. Poetry from The Great In-Between

Tuesday, June 20, 2023

Babylon.


 (A lone voice whispers)


I once heard a wild story of a rebellious seductive woman


Hailing

From somewhere dark


Down West Side

East Washington DC


 


Lost somewhere


In the middle of a seemingly neverending night

  

While drinking expensive whiskey


After I landed from leaving my old life behind 


In Corpus Christi 


Wondering 

As I drowned my sorrows 


If my old love from Russia


Katalina Brzezinski


Would ever miss me


You know the ones


Those good old loose Mephistophelian nights


 

A story about a woman 

I heard


Who whispers so softly

It said


So captivatingly 

With magical words


If she only spoke your name


 

But once


No matter what you're drinkin'


No matter what you're thinkin'


What you’re wearin


Man or woman 


At the end of that long 

Good old 

Dark 


Seemingly endless Mephistophelian night


 


No matter how hard you

Fight


 


How hard

You look for her shadow


Over your shoulders

 

Left or right

After she's gone 


If she only speaks your name


No matter what pain

You’re going through


At the time of your naming


You’ll just be another poor

Tainted soul


She’s just done with claiming


 


I once heard of a New Age mystic


Now know it was her


When I was younger

In my prime


And drinking red wine


Lost in Downtown 

Memphis, Tennessee 


 


Lost somewhere 


Whilst talking to one of her devotees


Called Louie


In a backyard club


Filled with flashing strobe lights 


As The Eagles played live


Their mythical 

Hotel California 


In the middle of that night


That good old apocalyptic Mephistophelian night


 

He talked of a dark-eyed Bayou goddess 


Of who I should beware 

In these parts


A woman 

So beautiful beyond all compare


Who whispers so softly


So captivatingly and seductively 


To all who dare stare


And if she only speaks your 

God-given secretive name


But once


No matter what you're drinkin'


No matter what you're thinkin'


 


At the end of that dark seemingly endless voyeuristic night


It’ll be your soul


She’ll be wearing as a new fur coat


Before 

Riding out onto

The Great Cosmic Plains


In her Ford Mustang GT

As her Pale White Horse



For she heralds the dangerous Age of Cataclysm's



And when I was told

That unholy truth


Oh why didn't I learn


 

For her sweetly spoken words to me


Now heralds a

Bringer 

Of a New Dawn

Of

Divine Encounters


 


The furious fire and the crazy fury before 


The Great Sensuous Cleansing


 


A new Genesis for the Flesh


Before True Peace and Love


Can return


 


I once spoke beer brave

To that wild rebellious woman


Sitting with the aura of a blazing midday sun


In corner of an empty bar 


Smiling like a snake charmer 


In Down West

East Washington DC


 

As she drew me towards her


Then whispered so softly


So captivatingly 

And spoke my spirit name


Making me feel like I was drowning


Swirling 

Lost 

In her souls


Ever-expanding 

Universe's bright lights 


And these are my last words


That I'll ever type


As I now patiently wait

Like Louie


Another of many new slaves of her New Age



For her rhythmic 

Two one Two knock 


On my front door



For after she said my God-given secretive name 


That night 

Outside Bar 32


As we French kissed in the falling rain


And all I can now do 

Is wait in vain 


For my poor soul has been well and truly claimed


By Babylon



And my soul purging and grand cleansing


Has just begun



My own version of a new Genesis


Now I'm alone 

But patiently waiting 


Hiding 

But just staring out

In the long shadows


Watching for my dark-eyed Goddess 


Called Babylon to arrive


 As the morning sun rises


(C)

Copyright John Duffy


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The Lone Disciple Speaks

 


(A lone voice whispers)


Are you
Like a lone bottle 


A rare Nebuchadnezzar 


Floating in the middle of the blue sea 


A lonely spirit who can think of no other greater devotion 


Then being the yellow sandy beach


To parts of a seemingly never-ending 

Undulating ocean 


Like a white feather blowing randomly in its four winds 


Filled with emotions 


Are you one of the Blessed who are also the Broken 


Who must endure 


The dark clouds
And 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

Said The Lord 


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 


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 Lords 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 souls
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 Lord 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


God can build us back up 


For
The Lord is close to the broken-hearted and saves those

Who are crushed in spirit


(Psalm 34:18)


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

There is still hope

Which will miraculously appear to help you cope 


(C)
Copyright John Duffy


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The Secret Book of Dzyan

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

Salute. 

 


As the Mage watched from afar, through remote viewing. 


He channeled a secret prayer to the brightest star in the four winds.


As he assumed the meditation pose.


He began reciting his evocation to the spirit guides.


Watching from the 5th Levels of the Astral Realms.



For them to take it back to her, from Beyond the Purple Rainbows.


As they swirled all around him. 


(A lone voice whispers.)


_________________________


Your dark eyes are like priceless blue oceans 
 
  
I whisper to the watching Elementals


I dream to dive in deep and drowning within


For they are deeper than any of the known lakes


To bathe in their once-tasted waters


Is where I want me to always fall


And reveal my soul as it experiences its first taste of sin



For your inquisitive eyes



Soft tender lips and smooth skin


Is a treasure I seek where I'd nightly kneel to pray 


For a new Atlantis
To be reborn
Within


Your eyes are like magnetic dark portals


For my souls
Astral nightly projections 


As I conquer its many strange citizens with my own occult powers


To reach you


Defeating 
On one of its many long ethereal roads
 

Architects of so many devious deceptions 


Just to see your twin eyes for they are like the best friends


Love could ever possibly buy 
And it’s why


I just love popping by


To rejoice in The Coming of our own Divine Invasions


The once-lost words


Recitals and such memories o
f succulent prose


Once written for your eyes only 

Are just my own divine stanzas


Like written in The Secret Books of Dzyan


silver shimmering sea


Where we will soon forever fly


Like dark eagles


Paired 
Forever wild and untamed


For as our lonely souls once met
So long ago 


In the Great In-Between


We were anointed to be simply 


Free and Unchained


And it's why I always pray to return


To finally conjure you into life
And your love to earn


But until then 


I'll just breathe you into my
Dreams


Here
In The Great In-Between

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

The Call of the Demerge

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(A seductive voice whispers) 

 
I am that which is ageless

For I’m from beyond that thing in the midnight sky 


Called the Silver Moon
From a faraway place


My powers are ubiquitous


I'm the embodiment of all inner magick


Love power and peace
All fused in me 

 
Await release to help you fight any disease 


I’m the midnight shadow walker


The eternity enveloping your every living moment


All around you
Wherever you are

For I'm that which is ageless behind the twinkling stars



For I’m from beyond the Crying Moon


From a faraway
Unknown Place

Of no unions and all mortal governments and secret societies


Sing to me


For I’m a conduit



Forever living under the silvery shadows of the Wolf moon


I appear at birth and revisit at death


To take you home



I’m the full mystical wheel that turns



I’m the lucky charm
That was bestowed to you at birth



The charm I will take back
Whenever you leave



If in me
You do really believe

For I’m a deep ravine
Of unknown riveting depths


 

Unsolvable by just one lifetime



I’m primal
Supernaturally
Curious



I can feel your eyes lingering



Absorbing and swallowing my
Every word


From my throne room
In which I now sit


Your presence wakes me
From my slumber


From afar


I know you’ll read
On and won’t quit


What do you need
Send me your thoughts


I’ll answer your numbers
Tonight


I'll send some love and light
Or some darkness



Maybe a sprinkling of my glorious second sight


To guide you through your struggles

And plights


Will you still worship me
Your new Goddess and Queen



For I send this message just for you


From my kingdoms
Just hidden in realms
You can never see


Look to the stars
To the fall of the full moon



I am that which is ageless
For I’m from beyond

 

The Milky Way


 

From a faraway place


My powers are ubiquitous
For I'm the embodiment of all inner magick


 

A multitude of
Love power and peace


 

Awaiting release



I’m the eternity of all you are


For
I'm the Demerge


A blending
Of two realities


A possibility to enhance
Your own individuality


Will you sing to me
Tonight

Now kneel and say after me
Blessed Be




(C) 
Copyright John Duffy 

Oh Blessed Beltane. Oh blessed be.

 


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Oh Blessed Beltane 
Oh blessed be


(A lone voice sings)


Oh Blessed Beltane
Oh blessed be


Tonight the Queen of the Fairies

Áine 


Appears on her white charger


To enchant and tempt all who wish to follow her 


In her white suit of armor 

To Faeryland


The Fairy Queen who comes 


Rides in front for all the anointed to see


Gowned in green silk and a halo of light 


Eyes aglow like woodland groves 


Where no one only kin
Dare follow 


For only they know 


So if you see or feel a gust of wind 


And hear the golden bells
Ring


Which hang from the black leather harnesses 


Of the Fairy Queen's steed
As they joyously sing


It might be best to lay in the woodland hides 


And you she may pass


Or you could follow 
As she rides


For the Fairy Folk on Beltane


Tonight they raid


For here comes the Wild Riders From the across the Shee


So light up all the yellow hay
Like bright beacons 


On Bridles Way


And ring those golden bells and yell


To guide the Named few
To cross the Fairy folk's fells


In this year


Let the Beltane fires burn 


And the Maypole dances come alive


So many can sing dance and pray


Until the dawn cockerel screams 


To break her Beltane spell 


As Summer announces 
The start of a brand new day


(C)
Copyright John Duffy

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Covid Dreams of The Dearly Beloved. The letter left behind.

 



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It adds such an edge.

Some say sad poems make the best reading.

What says you?

Whispers as I retire.
Salute.

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


Take me in
From the grey ashes


Blowing like an early breeze

Within the deep cold recesses of your many


Hidden red rooms
In your fast-flowing mind



Lullaby
My once well-loved name 



As you quietly 
Sit still and try to breathe



Take me in
Eagerly



Lovingly
Once again



With your arms wide open and keep me real
Close



For
Even though 
I still silently
Sleep



Deep 



But carefully hidden from watchful or inquisitive eyes 



Maybe all around

Don't be so scared
As I'm forever going 
To be with you



For I'm now reborn to be eternal


Not one of the
Lonely 



Internally 
Bleeding dark emotions



Just walking around
Dreaming of 



Living but soon to be dead
Lost and wandering all
Alone


But
Within those crimson
Fires of distant memories



Like the legendary
Phoenix
Of Amu Mansu



I will be reborn and
I will rise
Forever



Don’t cry
And burn in strangers or friend's 

Undertows 


And always
Feel their projected pain


But instead, look within treasured memories and old photographs


To rebirth me 
Again and again



So take in these last words

In this
My final hidden love letter


I leave within my will
Now I'm too ill


As my final angelic 
Evocations


Before I forever surrender
To heaven 

Dreaming and murmuring about your beautiful green eyes


And long shimmering 
hair and spiritually
Captivating charms


For I'm 
Now but a soon-to-be gloriously illuminated 
Being



Still living
Without fear of 
Any earthbound

Limitations


Deep and forever tumbling

In a wild kaleidoscope 
Of broken shattered mirrors


But still always living eternally 


I hope
Deep inside of you


For to replace me
In time with another


Would just be a pale and cheap imitation 


And
When I see God and he asks me why I'm still smiling



As we stand together when I seek forgiveness for all my mortal and physical sins


I'll just say 


I'm simply thinking about that fascinating young lady

Who once held her
Golden violin lovingly upright

Under a great old oak tree

In good old Long Island 



And who lovingly played a beautiful poetic tune 

Upon it 


Just for little old me



Copyright John Duffy 



I hope you enjoyed the whispers.

Until the next time.

Salute.


The Lady who whispers in the Darkness. In 2023.

 


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(A lone voice whispers) 



As I look through my black scrying mirror in 2023


People seem to smile

Share a picture or two and the internet loves you


But cry for help 


And they'll nearly all ignore you except for a beautiful few


Who'll weep inside in sorrow but never show


As they try to help you with kindness


To try to get through the gift of a new tomorrow


In 2023


The Lifting of the Veil

A new cosmic timeline where old secrets 

Once carefully hidden are revealed


For the Mayans always knew we would be entering the age of Aquarius 

A time of enlightenment and beginning our long journey back home to here


The ever-glowing Sun  


I see 

Share your success and they'll all run to gather 


Like pagan worshippers

Dancing round huge burning circles 


To sing songs filled with praise

But if they were pressed

To truly confess


They would probably admit they pray to live to see you fail


In 2023

The happy seem everywhere my tired old eyes can see

Creating their own universes


Using social media to hypnotize people with their worldviews 

But if carefully reviewed


It's a sad sham 

Many if pushed

Could see through


In 2023

Why do the sad and old sit lonely in brick castles

Singing silently with tired eyes to green hills 


To cherished memories that will never answer as they eat endless pills


Remembering times when they were one of life's energetic chancers

But now just wait for Death


To line up as he approaches 

And says as they take their last breath


''Shall we dance so you can be one of my endless dancers''


In 2023

Does true love still live on in all its crimson glory 

Amongst all those who just seek a taste of your pleasure 


As they pursue you like a Mid-Summers Nights Story

Using it like a dangerous game to renew



In 2023

Do friends surround you like the friendly Sentinels in here 


Who live in the North in Debak

But behind your back

Feast as your pain starts to rain



As I speak to you from in here

The Great In-Between


There is still plenty of room in Heaven  

Archangel Micheal told us so


So we all in Sheol wait to ascend too 

Waiting for his beautiful call so we can go



But one by one 

One by one


You and us all must queue through the narrow aisles of living


Us remembering and you doing the giving


Praying we'll all be eventually forgiven by the Almighty 

Who once gave us a bright light to carry into the world to share


With us deciding on its boundaries and conditions 


My name was Mary

From Carolina 


Remember me

As I await my extradition 



(C)

Copyright John Duffy.

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Narrated by Clinton R. Johnson.

Questions for a heartbroken mind

  


(A lone voice whispers)



Deep

Inside



Have you perhaps once died

In a thousand ways



Like one of the sad
Travelers



Lost and lonely

Now



But still walking on

Heartbroken and quietly unspoken



After you too met
Love



Walking down
One of her long crimson

Highways


And do you
Still

Feel her intense pain
Today



In every known unforgiving way



Linked to
That pivotal moment when she smiled


Turned and just upped 

And walked away

Leaving you lonely


With no one

To love or play


(C)
Copyright John Duffy

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Monday, June 19, 2023

The Storyteller

  A lone voice whispers


The invisible Angel smiled at the rows of sorrowful patients


Which lay before it on ward twenty-one of Saint Peters hospital 


In New Brunswick

New Jersey 


As it then looked at just one particular sorry soul whose body was now broken and bent


For it was why he was summoned by heartfelt prayers 


Whispered to be heard 

For it to be dutifully sent


The smile it carried wasn't a smile of ill judgement 


Or dismay but of immense hope 


To change the sad vibrations at play


For it knew the recently diagnosed patient would find the tenacity and strength to eventually cope


For they all do 


It's a silent degree

A line spoken by the Almighty 


Which all things follow if they believe whatever it says


All they have to do is call for them and pray


To summon angels from The Great In-Between


The bringers of such priceless envelopes to soothe the soul


The invisible folk


Who'll follow like betrothed guardian philanthropists


Just huddled together


Sleeping

In the shade of the Great In-Between trees


The Eternal Water Oaks


Waiting for psychic calls to spring into action


Flying into the lonely caressing arms of the swirling grey mists


Which moved and flowed all around 


Like it had a phenomenal supernatural intelligence 


Hiding those sleeping 

By The Great Grey Oaks 


Hidden

By its holy smoke which it uses to cloak


Copyright John Duffy

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The Oracle in the Mists