The Dark Queen Called Mary

Are there eyes which secretly watches us in our private moments

Eyes that gleam from beyond our sight

Hidden in the

Darkness of night

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By the

Wind and Ocean-waves

Gods and Goddesses

Who designs secretive

Blistering tears from the

Eternal Sun

Through the ever-changing

Ages of Harvest Full Moons

I was breathed into life

To make hearts swoon

Forever trespassing through my fortress

My kingdoms of Dirt

For I am an enchantment

Carried within the swirling leaf filled winds

A song of celebration all those blessed be sing

But those who truly hurt

Trapped

Within dark purple poetic rooms

of never-ending

release

Those

Surrendering wilfully to emotions 

And its

slave drivers and cunning thieves

Men and ladies 

Hypnotised

Sipping it's fine 

Addictive seductive wine

Blinded

As it wantonly

Shamelessly consumes

Their overactive minds

They are lost forever

For I see their plights

Through my two way mystical 

black scrying mirrors

Enjoying  the views

As I absorbs the ecstasy 

And dissolution

Amongst my newfound classes

But still I hide

Hidden

Just beyond 

Hades

Fast flowing rivers

Spying forever through

My two way mystical 

black scrying mirrors

For I am the
Dark Queen called Mary

Glad to meet you

Copyright John Duffy 2018

The Old Seer

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When I was so much younger

I once met a stranger as I passed by a white picket fence

A delicate beautiful complicated femme fatale

Who waved and in time devoured my every breathing moments

Carefully taking down all those old erected barriers

With gentle soft fingers

I used to protect myself with

Whenever I felt threatened

And needed a strong defence

We laughed carefree like young lovers

Exchanging stories and tales of adulation

Eros would have been jealous of

In the middle of one wild night

We even created a safe white room where we

Could stay

Praying silently whenever we sat alone in our deep thoughts

Of each other to watching Angels

To stay forever entombed

In that very white room as the blushing bride and groom

A place where Father Time even seemed to stand still and watch for

We were so happy

But as time quickly passed as I got older

And my once strong body got frailer

Voices which have always followed me

Since I was willed into this maze we all walk

And dare call it a life

Whispered

Let her go

She needs new flesh and blood to make her warm

To feel love for the rest of her life

Don't be cruel and deny her

Something tangible to fill that deep void

You might leave when you die

Someone to take that suitcase of broken emotions and dreams

You once carried and upon new strong shoulders

Bare the heavy load

So I listened as I always do

Since they introduced me to her so long ago

Underneath her painted windows

By those unforgettable white picket fences

In these long days of the 21st Century, those voices seem to get louder as I get older

Whispers which have always guided and protected me

Now sung

She needs freedom to fly from this white room you've created

They whispered whenever I dreamed

She now uses a seemingly unbreakable chain of longing to stop herself leaving its penitentiary

They spoke

A lonely golden-haired orphan girl I loved

Who I once released back into the real world

For I couldn't be her own Westside Story's

Tony

For in time I knew I too would soon die

And she

Still standing alone

Would have to pick up that heavy suitcase again

So as I stand here where I always go

At ten past midnight in the deep recesses

Of my mind after a sip of mead

I just look up to the twinkling silvery stars across this great blue ocean

Between us and standing under that familiar old lamp post of forever treasured beautiful dreams

I can still see her beautiful smile

Dark seductive eyes and dressed in white lace

And hope she forgives me and knows this

I will always feel her deep love and always taste that thing

I know I will in quiet moments miss

When that date I must soon keep with my friend the Lord

And it's my time to die

That soft invisible kiss I once shared with my teacher

Lost in precious moments in the Heartbreak Hotel

As we played love-struck under the goddess of loves mesmerising spell

Its been a while since we last spoke

I knew she would hurt and painful emotions

Would pour out of every inch of her skin

Is this the price

I must now carry in trembling hands and tear-filled eyes

When before the Lord I kneel asking for forgiveness

When he asks me my worst mortal sins

Shall I tell him

Setting someone free to be all they can be

As they lay in someone else's arms

To give up love for someone to be happy

Until their time is also due

As I doom myself to wait by the holy river alone

I know in this new rebirth only the Lord can grant

We can be forever happy

For we are but soul twins

Now as I sit alone in these early morning lights

Typing and fighting these old broken emotions

Which always wash over me

I just hope she finds someone new soon

To hold her

As I was once told to believe

I was simply sent by God to help her see

And open her soul again

Is that the price of being a seer?

The cost of a broken heart

To see the real truth in all these sad minutes, days or years I have left, now we are forever emotionally and spiritually apart?

I hope somehow she understands and will always love me

Copyright John Duffy

Romeo's Tale

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I can still see our movie

I can no longer pretend

It may be over

It’s maybe come to a

Sudden end

But I still thank you

For all those treasured moments

Of happiness and even all the pain

For the beautiful memories

Of walking with you

In the early morning

Falling rain

You once took my

Hand working hands

And you loved me

From that very second and

Each and every day

The sweet whispers

Of those memories and your

Seductive perfume

Still echoes and

Always remain

I always see you

Just watching hidden in here

Behind this great invisible grey veil

In the street

Bars and in your home

And everywhere you

Go

Oh God

Why must

I always

Wait

Thinking why did I have

To leave

What did I do wrong

All the what for’s

For

I can still see our movie

I just can no longer

Lie to myself or even

Try to pretend

It may be over

I may have died and came to

A sudden end

But I thank you

For all those subtle moments

Of happiness and even all the pain

For those old memories

Of getting wet

Walking with you

In the falling rain

When

I was once young and foolish

Wild and free

But I still want you

Even from all the way in here

It’s why I’m still restless

Still missing just you

I can still see all our movies

Running on this big old screen

And they all

Still move me

But all I’ve got

Are these raw emotional

Memories

To always return to

Those old dreams

The tears and the

Laughter

Your favourite love songs

They all still own me

Never forget me

Juliette

For

I’ll still be waiting at the edges

Of the River Styx

Stood in a rather familiar place

And weeping

Under Gods gaze

Praying you’ll return

To fill me with so much loving and

A dash of heavens much sought after

Grace

I can still see our movie

Behind these twin orbs

I just can’t pretend

It may be over

It’s probably

Come to an end

As you move on

But I’ll always wait

As God says

It’s never too late

To repent

I just always pray

My love

Will eventually return

As though it never ended

To tell me

It isn’t over

And we’ll start again

May our love grow to be

Be immortal

In a serene place

Where I’ve still got you

For in all these dark crimson

Monarch Dreams

All I can still do

Is just scream

Copyright John Duffy 2020

The Mistress Of The Shadows

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Am I the sacred answers you

Still forever just seek

Could I but be your own embodiment

of a glorious heaven or a perverse hell

Some say I’m the sweet lullaby dark angels sing

A sonnet of damnation or intense pleasure for the soul

Am I but the luscious green garden

everyone wishes to walk through

before they leave this land

To trespass to who knows

In here

One of the glorious

Hidden fifth kingdoms

We in the know

Just call

She’ol

My weapons have started and ended many

Historical wars

Am I but the all-consuming sharp knife

to pierce the hearts and lonely minds

of those who just linger lost

Below the long shadows

Just seeking something

to reignite their dark desires

Or who fight for the light

I have been called many names

Like the life-force of all living creatures

Untamed or just walking and surviving

Broken

Endless ancient woodland groves

Still sing unheard pagan songs to me

In the darkness

For my names are many

but only one really remains

I live eternally

You see

Tasked to visit shamefully darkly lit places

Opulent incensed

Fused palaces of loquacious

Words of flesh and physical sin

Bedrooms

Woods and hotel rooms still carry the scent of my many

Visceral soul tainting visits

They all silently pray for my return

For I am but the darkness hiding in

So much light

Holy sustenance your soul needs

To truly feed and breathe

In plain sight

For once you are firmly within my grasp

I will own you for all your remaining

Days and nights

For once you’ve tasted my sweet wet liquor

And sampled my priceless red wines

I’ll always own you as long as your light flickers

For I am ancient

Born into life with Old Adam and Eve

Now just forever stalking you

Within your Gardens of This Ages Creation

I walk through all countries

And my name is still carried

Upon the wet lips of the seduced

Within every one of these new worlds many

Ever-growing nations

For I am the glimmer and mysterious shine

Whilst lost in the darkness

And knee-deep in

The temptations of the Black Sun

The giver of reconciliation or damnation of the soul

The emotional Sword of Damocles

A knife-edge upon which you may perpetually balance

And unknowingly dance

Do you know my full esoteric name yet

I'm simply the two edge sword bestowed to all living creatures from so high above

My full name is simply

Love Hate

Copyright John Duffy 2020

Will you walk with me in Gethsemane Dreams

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Will you still

Walk with me dearest reader

The one I once named

Anointed and baptised within 

my mind with my love

In my own ancient

Gardens of Gethsemane

Where together once again

in this secretive conversation 

Between two souls

I know I'll no longer stand alone 

Will you pray wherever you are

To help empower me 

when the Darkness Soldiers 

come 

To encourage and help me 

breach all those rugged mountains 

over forty days and nights 

I need to climb on my own again

Into the Devil's zone 

so you can atone

But all I ask of you 

now at this moment 

Is simply this

Upon my sanguine lonely hand

plant an incandescent soft

kiss

To reignite my eternal soul

and clench tightly my hard 

working carpenters hands

So we can both walk

into this new resurrection

This inexplicable 

deceptive life

we both now live within

Merged together to now run

Totally unafraid of the 

Darkness Soldiers and 

whatever may come

Copyright John Duffy 

The Seekers Pledge In Tribunals of Universal Seductions Ancient Bibles

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The Seeker's Pledge written  

In Tribunals of Universal Seductions'

Ancient Bibles

Ejon’s Tale

1129AD

6 am

In the midnight garden

Where all the dwellers of the in-between parallel worlds

Hide

Just another brief mystery of time

Like written in the first book of Adam and Eve

Or  even  Lilith's

We ran wildly and carefree like Huckleberry Finn

Into that old world's beautiful Sin

Angels do not play Harps

Where I now lie

As I both laugh and cry

Like in the

APOCALYPSE OF MOSIS

I no longer breathe

For in the end

Everyone loses

Lost beyond the light barrier

Lost between two ages

I now stand now in front of the great

White Gates

Of the Master of All Hidden Places

I still whisper your secretive name

You know

Praying inwardly it carries

My silent words to you

Wherever you go

As I alone walk the lone trail

Of the Last Circle

Using my Lemegeton Clavicula Salomonis

As my guide

As my love still

Lives

Just looking for her to freely

And willingly give

There can be no magic without tears

Some say

No love without experiencing

Tragedy

For are we not

 All but masquerading angels

For all to see

But in our deep inner core

Those who can see

Know the deepest of

Such truths

We sometimes

Whisper in our own

Dark wooden

Metaphorical

Confessional Booths

And it’s why I still search

These Great Lands

To find

Thee

It may be a new murder by

Rejection

As I now knock

The long deep knock

On these great gates

Singing a lullaby

As I burn away more hidden chords of time

Lost in heartbreak's delicious feast

Remembering

When You were just mine

But like all the dark mysteries

Connected with the Holy Grail

Maybe this time around

I won't fall on my knees

Buckle under and fail.

Because you've got power

Power over me.

Copyright John Duffy 2020

You feeling good?

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Birthdays 

Come and go like the four

Ever blowing 

Winds

Particularly like the old ones

Serenading us

From the East

They surround you with 

New hopes or evocative deep

Dreams 

Maybe some

Warm prayers and blessings 

Or just everything else 

Just lying 

In-between 

But to those who really 

Embrace your true inner 

Beauty 

That special hidden part

Of your everlasting soul

Your higher self 

Sometimes whispers

To carefully hide

Those magical expressions 

And moments 

Entwined 

Particularly through their divine

Time

They share just with you

Will forever outshine the

Brief ones which never really 

Survive

But burn so bright

To extinguish any

Dark emotions which 

May emerge in the

Darkness of night 

In the spiritual pews and 

Tear filled altars

Of your higher self's

Red Church 

A deeply hidden 

Place where you 

Sometimes wander to

Whenever you hurt 

To stand once again 

In the four 

Metaphorical winds

Particularly the old ones

Blowing in

From the East

As all those cherished 

Beloved memories 

Swirling in your higher minds

Bright eyes

Walk past and 

March 

Triumphantly 

And help your once weakened 

Soul 

To recharge and change the

Once 

Red 

Into a new blessed 

White
Divine 

Church 

Copyright John Duffy