and the untouched will soon begin 

A Holy Land of dark crucibles of intense pleasure and sweet pain 

As feverish minds in this new domain begin to wildly run 

For love has stubbornly refused to let us go

So while her friends are sitting back smiling, watching our complicated picture show

Will you take my hand for this, our last dance?

While we both breathe, and still have a chance?

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Arabella's Monologue

 

  

(A lone sorrowful female voice whispers)

Within grey cloaks 

With eyes 

Wired shut

I still remember that special night 

When we ran to our motel room 

You and me 

Two new lovers 

Soon to be baptized 

By Father Love

After Sabbath 

On a beautiful sunny

Sunday afternoon

I can remember us

Making wild promises 

High

On future plans 

To the watching jealous 

Sun and Moon

For in love's rising smoke and heat at dusk

We swan in a strange flux like Tarzan and Jane 

Happy in love's 

Deep Lagoon

Before Anteros struck 

Like Captain Ahab

With his sharp harpoon 

And so now 

I walk on

Alone 

Choking on the black dust of the Gehenna sand dunes 

Condemned for eternity 

To dream 

Of entering 

That sacred room

Outside Pandemonium's Gates

Protected by Architrenius the Arch-weeper 

And the Algiz runes

So now I 

Sing like a young Frabrato 

In Gey Hinnom

This Valley of Wailing

Singing a lullaby 

For a second chance 

In a Second Kingdom 

Where souls of lost women are cleansed for freedom 

Made pure 

To go to Heaven

In wisdom

For tragic 

Is Death's 

Dying day's decay

And if my God could see me, 

He'd sing 

You did it your way,

Arabella

And that's price 

Of love 

In Gehenna

You'll pay 

For

O' sacred 

Is Deaths 

Dying day's decay 

A soft kiss 

To open 

New gates

To escape Anteros old memory books 

To find familiar places where beloved memories 

Once played 

So here's to you 

Lord

Forgive me

Forgive me

Show mercy

Show mercy

Take me outside Pandemonium's gates

Before it's too late

To those who once

Loved us

For you are a God of justice

And blessed are we who wait for you

Walking

The sand dunes of Gehenna

Always looking for that 

Sacred White Room

After we've been stuck by Anteros 

Like Captain Ahab

With his sharp harpoon 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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Melusine the siren

 

Melusine the Siren.

(A lone voice whispers)

You are the coveted cascade of warm emotions

Within this old life filled and overflowing with frosty cold dreams

The raw power to melt the iceberg embracing my very soul

Holding me like a helpless prisoner 

In my many deeply hidden underground streams

All the passing seasons love songs 

Lost in the throes of Spring

Summer Autumn and Winter

Are just filled with heartfelt choruses that remind me of that eternal soft kiss

Of exquisite red lips

That left an eternal fingerprint on my heart's window 

I once tasted so long ago and even still now

After all this time

Will always miss

The assurance of our eventual return

An unspoken pact to be together forever

Sings a sweet symphony into Heavens silvery mists

A divine melody of unchained excitement

To break all chains of my mortal confinement 

Like whispers of an abundance of carnal lyrics and captivating poetry 

Filled with joyous lines of a pain-free existence 

Merged and infused with surreal magic at its deep centre

Moving freely with no resistance 

It sings its own mesmerising verses of Danse du Ventre

And from the opened mouths of ethereal silhouettes

Swirling all around me as I sleep 

I always hear your soul’s deep calls from a little rock 

Asking me to appear and hold on to you forever 

Before this treacherous glass bridge, we walk upon

Breaks and falls 

And as I appear to claim you appearing through Morpheus's portal, as the slippery dark shadows advance

In my deep dreams 

 I always stand in awe and watch in a hypnotic trance

As you perform your sensuous sword dance

To announce to the watching spirits

Our newly found preordained romance 

My Goddess

My Queen

My mystical lover and soulmate from The Great In-Between

My Melusine 

My Siren

Who leaves nothing to chance

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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The Ministry of Ezra. Armageddon Dreams.

Foundation.

Do ghosts still crave love or companionship?

Would you?

A lost soul on the other side watches as the real world burns.

Title:

The Ministry of Ezra.

Armageddon Dreams.

(A lone voice whispers)

This is to you 

My life's only pleasure

Now my life's sunsets are spent and sunk forever 

For at the end of all my once long rigorous days

I now stand lost and lonely 

In these dark woods

Of Reflection

Like a young Puck

In a tragic Midsummer's daydream, that's all mine

One where my heart would beat on perpetual fire, if it could

One with my ears filled with whispering spellbinding words

In these dark woods

That no longer take me higher, if they could

And when the ever-watchful Moon retires

I always watch from here

Behind this silver shimmering barrier 

Of The Great In-Between 

And think as the new Sun of the Living 

Rises in this strange new place 

Are we all simply silent prayers blowing

Like soft tender snowflakes

In an endless night

Each carrying quiet and unique songs and rhythmic sounds filled with woe

Love and all human emotions all around us on these hallow grounds, that makes us glow like fireflies 

Skywards

Just to be lost and scattered in whirlwinds of Heavens glittering golden dust

Symphonies of hearts ablaze

And screaming for just someone to love and trust

And even though now my time living has expired

I still feel rapturous but always blue

As my now silent heart tries to sing love songs just for you

I know as long as I still exist in here

As tall as the high nights and as long as the wide days 

I hope my God-given prayers

Will be answered with my soul's cries to be eventually rescued

For when the final sunset has gone and died

And this dark night I wander in

Stalks all the lands

Even your lands

When the low Angelic Drums 

Announcing The Book of Revelations 

Rumble

And the old black and white pianos start to scream and sing

Declaring openly the arrival of Seven Angels foretold

When the eerie white noise 

Between the Living and the Dead is no longer cold

And falls like a crimson stage curtain 

Once again 

I'll pray hopefully 

That I’ll stand like a Tolkien King 

Proudly on the Tired Bridge of Broken Dreams 

With you as my newly returned queen

Living in a new scene

Beyond the barriers of The Great In-Between

Where my broken heart no longer cries out and screams

As we watch the Purging on Judgment Day

Of all the Immoral 

Tainted and marked with the many forms of its seductive disease 

Standing strong and happy like Megara and Hercules 

Amongst the Universes golden dust and falling leaves

(C)

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Is to have loved, to unconsciously summon the Sword of Damocles?

Is to have loved, to unconsciously summon the Sword of Damocles?

For, as, Dionysius of Syracuse, once implied.

Things can suddenly change dramatically.

A theme echoing throughout personal and famous historical galleries 

When going through happiness or enduring grief when it has died.

Captured in so many poetic galaxies 

By the unconscious summoners of Damocles 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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Have you ever felt this low whisper before? It always comes unexpected.

 

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Temptation.

Sometimes beauty can turn suddenly to stone.

How many have looked and been seduced only to lose everything?

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Have you ever felt this low whisper before? It always comes unexpected.

Sometimes, life is cruel, like the mythical Medusa.

Occasionally, she tempts you, with a new form of spiritual hallelujah.

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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