Foundation.

Mixing Old English within the 21st Century.

Titul:

Sċēaweres

(An all ana voice hwisprian's)


For although our pæþe
Are divided by Wyrd

By The Grēat In-Betweonum
Also viewed as Destiny or Fate

By our Andsaca's

Enemies
Vultures and lions
Which Scyttan

Hydan
In The Great Ether

Restless
Unseen
And with great Hungor

Ravenous

Just outside our Godcundlic Gates

Ours is a sacred Trēowa

One
No fowl creatures knoweth

And which the vultures, lions and ravenous creatures: filled with Æfestiġ

And second eyes
Grene
Hath seen

But we will be Siġefæst

So
"Hál wes þú or wes hál"

(C) Copyright John Duffy

Old English andgiet:
Meanings:

Sċēaweres
Watchers.

All ana
Unaccompanied.

Hwisprian
Whisper.

pæþe
Paths.

Andsaca
Enemy, adversary.

Scyttan:
"To hunt," this word could be used if the "prowling" is specifically in search of prey.

Hydan
Meant to conceal.

Hungor
Hunger.

Godcundlic.
Spiritual.

Trēowa
Faith, pledge, agreement.

Grene
Green.

Æfestiġ
Jealous or envious.

Hath
Have.

Siġefæst
Victorious.

Hál wes þú or wes hál

Be in good health' or 'be fortunate'.



(Now read again, now you understand. Especially the ending)

Foundation.

With uncertainty flowing like a molten volcano around the world, and online.

Is it within dark times like these, we should try to bring more light into the world?

Title:

A voice in the dark whispers

Lookup
Not down

And be drawn
Into spiritual degradation

Or dark temptations
Linked to politics or the flesh
By the Red Dragon

But to blue clouds
Filled with sacred tetragons

With belief in whatever you know as good, be held
In-Depth

For the son of Cronus and Rhea

Brother of Zeus and Poseidon
Grows ever near

To welcome you into his waterless Barren Lands

Delighting in unimaginable fear

So be
Precipitous

And look up to
Defeat the rolling Abyss
Ruled by Hades

Hidden
Within
Its mists

Espouse goodness
While you still
Live

Like a sweet Valentine's Day kiss

And try to avoid
The Void

Filled with those
Who now pay a hefty
Price

But enter into new lands of Spiritual Paradise

With your selfless acts
Of kindness and self-sacrifice

Will you try to do good?

Or will you follow those who will suffer bitterness, when a star called, Wormwood,
Falls?

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

(A lone voice whispers)

Do you believe in absorbing esoteric supernatural impressions

To clear your pathways
Of all mental or traumatic depression's

To then walk down life's  metaphysical runways

Like a young Gabrielle Bonheur Chanel or an inspired

Paul Poiret

If so
Because I believe
In you

Always be optimistic and open to being positive when exploring newer experiences

For true belief
Lies in the right mindset in all you do

To transform your soul into your best version of a sage or mystic

Allowing you to chase stars and wild Middle Earth dreams

To bind old mistakes and fears
To white metaphorical feathers

To throw them into the healing fires within your mind

For their old powers over you

In the unconscious rising smoke retire

As you learn which new bridges to cross

And which old bridges to burn

For sacred self-knowledge and empowerment is ubiquitous

A chimera

A conjunction of wild beasts
Roaming wild

Living life through
Eight letters called Salvation

Which to the child of the Revived

Like you
Cannot never ever be denied

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Do you see past your reality tunnels

Your every day to day
Safe plays

As your Geiger Counters
Ticks left to right
As it slowly sways

Do you see the struggles
Of life's many broken runners

In dire trouble
At home or worldwide

Do you see the villains with the ***** bruised knuckles

On television preaching or in real time

Standing in someone else's home

Their back garden
Their jungle
As the world just watches

Engaging in endless bellicose discussions

Will you only take note
When one of the world's elected great hunters

Pushes the red nuclear button

So I summon the power of the Four Elemental Gods

Earth, Air, Fire, and Water
To wake you up

Before that Old Fallen Power
Grows so much stronger

That hope will no longer matter, as it will shatter

Stopping one climbing Jacob's Ladder

The bridge one seeks at birth
Between Heaven and Earth

So be it

What will be
Will be


(C) Copyright John Duffy

.

(A lone voice whispers)

Every clock in here
Even these old white wooden ones

As they tick so regimentally
Reminds me of you

Every single second
Every single minute

Carries luminescent memories

Of all the wild but lovely things
We used to do together

As they suddenly manifest
Like a magician's trick

Of pulling a red rose
Right out of the blue

And if my broken heart could beat

It would carry loud drum beats of revelations
So true

I would die once more
In palpable bliss

If I could write a parable
It would only be

I yearned once for a touch of your silky skin

And a taste of your red lipstick

Within one welcoming kiss

But got distracted
By the sweet voice

In the darkness
That strives

All good things to
Underpin

And now
In The Great In-Between

My parable
If deciphered by an Illuminated One would read

If love is offered
Freely and
Willing without sin

Or greed

Clasp
Hold and treasure it

And it's why now these sparkling twinkling lights

My reflections of you

Shine so bright in this ever-hot interdimensional dust

From dawn to dusk
Showcasing your image

To the empty husks
Of the Ascended Ones

Night and day
That litter
The Lord's Way

Come what may

So while these Baylore energies

Magnify my thoughts into these words

Like a soft fingertip across your warm spine

I'll see you soon
Skyclad in blue

In your deepest of dreams

Wide-eyed
Mighty and cancer free

We'll be reunited once more
But not like Orpheus and Eurydice

To be snatched away by a lack of trust

But forever
And that's why
My love

I still see your reflection
In these embers
In this everlasting dust

In every single second
And every single minute

As these tired wooden clocks tick

From dawn to dusk
As the empty husks
Of the Ascended Ones

Watch

Night and day
That litter

The Lord's Way

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

(A lone voice whispers)

What drives you?
Is it love or compassion?

Introspection or just plain creation?

Are you now on your soul holy mission?

Navigating life using poetry to express, all those old noises you still hear?

When remembering all the things or people you once enjoyed?

Or when you were used like a toy.

Through clever, cunning, convincing ploys?

(C) Copyright John Duffy

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#poetry

Foundation.

In this modern world, has mankind forgotten judgment may await if one is religious?

Title.

The Priest talking on a Pulpit in The Great In-Between

(A regal voice whispers)


You do know
What you do and feel in public or secret

My child

Writes all your life's many hidden manuscripts

And follow's you like a Charles Dickens's

Jacob Marley
Character

Into and after the crypt

So do more good
Purge yourself.

Pull yourself away from the Great Tempter's black hole

Don't just sit and judge
Urge your soul

Or the goal could be

You
Stripped and whipped as you become

Just another
Of the Devils legion's

Of unloved conscripts

(C) Copyright John Duffy

Quite a deep supernatural piece.

Foundation.

Do ghosts lament about life and regrets?

From love, relationships etc, what would you regret if tonight, you woke up on the other side, and had only two minutes to speak?

Unfortunately, taking the two minutes out.

It could be the probable reality for millions, if you believe in a continuation, after this life.
Salute.

Title
Sheol Sorrow

(A lone voice whispers as an old black and white clock, starts ticking)

Now my life's great parties are all over and this Black Hole

I now live within
Ruled over by Father Sin

Which just loves to breathe me in and out

Like the silver flutes once did

When I used to walk by, and watch the marching Bands of Manhattan play

Walking past, wearing purple and blue coats

As the Majorettes twirled their shiny batons

Oh, what I wouldn't give in this loud sound of silence
  
To quieten this pain, that still hurts the most  

Even though, I'm now just another lonely ghost

My cherished memories of you will always be my Immortal Home, as I wait in here, to atone

I used to pray that I'd wake up free, from this asylum

In the warm arms of my beloved, but now lost, Angel

But no matter how hard the memories, or even how painful

I'll keep them as a happy place, filled with all her love and photographs

So, I just wait here

In a hidden place found on no handwritten, or drawn road maps

Somewhere with the ever watchful Great Intermediary

As I flutter my white flag of defeat

In the cold and hot heat of, The Great In-Between

In the wet lands
Beyond the Akashic Records

Lingering by these bright lights, like I was walking on the Moon

Kicking up broken white stones

Singing sad songs for the hordes

Standing in groups in the creepy shadows

Watching me crying like a wounded King

Come Back,
Don't fear, you won't fall

They all chant as the Golden Bell rings

The Crying Game needs feeding

The eleven-inch nails, needed pulling out, to stop the bleeding

Stay with us
The Nameless Things

We, who whisper and sing in the Dark, all around you

But all by myself
I'll try to stay alive
Somehow

They can keep their Poison and Red Wine

Their Civil Wars
Where even gravity falls

Either way,
Here is my lone call

You'll always be my reason
My every time
No matter the seasons

For all my rivers of memories and worn-out roads

My heavy head and weary heart

Always lead me
Riding in paper boats

Back to you
In this mad, mad world

Even though now everything has fallen apart

Completely like us two

Just another pair of Father Times, many heartbroken sweethearts

(Ticking clock stops)

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

(A mystic whispers)

Through this scrying mirror

Be it by
Eyes, Touch, Paper, or Phone

Let my power
Melt your heart of stone

Through
Wind, fire, wave, and sea

I see you
Are you ready to atone

Can you feel me
Rolling in

Like green moss
Creeping across
Warm wet skin

So you can absorb me
More

To open wide
All your mind's closed doors

To let me in
So long nights
Can begin

With Earth warmed
By new shadows
Borne

Open up so I can linger within
Until dawn

Willing heat to rise up
Like young pawns

Called to fight
In Winter's War of Emotions

So prepare well

Summer Solstice is coming soon
On the 21st of June

A rebirth
A time of new beginnings and spells

With me and you
Engaging in deep breathing

In hot bedrooms,
Wallpapered in sinning and yells

Where old feelings flee
With the ringing of our libidos bells

To be swept away

By sweet cries of a new renaissance that will never stop

And be replaced by new psyops

As all your resistance
Drops

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

(A lone voice whispers)

Will you do more to avoid an eternally broken heart?

Do you need a proclamation of truth, which one can pursue, to define your life?

Well, if so,
Here's one whispered in a deep dream

Just for you

In the end
To have loved true

Purely and transformationally

With kindness and compassion

When you stand before the God of your religion

Before you transcend

You'll be judged worthy, and your happiness will extend, beyond that final meeting

With whom, or whatever you follow, at your world's end

For good souls like you,
if you do, are never condemned

(C)
Copyright John Duffy