Your treasured memory flashes like a falling star from my mind's eternal sky

It creates cosmic time loops where spirits from the tomb gather

While old conversations, like white snow, falls

As time no longer flies
With such glitz and glamour

And whenever I see your face amongst others again in that time loop

As in, you swagger

I always remember why I still love you

For like the mystical everlasting sea

The wild magic of you and me
Together

Will forever flow and run free

Like a lone siren's love song once whispered

To try to hypnotize
Ulysses

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Foundation of the piece.

Those we love live forever, whenever we remember.

Whispers echo down the mine-shaft,
I imagine witches and their craft.
The darkness plays tricks on my mind,
My skin goosebumps like its on ice.

Further in, shadows play their tricks,
My wind up torch starts to flick.
Paranoia sets my pulse pounding
as I imagine long finger nails scraping.

It goes dark for the minute I start winding
and all around me, the heavy breathing,
laughs bellowing through rocky surfaces.
Intentions that are ****** murderous.

All I can think of, those dear to be lost to me.

(A lone voice whispers)

What a year to be alive to see poetry still thrives

Want some new readers?

Well, I asked this once when I was institutionalised

Before in The Great In-Between

I was baptised to be non institutionalised

So here's my advice

Try to write immersive experiences

For some long-lost legends whisper

That every spirit seeks to walk in newer realms on their way to redemption

So take your readers by the hand and like a leader

Take them on soul tempting journeys into the unknown and mysterious

Hold them mesmerised

Spellbound through words like ringing church bells

To keep them reading slowly like the birth of a caterpillar

And when that red key eventually turns in their minds

To open a blue portal and enter them into a strange interdimensional place

Through the two great ancient white pillars

Of
Ashtara and Shoka

To where smoke and fire
Day and night burns

A spiritual place
I call The Great In-Between

A mythical experience for the curious mind
Begins

A fog filled place where pain sorrow and sin

All things seen or unseen
Like love and happiness exists

A wild place where darkness

Shadows selves
Corwatturea creatures

Spirits
Angels and beauty
Coexists

In absolute tranquility and harmony

And you my friend

In that subliminal moment, that red key turns

A new reader of yours is reborn

One who seeks their Drover
As their need and curiosity takes over

To move them through higher high roads and lower byroads

Unexplored old church lanes
Of joy and pain

To walk them through the fire and snow storms

To find a new mother load
Via this underground railroad

Unspoken poetic stories to take them under like chloroform

For their souls
After stepping into

The GREAT IN-BETWEEN

Will have been truly transformed and renamed

For now, they'll walk like new aged gods and goddesses

Baptised in that smoke
Fire and rain

To stand up strong like their newfound Drover

And walk forward forever
Trying to stay pure and unashamed

As their need for more
Takes over

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

(A lone voice whispers)

Will you
Come all

Yes,
Yea and dance

For
In the deepest woods
In that old
Woodland grove

Something stirs

An electric emotion
Consuming the very air

Can you feel
Its pulse
And all consuming
Power

Would you attend as
An invited guest
With me
And dance

Go wild
And let your mind and soul
Be held prisoner

As they are
Slowly deflowered

Beyond all worldly
Fears
As unknown spirits advance

Would you still attend
As a guest of mine

To visit my dark midnight
Winter Festival

To communicate
And bind with the
Deep divine

To be totally lost
And absorbed in its
Yellow ring
Of supernatural lights

Which will
Swirl all around us
As we breathe in
Its ancient dust

To watch and wonder
At the
Opening of hidden gateways

Above us
And below us

A spell to be cast in dark skies
By illuminated souls

Between time and space
As we prepare and stand

Hidden from
The mundane
Human race

To see a new brave world
Soon ours to summon
And command

Where
Nothing but goodness
And love will fill our old
Souls

For tonight
We will dance
With our pagan ancestors of old

It's our time of year
As we will
This supernatural festival
To arrive

To embrace maybe painful
Embers and emotions
Of Winter's long past

That may have survived

To then
Embrace old Mother Spring
The goddess of all living things

As she slowly awakes
And begins to gradually
Materialise

A flurry of cold memories
Hidden in mystical snow
To beguile

Will
You dance

Beyond wet
Tears for people

We always remember
Who have died

As we may cry

For tonight
On this pagan eve

We shall live forever

For we baptised
To be eternal

And will never
Die beyond

All who can truly see
As their reawakened
Souls

Cry out
Blessed Be

Copyright John Duffy

(A lone voice whispers)

Deep in Blackwood Forest
At the third stroke of midnight

If you're brave enough and want to see

A rare sight

To see a silver ritual chalice raised
As ***** country music plays      

See Masters of Temple
Stand in hot circles of fire

As people in Eyes Wide Shut masks

Watch
As they sweat and perspire

The summoning ritual
From The 7th Seal
Of the biblical maiden

Who helped usher in
The Ultimate Sin

From The Great In-Between

Invoked
To make all kneel    
As she is seen                        

Do want to hear the golden bell ring

See reckless flames dance
Like two twin lovers  

Locked in romance        
Into the immortal night    

Be bound in *******
To Eve

And that circle in Blackwood
When found  
Without fight

Just meditate    
Visualize a dark forest

And imagine yourself there
As your fate

And
In your holy dreams

When it's dark and late
I'll send The Legendary Sattari

With a gentle call and whistle
Into the light

Of
Dabis animam Evam in aeternum?

To bring you
To your last-ever party

In Blackwood Forest
Tonight

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Latin translation:

Will you give Eve your soul forevermore?

If ignorance is bliss
And knowledge is power
I'll conquer the abyss
And defend my Tower

If Babel did spiral
And cursed all our people
I'll learn occult symbols
And cast out this evil

If Zeus blasted my crown
And reduced to rubble
I'll flow red from your brow
And rip through your muscle

If Prometheus ran
And flames danced in his eyes
I'll pluck two apples and
Hand you our sweet demise.

I take this life and love
With my hands at my side
And heart wide open
The warmth of candles
On my cool and steady mind
Her light hits my face
And her energy fills my cup
I drink what she offers
I give her everything in return

What is an empath
I person who neurologically
Feels emotions of other people
You cannot hide from them
As I am one
I have felt the emotions
Of myself
And another
Since I could cognitively remember

They started when I was
Four years of age
And that was when I realized my soul
The very essence of my mind
Had a passport
As well
My spirit age 4000
My mortal age
31