I worship
The glass deity,
Inside the temple of insanity;
My temple of insanity.

With spirals for eyes,
And darkness for lips,
She shines in the moonlight.
My goddess, I bow to her.

She gazes
With eyes of pity,
Inside the temple of insanity;
My temple of insanity.

Her skin was glass
And I was oblivious to my nails.
Her blood bathed in the moonlight,
My goddess, please forgive me.

On her throne
I'm sitting,
Inside the temple of insanity;
My temple of insanity.

(A lone old male voice whispers to his loyal dog)

She came at midnight
Last night
You know


As the fireflies outside in our winter garden
Glowed

In a red dress of moving red lips that whispered of new dreams

Knocking like a reborn Anne Rice
Lestat  

At my heart's window

Pleading with my soul
To cross the threshold and be let in

But I the stone warrior
Whose dear love had already departed

Turned and walked back into the darkness of my loneliness

Broken-hearted

For when true love once calls
In your lifetime

And is then suddenly recalled like a severe blow

To the amygdala

All one can do
Is wallow in limbo

For true love is like the holiest of dreams

One of The Universe's best documentaries

Memories
Forged by Brigid to endure

To be kissed
And be revisited

Filled with lovers and even enemies

And consumed in any rare moment

Like expensive Hennessey

Bright white candlelights
Providing light
In a new darkness

And a holy flame to warm any soul
On any given night

As it clings on to memories of all the people you once loved

And all the things you used to do

To ride through and hold back any new storms

Or midnight visitors like that succubus last night

It's why I put my faith in true love and Jesus Christ

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Within my dark dreams she always appears and......

She sends me deep spiritual treasures
to read and absorb

By my mind's
Scrying Mirrors

In the silvery moonlights many reflective walls

Which are in plain view
but just hidden from all

My crimson priestess from the Red Church

With a multitude of dark
confessional rooms

Hidden from mortal eyes
Above and below

Only known to them
Who are truly
In the know

Come listen and hear my calls

And join me upon my quest

She always whispers when I dream

There's a red room in here

With silk sheets adorned
with diamonds and gold

Where you can be my guest forever

Until you are old

I'll send you ancient spells to drive your success

Compassion and kindness

To leave for others to follow in your footsteps

I await in the deep ravines
Currently unexplored by you

Look deep within yourself tonight

With the thinning of the veil between your world and mine

After the stroke of midnight

And
I'll appear before your eyes and claim your mind

I'll take you back

Through the dark corridors of the hidden cities and towns

To the Red Church
of Such Spiritual Salvation

And there
I will trace my soft fingertips

Along your new road maps to a new recovery
and tempestuous realms

Of such redemption

That you will stay and never return

But it's here in this room
Your bedroom
Tonight

Your ticket you'll earn

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

(A lone voice whispers)


In a deep dream
I saw an old wooden bridge


A bridge of green and blue
Filled with yellow flowers and red roses


At the front of a huge crowd of watching blinking eyes


Stood a regal black Dobermann

He seemed quite confident and approached


You may not cross here yet
He spoke
Within my mind


These lands are for those who never forget true love

Us
The companions
Of mankind


This is The Rainbow Bridge
And over those ivy mountains


Are the golden cities
Filled with happy owners and their sidekicks


The brothers and sisters of the Watchers


Who you now see
Before you
Called The Bellagio


A sea of eyes
Filled with love
Who'll follow you


Wherever you go

Waiting patiently
In this rain or snow
For their beloved owners to show


Above you
If you look

Is a mirror
So we can see the other side

To know when their time Too comes

To prepare to be reunited
When our true love
Say their final goodbyes


For true love never dies
Only fluctuates


As one walks
Through a new gate

We are all now at peace
No pain
No anxiety


Just happy to sit and wait for our soulmates


To cross
The Rainbow Bridge


For there is no time
And no such concept of being late


Now go
Astral traveller


And recount our meeting and greetings from me and
The Bellagio


And with a low bark
He turned and walked back into the sea of smiling eyes


Who all blinked in unison
Seemingly smiling
And disappeared


As the dream started to fade


He appeared once more
Briefly
In the trailing smoke


And whispered before I could answer


It is I
Caesar
I have always been waiting for you


And as I woke and wrote
In my dream journal


The beloved memories of Caesar returned


Making me smile
That he was waiting


Now at peace
Amongst his happy brothers and sisters


Beyond The Rainbow Bridge


Patiently and
Regally waiting

Like a much-loved priest
Of The Bellagio

Who can now
Speak

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Tenebris Oculi (L) AKA Robert Olmstead

(A lone voice whispers)

To all the mysterious souls just lost beyond my second sight and long reach

Hiding somewhere unknown in Father Times long silver grass

Lying scattered across all the bluest of ocean's and before all the greatest of Antarctic lakes

Quietly reading and trying to compose inspired poetry

Beseeching their inner minds great portico to quickly open

And spill forth

Secretive words only once whispered and spoken in the darkest of corridors

Celebrating the festival of Karneia on the fourth

By the Pythia to bathe within its spectacular potency

In ancient Apollo,' candlelit yellow temples in Pompeii

In cold wintery nights
May these channelled words find a way

To weave a magical spell to beguile your own inquisitive mind and everlasting soul

To be slowly opened up with Apollo's ritual athame everywhere you go

For you to then find the courage to breach your own inner great gates

To finally find and drink from that mystical ever-flowing well

Found in the centre of all things

By only the true believers like you and the many travellers of the profound

Seeking to taste whatever their spirits really desire and then hoping to make the return journey home

Filled and sated and dancing mentally to a new sound

Announcing the arrival of their life's only holy obligation

To then write profusely
Be it at midnight or throughout the long days

Recalling and narrating the many sacred strands

And complex explorations of the many layers of human emotions

That comes smiling or snarling their way

From those just hidden beneath all blue and green seas

The Great Old Ones
So be it

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

My Sophia

Are we like the mythical
Adam and Eve

Walking upon the grey shores
Of a lost planet

Hidden in the deepest of space

Our love holding us
Knee deep
As if buried alive

Where we will witness
The birth of nebula's

Stars
And rediscovered Old Gods

A new Atlantis
Filled with wild pagan beasts and jealous old men

A place where we will stride beyond the reach of the Masters of the Masonic Temple

Erecting their secretive
Light barriers

As we part the soft pink pages
In our own Books of Pleasure

To be perused and used
At our inquisition and leisure

As we watch the fall of man
With the rise of the Cosmic Red Serpent

Lying upon the yellow sands of time
As the new crucifixion begins

To smell and see the visceral sights

Palaces
May burn and be
Aflame before us

A new vision of a world consumed with
Corruption and sin

For as we watch, we will know

We are riders of
The Great Red Dragon once foretold

We
Some of the mythical Watchers
Who never grows old

We who collect the Universes many hidden
Stories

For in time
To be simply retold

We just reborn as poets today
No longer
Citizens of any known countries

Just sent again
From The Great In-Between

To nourish inquisitive minds
Which are perpetually hungry

For enchanting new stories
To use as mental fuel to burn up

Within their minds curious crematory

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

(A darkened soul sings to the watching night sky)

All hail to The Lost Tribe of the Shadow People of The Obsidian Dust

The life thieves like Lazarus
Who hides in the Grey Meadows
Outside my windows

Chanting

Yes
Pull up your souls black gallows

Hang your tortured heart
High

For us all to watch
The Machiavellian sights

While our blackbirds cry
And in us
Trust

As I stood waiting
Waiting all night
Waiting all the next day

For your call
As they watched

Wasting so much time
After our fall
On Valentine's Day

But like time dies
Within each passing second

Our love died
As the Watchers
Watched

Within each playing record

Things I know now have
Changed forever

And memories of you
Still get in the way

For those memories
Don't need no cue or weather
To play

So now, there'll only be crying
Crying over you

As silver eyes in our painted white windows
Shine

Now you've gone

Now you're gone
And are no longer
Mine

No denying the whys
And what for's

As I cry
Yes baby

Our love is dying
Dying with time

As each of our old records play
And in each second
Deep down

I know
Why

Why you ran away

I know I stopped caring
Stopped sharing

As the crowd outside my windows sway
Chanting

What I was feeling
When my mother died and I needed healing

Did I take to the Old Jack Daniels
To hide what I was feeling

So baby
If you hear this

This is for you
My final sweet kiss

One of us is changing
And one of us is dying

And it's too late
For all our Valentine Days

Have upped and flown away

So I look up
Look up at the Sun
Knowing

I'm in hell

As I hail
The Shadow People of The Obsidian Dust

The life thieves like Lazarus
Who hides in the Grey Meadows
Outside my windows

Chanting
Yes

Then
Pull up your souls black gallows
Hang your tortured heart high

For us all to watch the Machiavellian sights

While our blackbirds cry
While our blackbirds cry

And in us
Trust

For soon I'll step outside
As they bow and go wild

And tonight join the crowd

For they all know me
Now as One of their own

As I pull on
One of their grey shrouds
And start to sing

All hail

The Shadow People of The Obsidian Dust

The life thieves like Lazarus
Who hides in the Grey Meadows
Outside all windows

Chanting
Yes

Pull up your souls black gallows
Hang your tortured hearts high

For us all to watch the Machiavellian sight
While our blackbirds cry

While our blackbirds cry
And in us

Trust

The Shadow People of The Obsidian Dust

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Cold winter afternoon,
Heading to my friend’s,
Down to the woods,
Ghost hunting again.

Deep into the ravine,
Feeling strange,
Like being watched,
From away.

“Split up,”
“Farther that way?”
Alone I see it,
A beautiful woman in the creek.

I called out,
She looked at me,
Then faded.
A ghost,
I swear I saw.

When I was going for a drive
Well being driven when
I realized that I did not have
My phone nor iPad
Were with me
The same thing with Sirenhead
I was not able to picture
The
Discs of light
Flying through the night sky
UFOs I saw
But I never thought to take a picture
But this I say
I believe