the almighty lord of light
omnipotent sun-god Ra
king of the noon-day sun
originator of the cosmos
creator of the underworld
the destroyer of darkness
provider of all luminosity
voyager of solar barque
on the daylight mandjet
passing through the akhet
defeating the serpent apep
on the nighttime mesektet
returning to illumination
thou art the gleam of life

Foundation.

Depending on your age or  having a busy schedule, have you forgotten your younger years?

Title.
Cogitation

(A deep thought whispers)

Have you ever sat under the sun and looked back over your life's many old pages?

Remembering how you once ran, with whom and at what age?

Or have those old memories turned to dust?

All family and friends. Young and old love.

Moments of misery compounded by huge moments of victories.

People you once trusted now resigned to your own pages of history?

So, I'll ask again and use this as a prompt within this prose.

Have you ever paused under the hot sun?

Sat in the shade and looked back at old memories as they replayed?

Remembering happier times when you were having such fun?

The best ones, with maybe those, no longer around, as those incredible memories are eventually found?

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Foundation.

Poetry encompasses all aspects of the human experience.

This piece relates to the last visit.

A tragic part of life we all will someday endure.

If you already have, sending blessings.

Title:
Chapel at Rest

(A lone voice whispers)

Are lone goodbyes like lone turtle-doves that serenely fly away

In wild winds of memories of a once beautiful Yesteryear

Of one day
They're here
And one day they're gone.

But you always, afterwards, cry silently inside

In somewhere deep and quiet,

In new realms of unfamiliarity
Where beloved memories hide

When you remember moments of tranquility and sincerity

Before that old love went away and unjustly died

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

(A lone voice whispers)

From embracing love and whatever she brought.

Good or bad.

Family and friendships, and its many levels, linked to negative or positive relationships.

Even enduring tragic illnesses.

Sometimes Destiny destroys us to willingly embrace Metanoia

To change

For as the old saying goes

If you don't transform as you grow

Will your soul enjoy this version of your return

To the mighty
Gaia

The greatest of all the Universe's picture shows

As wanted or unwanted, gifts are exchanged?


(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Metanoia

A Greek term relating to a profound, transformative change of heart or an intellectual conversion of the mind.

Foundation.

Books, film, poetry, and songs are saturated by broken love.

Sometimes people get together who were never meant to be together.
This is but another.

Title.

Melancholy Love

(A lone voice whispers)

Even though we loved so deeply and fought so many picky wars

That invisible tears still stain our faces

Marked by emotional scars, which bare our flaws

I know one day we'll meet again as friends

For true love never ends

And as long as our hearts still beat

There's still time to achieve this feat

But if there ever comes a time, when Charon's Obol arrives

And you survive, as I sail by
Just know now

Some men are just mundane fools, to fall in love.

But with you, I've fallen in love a thousand times, with a gift bestowed from Above

For true heavenly revelations, sometimes lay scattered, within small moments, of casual conversations and picky fights

To then make up at night

As two embrace last year's New Year's resolution of:

“This year will be the making of us.”

For even if I lay with Charon's cold silver Obol

I'll sing to you, within that new flux

My life's final absolution,
My only love song

And it's why my love
You'll live forever

For loving you was truly  never wrong

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Copyright John Duffy

Within these low whispers, lost in the brothels of my mind

Revolving in the deep depths

As I sit here
Alone at my old desk

I can feel the subtle arrival of you, and the vibrational presence of other viewers

Maybe on their beloved cellmate, their phone or computer

So here's to you all

You the bohemians
Eccentrics
Originals and mavericks

Of mankind

The kingdom builders of visual new world's that shine through

Like Morpheus's Looking Glass

Using the power and brilliance of inspired words and fluted thoughts

I pray you continue to seek more

Like l do
Searching for the one I still adore

Calliope
Who walks on rivers of crimson fire and grey ash

In memories gardens to be reunited, after she stepped through another stage door

You
The Ones blessed with the brilliance of words and fluted thoughts

Only you I can praise

You the searchers and creator's

Poetic
Time abusers

Just constantly try to be free and never bought

Or caught like me, by always chasing poetry's, new dammed train of thought

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

(A lone voice whispers)



For many years I have seen your world get darker, be it by brooks or societies underground streams.



I've wandered through dreams with Morpheus.



Saw political-hungry eyes gleam.

Free from light but dark, beside brooks or underground streams.



Just know this, from I, Camael.



A beast hides his face amongst those where it sows its seeds, of greed and disgrace.



As it's welcomed willingly, into corrupt places.



By hungry eyes that gleam, bereft of any of humanity's God's graces.



(C)
Copyright John Duffy


The name "Zinzino" is of Italian origin and translates to "a small piece with great value",

Foundation.

In quiet or difficult moments, do you think of something or someone special to help you get through?

Do the whispers from your God or loved ones resonate with you?

Title: Unity

(A lone voice whispers)

When life suddenly becomes too painful, and parts of me feel like they are dying, like all those poor soldiers at, Waterloo, on the eighteenth of June, in 1815.

There's a secret place I go to, where I feel rich in the eyes of my watching, Bureau of The Internal Revenue.

Whenever I pause and think of you.
  
A place of sunshine and memories surrounded by life's many monsoons.

Which always helps me to renew

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Clad in her swiftly flowing white silk gown, adorned with golden hems, she stood on the ominous, invisible banks of שְׁאוֹל

With her black hair blowing.

On the unspoken grounds of Sheol. She whispered:

"Welcome to a collection of stimulating otherworldly prose summoned from the shimmering half-places where few truly visit or go.

Welcome to The Great In-Between.

A gathering of light and dark.

An indulgence of supernatural prose to satisfy the inquisitive mind on any lonely, rainy or even happy day.

Wherever you might be.

In this deceptively deep life, As you still run.

Read on, knowing that those who watch with me.

Stand silently behind, hiding in these flickering shadowy spaces that also exist around you, even in your very bedrooms.

And You

Yes, you have unknowingly summoned them all by reading these opening lines, drawn from the many dark halls of the Dragon Castle at Apollos Keep.

So, as we advance together to surround you, it is exhilarating to finally meet you.

Shall we begin with tales of light and dark, emotional overtures linked to morality and sin, and whatever else they've witnessed?

Shall I whisper the low echoes that resonate from here to eternity within those alabaster grey walls?

If so, just repeat after me:

"So mote it be!
Let us begin. With tales from you and your kin."

That line has been inscribed in the ancient books of life since the dawn of time.

From when God crafted the Great Cosmos around us.

Can you feel us creeping through the cautious corridors of your mind, as I pause and sinfully whisper this interdimensional rhyme?

You may dismiss this as a sensuous, strange dream.

You may convince yourself it is just your fertile imagination.

But believe me, it’s real, and you will come to see and embrace it over time, for you are now ours.

From the Black Grimoires, stolen like a common thief from the Devil's Keep, comes an ominous parade filled with unseen angels.

As I invoke this spell to compel you to love us all as you sleep at night.

To dream of us when you rest and prepare for our eventual meeting.

I've cast your name into the Sphinx’s Mixing Bowl, and there is no one to blame.

So don’t question when your unconscious mind starts counting down the dog-eared days and slow nights.

Tossing and turning, restless and filled with burning anxiety and angst.

For you are now ours because by just reading this, you have just sipped some of our Holy Communion wine.

By invoking the power of this, our interdimensional rhyme.

And joined our huge ever-growing chanting circle.

To be closer to us

The Hidden Folk separated from mortals and only accessed by those anointed
to hear whispers, coming down through the Blue Portal

By us

The Universes
Old Watchers and Immortals

Who've you've just let in

(C)
John Duffy

(A lone voice whispers)

In the wind,  
In a gale, or at sea,  

Evoked by angels at daylight,  
Awoken by devils at midnight.  

And just broken  
In between.  

I once wandered like Dante,  
Experiencing heaven and hell  

Simultaneously,  
Like a shadow being,  
A Djinn.  

Unfolded like a rare, old-world map,  
Cold and lost as life's winds destroyed all my sanctuaries.  

I once used as cover while my broken heart recovered.  

But today,  

On December the fifth,  
The third day after you left,  

I feel resurrected and reincarnated like Mephibosheth.  

For, like in all relationships, holding Death's cold hands while you once wandered isn’t real death:
  
Only a tragic play.  

Yet one can feel burnt at the stake,  

Like the family and servants in a play

Written by someone known as Shakespeare,  
Called Macbeth.  

(C) Copyright John Duffy