Just be...a friend

 

(A lone voice whispers)

“Just be like a silent hushed lullaby 

Against the encroaching shadows of night.

Just be like the glorious morning sunshine 

Eroding the darkness within others.

Just be Faith and Hope entwined as one.

Just be strength to lift up a weary heart.

Just be the one who helps to break 

The prison of an icy soul.

Just be a form of peace and tranquillity 

For those that need you – to begin again.

Just be the morning lights 

A silent voice of rebirth and empathy.

Just be a trusting sentinel 

A guardian against the darkness calling their name.

Just be a silent hushed lullaby 

Against the shadows of night.

Just be a friend 

Filled with hope and sympathy.

Until the very end.”

 (C)

Copyright John Duffy 

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The voice of Geneviève

(A lone voice whispers)

Some 

In quiet silence 

May preach and say 

God is your rock 

Your light 

But sometimes 

Even light can fade 

Each day 

And that rock may shake 

And seem to rattle and roll 

Away

But 

Lords and Ladies 

Hear my song

Keep your faith 

It will keep you strong.

Lead you to right 

Some of the wrongs 

And from Spring 

Until it snows

It'll teach you 

What you need to know

Like

Who to love 

From high above

Someone to cherish 

And be so proud of 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Whispers in the Ether

(A lone voice whispers)

My only memory that remains 

In here 

The Great In-Between

Of my old family 

Is one of my father 

My old Pa 

Who once told me 

If you want an odyssey 

Son

Run and

Fall in love 

And sails it's 

Many seas 

For she'll take you 

So darn fast 

From A to B 

Then all the way 

To Z

With such potent powers 

That be you'll never be truly free

Chasing or making

Painted picture book memories 

In wide smiles or sweet tears 

You'll struggle to live without

Filled with doubts 

As she turns you out 

My old Pa wasn't stupid 

You know

He found a beautiful lady 

To go 

Married young and went on his own sacred Odyssey 

It only ended 

When he died in a car crash with Ma 

And his sailing loves seven seas 

In that life 

Got suspended 

As they then both faced 

Judgment in The Silver City 

Before God's Lieutenant 

Micheal 

Before they could return for another cycle 

Reincarnation is real 

It's just another divine secret 

The powers that be 

Don't want to reveal

(C)

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The Visions of Sacco Vanzetti

 

(A lone voice whispers)

I've lit so many small fires

Inside this dark labirinto

Within my mind 

To push back the conception or creation 

Of deathly darkness 

By flickering light 

I've saw raw visions as wicked voices 

Draw sharpened claws 

To bleed the Black Mud 

They

The corrupted 

Bend to pray 

Kneel and love 

Before they go to war 

With crazy political applause

Saw countless coffins 

In lines of black and gold 

All shiny

Caused by sin 

Filled to brim 

As young and old 

Grave diggers 

Dug 

Saw roots of Chaos 

Toot 

In victory

As being sown 

Watched a new man 

Like Nero 

Sit on burning throne  

While ash and lava

Welcome him home 

 

Seas  

Boil from black to red 

With sweet embrace of the dead 

Heard battle songs 

Of false strengths and gory 

As I stood in circle 

Seeing new tapestries

Before me

Of an old story 

The greed of man 

Chasing 

Dark versions of Mary 

For a sip 

Of her black cherry 

Or whatever's 

In her inventory

But near when end 

Seems to run its course 

As people flee 

On foot

Or horse

I dreamed or saw

Angels appear 

With those we miss 

And love the most 

Standing side 

By side 

With Holy Ghost 

Whispering 

Fear not 

The Great Rot

But see this day 

And know 

Faith lives on 

For with prayer 

It's never gone 

And it's why the Dark 

Will always die 

And Light 

Will always 

Rise again 

For although they seek to corrupt 

The world of men 

With wicked plans 

They will not succeed 

For the love of power 

Corruption 

And greed 

Will be their undoing 

For it's in those gardens 

The Lord 

Your Lord

Regardless of Name

Has sown his 

Judgmental Seeds 

(C)

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Mirroring from the Abyss

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Mirroring from the Abyss: 

Do long deceased ghosts recite poetry in the spaces in-between? 

And so it begins with voices in the dark.

In the darkness of sleep, an angel called Poetry appeared. 

She whispered tales of how many would visit and pass on stories as I slept. 

She whispered I was simply a conduit from the Abyss and with a parting soft kiss, she disappeared and then the voices appeared. 

The following are all those whispers in the middle of the night, within a year or so, of those strange ethereal dreams. 

Where strange unknown visitors suddenly appeared within my lucid deep streams. 

Do long-deceased ghosts recite poetry in the spaces in-between? 

And so it begins with voices in the dark. 

As I sit lonely in my darkened room with my black Remington typewriter for company, in my mind’s eye a stage has appeared. 

All black save for a type of spotlight in the middle. 

A figure has appeared and stepped into view. 

Rugged, bearded and wearing a white shirt and a dark Mac with piercing blue eyes, he speaks. 

My name is William, John. 

Will you recite our stories to the world oh narrator from the lands of the living? 

Who am I to say no, I whisper and so it begins. 

William speaks, will you listen? 

If you were worth nothing or rich beyond compare 

I would still stand beside you and just try to love you 

If you were scared frightened or just weighed down with life and all its baggage 

I would gladly rush in to carry your burdens 

If you were mad or just simply sad 

I would quickly reach out with empathy overflowing with an electrifying passion 

to just embrace you in a hug of complete compassion 

If you needed some love and light in the middle of a lifetime 

I would just simply appear through inspired lines and prose to hold you tightly 

Simply to remind you 

All your feelings of guilt or pain are also mine 

If you needed anything profound beyond my care or abilities 

I would just try to simply love you 

For ours is but a silent union dear reader 

Free from physical excesses but entwined and spinning endlessly 

Lost in the spiritual cosmos beyond time and space 

Serenading our opened third eye 

As we ride over landscapes of blue and green 

Visiting newer realms unseen as two 

Shall we begin?

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Mirroring from the Abyss

The Conversation

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Teacher

There's still a magical circle I wish to find

Said the lonely old Preacher to his mentor 

Father Time 

As they both stood looking at history's many 

Intersecting blue lines

It's a place where true love resides 

In a time loop called Once in a Lifetime 

I read about it a thousand years ago 

Before I was recalled when my Golden Bell chimed

And to find it through all of lifes puzzles and paradigms 

I now know after opening so many old books

You have to truly encourage your heart and soul 

To embrace its magnetic flow 

And some say

You have to be willing to sacrifice everything and give up all self control

Sometimes O Father Time

When I look back over the thousands of years 

At my chance of 

Once in a Lifetime 

I can still remember I came so close 

And that in itself is a crime

For I too once knew a wonderful soul 

My own Red Rose of Jericho

She was so beautiful and as gentle as falling snow

But like all things that came to pass

I lost my way in the grip of the shadowy abyss

And never got to feel her sweet gentle touch or soft velvety kiss

But now I'm a part of you, O Father Time

And as I look back taking up your so very long reach

Using your supernatural telescopes 

To look at old hopes and dearly once loved folks 

I can still see her waiting, sitting there patiently reading

Fluctuating heartbroken throughout the many distinct time frequencies 

Streams

Thinking and dreaming about the one 

She so wanted to love and teach 

But who was suddenly snatched by death 

Beyond her reach

The book she's always holding and reading

When I zoom in 

Is a collection of her own poetic sad words linked together tragically 

In broken stories of her life of waiting  

Lost 

On the outer edges of a grey world

Regaling her only thought 

That I would arrive like a hero from the ether of time

And fill her life with magical moments of such soul-changing happiness and glory 

That so many people would be so surprised and beguiled 

But as I still see her from in here 

Hiding and crying at midnight 

Using your Scrying Mirrors

In this Dark Tower which connects all things and places

Lost in one of history's many bands of low resistance 

Awashed with new and old sinners

I still know that is the only place one day I pray I might reach 

When I have paid my dues to you 

And after going back through time 

As I appear out of the fluctuating ether and blue

To wipe away all her soft wet tears

Maybe then 

We can both be happy to clasp our 

Once in a Lifetime

To then walk upon the soft yellow sands 

And smell the life-changing winds 

Blowing across that circle's secret beaches 

And then in the realisation of that long lost dream

We may both just smile 

As we finally fade 

Into just being another part 

Of your secret anthologies of love stories

For to find inner peace and divine glory  

To know what that real devotion can bring

You have to fight to reach it 

For that's one of the many secrets 

To what true love is

If you really want to live 

(C)

Copyright  

John Duffy

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The Island

 (A lone voice whispers)

Grief my friend 

Is like losing the way to a  beautiful island 

You once swam to

To see someone you loved to hold and adore 

An Island 

A home 

Which seemed 

Forevermore 

But when 

Mister Heartbroken and 

Mister Hopelessly Lost 

Called

Causing silent 

But vibrant energy filled tears 

To run like a wild river 

Down your souls walls

You'll sometimes pray 

As all that's left

Will be 

The trumpet calls 

Of a beloved paradise 

Screaming 

Its directions 

Night and day

So you'd willingly sacrifice 

All things 

You now worship and know 

Into the fire and ice 

To go 

And hold them 

Twice

On that precious island 

Always hiding behind 

Your tear filled eyes 

For that's the price 

Of true love 

And why I always 

Remember 

The night 

My beloved Sarah Lou died 

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

Requiem

 The opening lines for a Roman Catholic mass for the dead.

Requiem.

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(A lone voice whispers)

I can still remember an incredible time 

When we loved holding hands

Like we did

On that sad

Sunday afternoon

Lost now 

Somewhere 

Forever in June

The last night we

Dipped our toes 

In exchanging prose

Following each other's souls 

Like fireflies

Into unknown deep 

Emotional places 

Where anything goes

Until the cock crowed

But tonight 

Lonely and

Separated by plight

Memories of mind and spirit 

Call to me each night 

Like the Sirens of Anthemusa

Before I sleep 

Especially those exceptional ones 

Of walking underneath the Willow Tree

Exchanging precious thoughts 

Pressed together 

Really close 

On those long walks

By the raging blue sea

Looking like the eclipse 

Of the Sun and Moon 

As we relentlessly talked

Dancing mentally 

To a thousand new tunes 

As the Shadow People 

Watched 

It's why I still miss 

You so much 

Clutching onto those beloved memories 

Like a pauper 

Of the only soul 

I once followed 

Into true darkness 

To emerge into light 

Led by touch 

"Te desidero in aeternum

Amica mea"

Even though Death 

Only makes you more faithful 

Even though 

You're in the arms of an 

Angel

My love for you 

Never changes 

For I know 

You'll watch over me 

As I face life 

And all it's quiet 

Dangers 

As I find some respite tonight

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

(Latin translation :

I'll miss you forever 

My love)

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The Voice of an old Disciple. Speaks.

 (A lone voice whispers)

I can only pray 

You'll kneel 

In moments of profound silence 

As this world suffers in 

Painful acts of such wilful violence 

I can only pray 

To the Silver Towers of Heaven

That the sinners below 

Feel his presence 

And remember 

In time 

Only the righteous are sometimes driven and tempted to sin 

Because all the lost immoral ones 

Have already walked 

Or will soon walk 

Through Hade's great black gates 

And be welcomed in 

Herded into pristine 

Rapscallion Confessional Booths

Corrals or prisons for their souls 

To then wander lost and dreaming 

Through many dark lucid forests 

Looking for silver diamonds 

Filled with some versions of their God's truths 

To purify them

When found and consumed 

As they are reminded 

The Devil was created to seduce 

To collect many of his new recruits 

As he whistles 

His green pipes that toots

So always cleanse yourself daily 

With a prayer 

To the God of your choice 

In your deepest wells 

As you rejoice 

For the Devil is everywhere 

Casting such seductive spells 

Chanting charms and tolling bells 

As his minions 

Smiling 

Prepare so many 

New cells 

(C)

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The Immortal Ouroboros

 

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(A lone voice whispers)

With eager eyes wide open 

Hearing faint whispers of hidden doorways and portals 

Ritualistically been opened 

To a place and time 

Where rhymes are cast for a penny or dime 

In real time 

Over hallowed tambourine music  

Like church missionaries into 

The Red Country 

Offering black leather bibles 

As free gifts 

To their versions of 

Heathens 

To use it

The Immortal Ouroboros 

Consumes all who live 

Who blindly seek

What it gives 

Power 

Fame 

Or 

Greed

Through faints whispers from hidden doorways and portals 

To satisfy a temptation 

Their soul needs 

(C)

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