Soul Symphony

 

Foundation.

Does Love not find you but summon you to the altar of your twin flame?

Title.

Soul Symphony. 

(A lone voice whispers)

Being with you is my heart and soul's total sacrifice. 

With your body as the blade and your mind as the sharp ceremonial knife.

Being with you is like exiting hell and smiling.

Reborn by a spell to worship a new ministry.

To build a huge pyre into infinity and burn old negativities trying to destroy our link to the divine Holy Trinity.

For being with you is all my soul will ever need beyond all probabilities.

For being with you brings me peace with your spiritual theories of relativity.

(C) 

Copyright John Duffy 

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That old red phone box.

 

I missed you today.

For all our happy times came rolling back like the Pacific Ocean.

Remembering how we first met. The funny first date when we spent hours talking in that old red phone box as it rained.

The parties and nights out.

It's strange how suddenly it all comes flooding back. Unexpected but always welcomed.

Typical of you, I guess.

Well, I hope you're happy. No more phone box dates!

I just thought I'd drop you a line or two.

Being friends is at least something, for it's better than losing you forever and having nothing. 

Drop me a line. 

Your forever friend from another lifetime.

All those priceless memories came back as I walked past the old phone box.

It's a strange world, but at least a small part of us together still lives.

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Relationships

 

In a world that praises independence, do we all sometimes forget how easily we can quickly fall apart

without someone standing beside us?

Relationships 

(A lone voice whispers)

By your side as one

We are unconquerable

Alone defeated

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John Duffy

Senyru 5/7/5

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Salvation

 

Can loneliness feel like a curse you must break?

(A lone voice whispers)

I'm not going to hide away in the dark.

Never going to hide in that Red Room.

An old stranger walking alone to the tomb.

Just lost in life's many strange parks.

For I've learned to love all my scars. I just need someone to love me, for I've walked so far.

For in their eyes, I know I'll come alive.

No longer locked in an old cage filled with rage.

I know there'll be somewhere out there just for us before I turn to dust.

To help me get my life back.

Say yes and take off my mask.

No more apologies. No more invisible tears as we go through new gears.

So I'm never going to hide away in the dark.

Never going to hide away in that Red Room.

An old stranger walking alone.

Lost in life's many strange parks.

For I've learned to love all my scars, and I just need someone to love.

For I've walked so far and in their eyes I'll come alive.

No longer locked in an old cage filled and burning with rage.

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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Rehabilitation

 I will be adding new random posts daily as I recover from a major operation. 6 to 8 weeks is a long time. 

Influenced by really anything I see while recovering.

Salute.

Foundation.

Have you encountered false friendships where some hard sacrifices are made in silence? Not for praise.

Not for thanks. Just so someone else can stand again?

To then be discarded?

(A lone voice whispers)

I once carried a cross for you when you were lost and alone.

But why, when things got better, after I helped you get back on your feet? 

Did you disappear and leave me all alone?

Is that the cost you sometimes pay in emotional revenue when you try to help someone renew?

To be suddenly left out in the cold, right out of the blue?

(Closing question after a long pause):

So tell me… when you save someone from falling, who’s meant to catch you when they walk away?

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

The Call of the Ala--Kai

 

The Call of The Ala--Kai

(A lone voice whispers)

We burn this rare and expensive DMT-infused incense.

Throughout all our inner temples, here in

Oklahoma.

To see with new eyes wide open, all hidden in-between here to the faint heartbeats.

Controlled by the medulla oblongata.

In the broken frequencies of Green.

Come to us, our Winter's Queen from the Frey Void.

To speak from Lands of Swirling Smoke.

Above this world's noise.

Announce yourself with the music of pipe and ringing golden bells.

As watching spirits in shadow coats.

Gather and Yell.

Praise us with your divine wisdom to the beat of our higher self's drums.

Ignite a furious flame within us so we can dance in fever and wildly run.

We your blessed children. The Ala--Kai.

Counting down these Aquarius Days of this Great Play. Of newer portals and ancient ways.

To be opened or reopened, so this incense we light tonight throughout this mid-January cold night.

To tempt you to call and stay.

To walk from in between spaces of fractured dreams.

As we summon you to learn.

So appear now, we beseech. Goddess Diana.

To reach and teach as these midnight candles burn.

So mote it be.

From all in-between.

So mote it be.

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Separated but together forever.

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Salute.

(A lone voice whispers)
 

From the first time you looked my way on the train. I knew you were the one. Those sparkling twinkling cheeky eyes.

The sunrise in your smile.

The whisper of someone deep you could talk to until the moon cries, when it has to depart.

Although lonely again, walking through life's strange ever changing bullpen, maybe we'll talk soon.

Maybe not but either way. If one day you read this, just know, every single part of you.

I will always treasure and miss.

Xxx.

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

Self-Destruction.

 

A poem about loving someone so deeply that it becomes a form of controlled self-destruction—a love that felt revolutionary, catastrophic, and impossible to abandon.

The Molotov cocktail is simply a metaphor for loving someone who is both intensely powerful and dangerously destabilizing.

Has this happened to you?

Title.

Self-Destruction.

(A lone voice whispers

Loving you was like clutching a Molotov cocktail whilst walking in a raging thunderstorm trying to keep it lit.

As life slowly ticked up to 8 and beyond on the spiritual Richter scale.

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Happy New Year.

 

Seasonal.

 

A poem that uses the cycle of the seasons as a metaphor for a relationship, capturing how love can be intense, fragile, and shaped by time rather than choice.

“We collided like two random raindrops in Autumn." Implies a chance meeting—unplanned, brief, but meaningful. Autumn often symbolizes change, maturity, or the beginning of an ending.

“Froze together in the cold Winter.”

Winter represents hardship, emotional stillness, or survival. “Froze together” implies closeness born out of necessity—two people holding onto each other during a difficult period.

“Then separated when Spring came.”

Spring usually symbolizes renewal and growth, but here it brings separation. This implies that when healing or change arrived, the bond could not continue—growth led them in different directions.

“Who knows what Summer may bring?”

Summer stands for hope, warmth, and possibility. The speaker doesn’t claim certainty, only openness to fate.

“Maybe we’ll meet again as the railway tracks sing.”

Railway tracks suggest journeys, departures, and parallel paths that may converge again. The “singing” gives the image a romantic, almost nostalgic tone—movement guided by destiny rather than control.

End notes:

The poem reflects on a love that was brief, real, and shaped by timing, not failure. It accepts separation without bitterness and leaves space for hope—that life’s paths may cross again when the season is right. It’s about impermanence, chance, and quiet faith in fate rather than longing or regret.

Title .

Seasonal.

(A lone voice whispers)

We once collided like two random raindrops in Autumn. Froze together in the cold winter and then separated when Spring came.

Who knows what Summer may bring? Maybe we'll meet again as the railway tracks sing.

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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