Conversations with The Shadow People

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Is the world truly corrupt?

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The Indentured Slaves of Society 

The Dark Angel of Corruption and Death 

Came smiling down like Old Nick

In black judges robes 

Shining bright

Like a burning fire in a cold night 

Leaving poisoned spears tipped with dollars and diamonds

In political halls and 

Vast institutions

In silence 

Waiting for new fools

To find them

Only to then appear with violence 

To pierce their side 

Like he on the cross

At Golgotha 

Who died

So they

Like pine needles 

In the wind

Blow and bow

To a new tune

For their forests will never be green

Their sunsets will all no longer gleam

For their new leader and host 

The Ghost 

Of Corruption and Death 

Has spread his wings 

So the newly corrupted must sing 

Victoria 

Victoria

Victoria a la corrupción y la muerte

Victoria 

Victoria

Victoria a la corrupción y la muerte

Victory 

Victory 

Victory to corruption and death

Victory to corruption and death

As they handcuffed by greed and power

No longer flower

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

My Last Letter

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My last letter

It came from the East

Smiling

All slender and ash grey 

Wearing a white wedding veil

As it came my way 

In the year of 1941

With the cold rise of the early morning sun

On the 20th of May  

When the German airborn arrived 

To join the Battle of Crete 

She came slowly walking up

Down that murky street

In the smoky ash and mud 

Barefoot

In faded Somerset white

With bag pipes playing 

Grey eyes and broken red tipped finger nails

With a scent of death 

And grave

The beast takes many forms

He took all my friends that day

Bill

Terry

Paul and 

Big Norm

That smiling wedding bride took their hands

When 

They got shot and died

I saw it all 

In the smoke 

And cried

For second sight 

Have I

And when she called to take Big Norm

As I watched her shimmering form

She whispered

She you in 2024

On May the 30th

Look for me 

Listen for the bagpipes 

I come at dawn

Then she took Big Norm's hand

And they both walked away

Crying 

Followed the music of bagpipes playing Going Home

And cries 

Amongst the bullets flying

Of the dying

I prayed as I stood

Alone

At the end of that day

And now it's 2024

And the dawn of May on the 30th

Soon she comes

For the faint noise 

Of bagpipes playing

Are making this rattling noise in my lungs

But I'm not scared

Bill

Terry

Paul and

Big Norm 

Are all waiting for me there

For I'm 

Going home

 For I'm 

Going home

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

The Monologue of the Lost Soul

EThe Monologue of The Lost Soul

Scene: 

A middle aged man.

Unshaven.

Surrounded by photo albums.

And cobwebs.

Kneels in front of an aging shrine to his dearly departed wife.

At midnight.

And prays 

(A lone voice whispers)

O Lord

King of all Spirits and Fates

Why do I 

With sleepless eyes

Still seek a love that's died

Am I a foe

Seeking forgiveness 

In lullabies 

In knee-worship prayers

With a broken heart of catacombs

Where fear lives

Now it has found its

Home

As I once reached out

To the Ether

And cried

When she crossed over

To the Otherside

With sullen eyes

Am I cursed to never sleep

To never again know 

To treat or feel her

My sin eater and preacher

As demons and angels From past delights

Like Demeter and the old Unwashed Redeemer 

Walk past 

Like pale shadows

In endless nights

And smile

When sleep 

I do fight

On Monarch 

Lord

And King of all that's Right

Pray for me 

Go that extra mile

And open a window 

So I can reach her

In sleep

Tonight 

To see her

My teacher

My speaker

And who like

Mary

Was a true believer 

Who now lives within

Your kingdom 

As she's found holy freedom 

Pray we can wander hand in hand

In The Great Underground Stream

As I dream

Tonight 

In a new

Garden of Eden 

Amen

For

 I'm so useless

(C)

Copyright John Duffy 

    

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Poetry

 

Star Boy

 

Were you influenced?

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SEDUCTION

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Have you been on Love Patrol?

 

Tulsa Dreaming

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Salute