. Poetry from The Great In-Between

Tuesday, April 26, 2022

The Goddess Saraswati, Speaks!

Press play and let the music wash over your senses as you read. Salute. 

The Goddess Saraswati, Speaks!

(A lone voice whispers)


Hey you my beloved 

Take me as a symbol of your need for release


To replace your hatred instead with a deep love


For where there is Injury in your life


Look for me 
High above


When you feel Doubt


Have Faith and don't give up like Faust


If Despair appears like an unwanted friend


Remember my sister
Hope 


To help you cope


When Darkness suddenly seems to slide in 


Trying to destroy everything


Let Heaven's Bright Lights arrive to absolve its sin


When your Life becomes or feels Unhappy


Smile and always try to remember these wise words


To sing


We are all heading home 


Swimming or wading in the Holy River


Knee-deep in channels of our divine role


Praying whoever we worship will forgive us


To help pardon our soul


Before we enter its beautiful gardens


For with inner forgiveness


We are reborn to eternal life


No longer a sinner


But free
From all the burdens of our choice 


Of Medusa's sharp emotional knife


For I 
The 
Goddess of all Fairytales


Bring this to you


For I'm beyond
What your occupation
Status creed or gender


Entails


I just want to retrace what your heartbeats regale


Your age is a pale horse
I never want to see


I just want to hear your hopes and dreams


Will you risk all for love and spiritual glory


To live an extraordinary life


Will you sit with me
In this Summers and Winter's solstice 


 To reinforce this


To reflect on your admired memories of life
 

And tell me all your treasured stories 


Whilst trying to smile to try to find the courage to again look 


Past all your mortal doubts


And disturbing grey rain 


That still brings you so much internal pain



To then dance with me in feverish ecstasy 


As happiness revisits all your inner domains


To become a smiling passenger 

On one of my fast-moving trains


Free and with no limitations
Ready for pleasure beyond refrain


Will you soar with me
like two golden eagles


Above fast gossip whispering campaigns
Free from Darkness as we break its chains


Just welcome me in
So we can begin


Copyright john Duffy

Saraswati (Sanskrit: सरस्वती, IAST: Sarasvatī) is the Hindu goddess of knowledge, music, art, speech, wisdom, and learning

Wednesday, April 20, 2022

Memories of Living

Do the dearly departed recite poetry in the dark?


Do I sometimes channel them as I hear their words? 


This came through. 


A deep American male voice of about....well who knows!


He speaks. 


Can you hear him?


Press play before reading.

Salute.

(A lone voice whispers)


Have you ever lived in a wounded ritual


It’s a lonely world in here and I still miss my best friend and lover


Justine

My old lifes wounded ritual


For I once lived in the late Sixties in the Deep South


As I travelled between Georgia 


All the way up to New York and southern Vermont


This is my short story and heartbreak 


Just spoken and channelled through another’s beloveds mouth


My memories of the Sixties


I always wondered why we were summoned 


And petitioned so cruelly by so many blasphemous names


Were we really that cursed by nearly all we met

All over those great plains


Why couldn’t we just live and sit together peacefully but bravely


Just like any other pair of the world’s greatest reunited long lost lovers


Instead of just racing blindly from judgemental villages 


Towns or cities


And sometimes having to hide in old badly beaten caravans 


Parked on overgrown green fields


Aren’t we all born free to walk under a warm summer's sun


To embrace the winds of emancipation 

As it blows gracefully under our feet


To be firmly told by good mothers and strong fathers


Never to surrender with your dying last breath


That's why we always ran 


Never to be caught for we were brought up to be arduous 


To never feel defeated enough to yield


Although we were doomed to a fast-moving life of constant running

Like a wild mystical stag


Followed blindly by his beloved deer 


In the unexplored depths of society's chaotic forests


We always trespassed carefully though

Throughout humanities deepest of woods


Always trying to keep one step in front of the hate-filled hunters


The commoners

Self-professed royalty

Politicians 

Or police


Ice queens and kings


As we ran throughout all the ever-changing seasons 


And all the many hot conflicting excuses used as their justifiable reasons 


We had our good times though since we always used to slow dance


Sometimes mentally to a lone Motown tune like


You really got a hold on me


By Smokey Robinson and The Miracles 

While hidden within secretive motel rooms


You know the ones


Those with soft music playing only two could possibly hear


The cheap wallpaper 


Filthy fans to cool the hot air and the badly worn beds and cheap wooden chairs


I still sometimes sing unconsciously to my beloved dear 


Who still runs around my glorious inner sun


And in this great silence

Just wonder where does she now constantly run


In the end I guess

We are all the sums of our wounded ceremonies


But you sometimes have to be true to who you are


For your life can’t be lived 

If it’s just verbally or physically torn apart


To live in freedom is something you must never forsake


For true love is sometimes so deep

It's just too instinctual


Always whisper this to each other

It’s my only advice


We'll face this world

The cruel names and the fire and ice together

Whatever our fate 


For God so loves us so we will never break


It’s what we  used to pray and say back in the day 

Whenever we cried or felt degraded

 

When I used to kiss and softly whisper in her ear 


When that Sixties summer sun used to bow down to bless and baptise us 


With its life-giving rays


But just like invaluable memories 

Appearing like a midnight hallucination


Walking slowly back into the encroaching dark shadows 


I always think of my beautiful red rose just forever lost to me 


In this new life of ever-growing hostile and dangerous contentious green meadows 


That the living can never see


I still will wait by St Peter's gates

For my beloved


My lifes only true love called Justine


Before we were separated and I was tragically destroyed 

By those filled with evil self-opinionated hatred


Copyright John Duffy

Tuesday, April 19, 2022

Memories of Lola

Press play before reading. Salute.


 (A lone voice whispers)



Like an unpeeled entity
She stood courageously before me


Layers of unspoken truths
Hiding all her unexplored depths


All those silent moments
Where she smiled or wept


As I gazed and wondered
At this beautiful woman
Before me


Really paused and perused


Thinking about all the
Past experiences


Her plights and purple waves of emotions
And all the sad times


She may have allowed
Herself to be used


I reached out with tentative fingers


Let my hands reach her
Soft skin and let them linger


And as I took her into my
Naked arms


I too remembered
Aren't we all but living onions


Layers of life's many
Extrusions


Secretive shields
We use to protect ourselves


From showing our true
Vulnerabilities


But when she gazed deep into my dark eyes


With that beautiful transference of spiritual
Energy


I knew she was the one
Who was my own reducer


The only one to peel
Back my many hidden layers


To walk through my dreams


And feel my fears
As I too embraced and wiped away her soft tears


We were only together
Like husband and wife


For twenty-two years
And then the Lord came and called her home


And now as I sip my Greygoose all alone


In the quiet hours of
The approaching dawn


Sitting here lonely
On our old farm


I can always remember
My dearest Lola


And the first moment
I held her


In my naked arms


I'm so glad she still visits me
Here in low hours

When I find the courage and strength to walk through that mystical turnstile

To call for her in
The Great In-Between 



For even now though we just hold spiritual hands
As we meet with a soft smile

Before
once more

Taking our nightly stroll
Through Memories Park

I always just remember her

 
As the most beautiful lily


Floating in the blue rivers 


Of my inner Nile


Copyright John Duffy

Friday, April 15, 2022

If Breaking Up was a Monologue

 



Press Play. Salute.


(A lone voice whispers in the dark at 3 am)


I'll never kneel to pray no more 


Because I won't idolise anyone this way


 Anymore


I can't hold back my souvenirs of fears any longer


Though my tears still stain this grey uniform 


I restfully wear


As I continuously look for a new sanctuary to rest


So my soul can repair


I've got to take all those heartfelt condemnations


With me


For with you 

I've smiled, shouted and screamed in joy 


To last for a thousand years


Constantly pushed to live the illuminated man's


Hidden underground dream



But what I wouldn't do now


Just to be with you



I know I must neglect all those painful memories


And try to go on and find the resilience I need


To let you go free


Just like a midnight lantern


Filled with good wishes and introduced into a New Year's Eve


Transformational sky

To fly so high



I know I need to step away and shut that badly worn door


And let my existence go on like Adam


Who once loved Lilith Prior to Eve


Before they went outside the Greatest of All Gardens 


And all his first love for her


He silently always grieved


Would we be better off 


If I had pulled all my barriers down


And let you in so totally


To climb in all my hidden tributaries, and swim


Maybe, but I reckon we'll never know


So I'll let go of my metaphysical claim on you


As you must do me


But you may call down someday in the near future unknown



In the falling rain or snow


For this painful love we once beautifully shared


Will keep us safe throughout the blinding of the heart


The silence in the mind


For this love we once experienced in the darkness 


Beyond the light at midnight


Will go through a new phase of rediscovering


Rewriting our tragic love story 


Like a modern-day Fyodor Dostoevsky


For humanity is sometimes incredibly


And intensely in love with all forms of suffering


And love in action is occasionally a brutal and tragic commodity


Whenever and forever described in relation to true love


As if in poetry or wishful dreams


For a love of any kind is never low key as it seems.........



Copyright John Duffy 





Tuesday, April 12, 2022

The Voice of an Angel

 

Press play before reading. Salute.

A lone voice whispers

++++++++++++++++++++++


We who have lived and walked for more than a thousand years 


Invisible amongst you all


The ever-growing and changing masses


We who have heard and tried to answer 


So many heartfelt prayers as we are called 


Answering invocations spoken in the long shadows 


When pain


Suffering 

Emotional anguish or grief suddenly strikes 


And convinced many to try to stay the course 


And be part of living this lifes wonderful dream


Whenever they felt doubtful 


By offering them silent counsel and spiritual advice


To always remember


As things seem to fall apart at the seams


No matter how magnetic 


The seductive pull of dark temptations many seductive forms


How green their own grass is whilst they still live 

 

For they have so much more which to share and give 


We've held soft and hard-working hands


Consoled the young and old and tried to comfort


So many crying silently 


In the painful mazes of their own darkness 


Its unspoken number is truly unfathomable


We've appeared in many forms before so many others


In the dark and cold 

The sun and light


Sent by the Almighty on High 


To try to nurture and encourage those who cry


In day or night


Endowing them with a higher power to always find the strength and courage 


In rekindling their inner flame 


Once lit so long ago by a sacred golden candle 


As we first heard and learnt their soul's secret name


To stand back up strong and be willing and able


For we're indomitable


Angels sent to bring hope and peace 


To the inconsolable


Bringers of so much inner serenity 


For God is our strength and ministry 


One that speaks of everlasting mercy and promise


No matter how dark your worlds


Many changing political landscapes or forests 


My favourite name is Archangel Gabriel


And if you find one of my billions of white feathers 


That I sometimes leave


Especially for those heartbroken souls 


Who in these sad times

Linked to Covid 19 grieve 


And need to once again 

Be encouraged to believe 


That their beloved is in a better place 


As you live through your limited mortal life


Just pick one up and keep it really close


For it will bring you harmony and tranquillity


To carry you throughout all those morose 


Long cold winters or hot summer nights


When you need a new belief or phenomenon


Whilst seeking to conquer or accept 


Your physical or mental vulnerabilities 


To help you carry on



Copyright John Duffy 

Monday, April 11, 2022

If chronic pain could speak

Press play before reading. Salute.


(A lone voice whispers)



Will you please courageously save all your sad tears 


To just welcome me as your majesty 


When I decide to come your way


Do you still want me to hurt you 


When I call to play


Can your tired eyes feel me slowly coming with my marching band 


As they all line up behind me grinning and drumming 


As we slowly creep up your tired spine 


And venture like Alexander the Great 


Into the deeper recesses of your mind 


To gleefully open up all the blackest of doors 


To the darkest of sleepless nights 


It's never too late though


Faith never said you had to walk to me bravely 


Like a poor victim all alone 


Over all those green hills before you start eating 


All those deliciously medicated pills


With no one to help as you fight


Are you strong enough to break through the Dark Zone 


To release all those painful secrets


Tonight


Or will you choose to live a life based on a false alarm 


One that rings whenever you feel my soft touch heralding weakness 


As I tempt you to take more of your endless pharm


My advice to you


Pray for hope to help you cope


Surround yourself with a great circle of family and friends 


For I'm one of the hardest to love


But still, I'll test you


That's one thing I can guarantee 


For I push all known mortal hidden envelopes


As I try to keep you in the corner 


Struggling on the ropes 


Whenever I call by and decide to make you try a drop of me


Just you wait


I'll soon call to visit 


You'll see


Copyright John Duffy 

Do you need a Pagan Prayer from the Book of Secrets, in 2022?

 Press play before reading. Salute.


(A lone voice whispers)


May the powers of Apollo 


The God of Music 

Arts Knowledge Healing Prophecy and Poetry 


Mesmerize and provide catharsis 


For you, as this life, you silently follow 


May the Goddess Athena fill you with reason wisdom intelligence skill and peace 

Wherever you wander upon life's many emotional beaches 


May the upcoming Full Buck Moon infused with blessings sent from the Mistress of Helios 

Empower you to conquer all challenges 


With self-love and strength 


A new power to proclaim boldly in the darkest of all nights 


I can do this right 


May the powers of your Ancestral Kin 

Those familiar voices which still sometimes visit to whisper invocations of hope 


To still guide you as they all resonate deep within 


So you can reach new plateaus 

For happiness to truly begin 


By all the 

Power of the Purple Flame 


From The Unseen 

Just behind The Great In-Between's veil 


To all the watchful Elementals 

Deities and Old Gods 


By the healing powers of Above and Below 

May this ancient blessing empower you wherever you go 


To never be held hostage to any forms of jealousy 

Hatred 

Judgment or the many layers of Sin


So be it 


Copyright John Duffy

Sunday, April 10, 2022

A familiar figure comes through to push back the darkness in 2022

Press play before reading. Salute,



(A lone voice whispers)


 If today

You feel so lost

And endure so much pain


In just living


If today


Everyone looks down on you

With unkind eyes


That seems so black

And filled with total darkness


That appears so unforgiving


If today


You swim against persecutions


Strong currents created by politicians

And dictators


And been labeled as


Homeless

Disabled 

Redundant

Too old

Poor

An addict

Useless 


Or just one of the many


Hidden 

Nameless 


Living below the rim 

In the shadows


And deemed to be unworthy of any Baptism of success

Because they label you as living within sin


Remember this


I too have felt your pain


Walked along those same dark long roads


I too have lived through and fought


All personal battles and wars


Until I got too bold with all I preached and knew 


Until I too was crucified 


Look up my life's story

It's still so well told


My advice to you 

Is simply this 


Keep up the belief


That it will be worth all those painful struggles


For in the end


Eventually, good things come to all those who truly believe


For in the end

You will find some form of happiness 

And when you eventually die


You will see God and he will embrace and forever remind you


He has always walked beside you 


Whispering 

Trying to give you so much strength


For you 

Him and 

I


Have always been together 


For we were always forever baptized to be simply  


Eternal friends


Now say after me

Amen

And RISE!


To look at the world and all its many seductive temptations

 Straight in the eyes 

And say


No!


Copyright John Duffy

Samîazâz speaks in 2022


 

Press play before reading. Salute.


A dark monologue from an old supernatural film project that was cancelled due to Covid19.

I think H.P and Clive B influenced my imagination when creating dark imagery. Salute.


Is he already here influencing society and countries through world leaders?

Will there be a second coming?

Shall I make the film?

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

(A lone old but confident seductive voice whispers in 2022)


Well hello there

From my firelit throne room here


Seated amongst the hail and the bright golden fireflies

With new fear mixed and burning with black blood


With Arâkîba and Râmêêl as my two witnesses


Surrounded by my four
Horsemen


Slaves on their different coloured horses


With souls crying underneath my cracked white altar

Crawling in your humanities deep crimson mud


As they scream out for salvation into the whaling now endless night

Drowning in this new flash flood


The Harvest of the Earth is soon to begin

We’ll all emerge laughing


With seven bowls
Held out as you all scream


Just asking to feed on more

Of your worshipped kings or queens


The Wormwood Star


So bright
Will light our way
Over Shoels old Borders


Heralding us


To be the newly anointed eaters
Of all your sins


The silence in Heaven
Will be our Seventh Seal


Our earthly manifestation and
Our second reintroduction


The pagan Songs of Old Moses
About the Seven Angels

Carrying the Seven Plagues


Will once more be sung
In a new Sodom and Gomorrah


The Scarlet Woman

Her Red Dragon
And the two pagan beasts


From the East


I will send forth from Hades


Summoned to create a
Plague of locusts


As they start so many delicious
New crusades


The Seven-Sealed Scrolls
Which speaks of
The Lamb Slain


When great earthquakes
Send all mountains thrown into
Boiling molten seas


As a third of the Sun and
Moon


Collide in such violence


The survivors of your world


Will watch
Star-struck in silence


There will be no judgments or rewards

No new personages medals or salvation's


But
With a tremendous earthquake


I'll send walking up
Euphrates River

One of my old queens


Babylon

Greatest of all prostitutes

With lips painted red and
Sharp crimson nails


She’ll seduce all watchers

With wide eyes before they all die


And my Babylon of Old
Will once again rise


All seas will soon turn to blood
Vengeful and painful


Overflowing and
Filled with such beautiful political sores


People once torched by Torquemada’s fires

In those dammed inquisitions


In the Middle Ages


Shall escape from my darkness
To taste the pain


Many will soon worship
My once unspoken name


Samîazâz


And soon when I return

We will all hold hands in a new salt circle


Illuminated by a thousand old stars


To then put up
A new broken


Black and red flag
To forever sing


O’ Blessed be
So mote it be


And then you will all drown in mortal and sexual sin


O’ Blessed be
So mote it be

Asmodeus is soon to come
For we are legion

So sing to us
O’ Blessed be


Copyright John Duffy

The Oracle in the Mists