This love, we once experienced in the darkness

Beyond the long reach of the light of judgment

By family, friends, or enemies

Will go through a new phase of rediscovering

Rewriting our tragic love story

In the Universes Grey Books of History

Like a modern-day Fyodor Dostoevsky

For humanity is sometimes incredibly and intensely in love with all forms of suffering

Where love in action is occasionally a brutal and tragic commodity

Whenever and forever described in relation to someone special

Who can make your heart scream

“Just believe in me”

As if in poetry or wishful dreams

For a love of any kind is never low-key

If you believe in something greater, the eyes of others, can never see.........

(C) Copyright John Duffy

(A lone voice whispers)

If only we had understood the justifications

I wouldn't be composing these stanzas here in old Jerusalem

If only we had realized all those painful tragic answers to come

We would have stopped them from happening

And took no chances at the very beginning

If only we knew this day filled with darkness would be returning

We would have tried to stop it before our hearts started burning

But we never saw it coming and never disputed your stories saying so

Of which there was plenty

We believed we were to be together forever

To walk hand in hand in all weathers

We never felt deserted, even though it felt you were always away

Praying or preaching

But in the process of living
Our hearts gave up and cried

When nailed on that wooden cross before us

All the hopes of forgiveness and absolution

Just looked us in the eyes
Smiled

Stopped breathing and quietly died

As we placed you in the tomb with Joseph and rolled forth that heavy stone

It felt to some as though we'd never met

As they wept

But to us, who really knew you

Our hearts could never forget

And as I watched some cry and express hate for our Lord's fate

I, too, despised what I'd become

I wished I'd found more time to be with you

To learn more

All sad tokens of introspection as I laid you in that tomb

I thought like many others

You were taken from us and sent so far away

But the rumors circulating say you've risen

Oh, how happy we all are that you've escaped death's cold prison

We all remembered when you said you wouldn't leave

That if in me, you do believe

And if we didn't

What would this world be like

If you wouldn't in our hearts still be living

Well, that's now all in the past as we gather here on this beautiful Sunday

To pray in these moments for the forgiveness of all our earthly sins

In this hidden backroom here in Jerusalem

To fall in love with Faith once more

Now you've risen from the tomb

A dark place where we left you a few days ago

To lay all alone

We can only pray the world of the future see the truth

For to truly believe, you don't need any proof

For faith is a delicate thing

Don't just look for it in well-written books or scripture

Don't look for it at night or during the day

Don't let it weep and recede or wither and just walk away

Just believe in something greater

It's how he'll find you and reintroduce you to your maker

For as Nicodemus was once asked.

“How can a man be born when he is old?”

“Surely, he cannot enter a second time into his mother's womb to be born!”

You answered,

“I tell you the truth, no one can enter the kingdom of God unless he is born of water and the Spirit.

Flesh gives birth to flesh, but the Spirit gives birth to spirit.”

So to all you readers who may read this in the near future

Just listen for the Almighty's great voice and with faith in something greater

You'll know in your heart it's him

If you're just open to hearing it

After praying and then whispering

Amen

(C) Copyright John Duffy

(A lone voice whispers)

Did no one tell you that true
Magic exists

Just hidden somewhere deep
In most societies

Sought after by convicts of the mundane

Profane addicts, who cry out in the mists

Whenever they're asleep
In pain

Some crying out for redemption or anything linked to temptation

But still, it subsists in so many obscure places

And upon so many new or old altars, does it reside

For when it comes out to tempt the eyes of the juggernaut

Known as The Great Metatron

To look

One of the most powerful archangels, and interdimensional scribes

To the Book of Life

It causes so many other emotions, to like atoms collide

In the deep-minds behind inquisitive eyes and faces

From all gender and races

As imagery
Emotions and engagement runs wide

For the Philosophers Stone
The Great Secret
Is simply this

There's an old piece of magic in us
All

But sometimes, it only chooses to come out in those it made to speak

After a mighty fall

Maybe like you
Too

A new poet who once heard the nightly call

And now speaks a sacred hidden language, that summons the craft of

Reconceptualizing the enchantment of the human experience

Through an incredible naming magical act

Breathing
Molding and weaving
Words into life

Like a pagan mage giving shape to energy

A molten flux to entertain the curious ones

Of any age

That needs something magical written in verse

As they turn one of your spiritual pages

To help save them from their own form of self-destruction

And maybe anything that still hurts

Before their last ride home
In Old Nicks black hearse

As you serve your new masters and mistress's

Of the magical vibrations known as, Poetry

By sharing your magic as it pleads to be dispersed

(C) Copyright John Duffy

(A lone voice whispers)

Is Love
Like ethereal raindrops

Tumbling from a hot
Unseen spiritual sky
When you least expect it

Does it
Reveal itself

When
Two kingdoms suddenly
Clash and collide

Mundane worlds
Imploding and
Unravelling

Given birth
Beneath
Infinite clouds of clandestine

Assignations

Can
Our happiness
Smiles and lamentations

Sometimes
Drown
Swept up

Within its dark seas of
Astounding
Revelations

But do we crave
Love to still
Get wet

To bathe
Within its
Stimulating waters

Of repudiation
Or Salvation

All the while

Embracing
Its rough spiritual fingers
Of life-changing

Rehabilitation
To heal our old ways

And to help us find a way to forget painful memories

As our soft cheeks
Get wet

Through our second Resurrection

Our first being birthed
Here on Earth

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Foundation.

Do you believe in astral projection?

Title:

The Ayahuasca Warrior

(A lone voice whispers)

Into the Mythical UnderMouth
Known as The Dark Abyss

I went
Swirling like a lost Autumn leaf

In strange winds
Heaven sent

Merging like a well-drilled soldier

Into the fine lines
Of the Universe’s timeless dust

I travelled up high
Into the higher kingdoms of The Astral Realms

To mysterious crossroads of The Undreamt

Then to unvisited corners never seen before by others

Into another dimension of Time and Space

Colliding into other faceless atoms

Of golden rusty dust

Where one whispered

She would be my mother
In another life

She would nurture and get me ready for my future wife

Then that special atom flowed on

Farther still I travelled

Crashing still into other atoms as they too
Came along

Some confessed they would be my father

Sisters and brothers

But what pinned me and held me transfixed the most

Was that golden moment

Lost among that purple and hue

When a shimmering colourful cloud whispered

Before it too passed by
Like an unearthly ghost

I will be sent forward
Just for you

Forever to be your only true lover

My name is irrelevant for we will be reunited

Over the aeons
Again and again

For we are translucent beings of immortality

And in that moment of magical clarity

I knew I had found all the answers

To all my questions as she too drifted by

Flickering like a wind-blown flame

Towards a glowing light, I could not name

We are but pawns in the Greatest of all Games

But given a supreme supporting cast

Which acts as our deposit or bond

To help love and guide us
Whilst alive

And running around in its many diverse classes

For as long as the Greatest of all Games
Lasts

And then into
The Great Beyond

Flickering like a wind-blown flame

Towards a glowing light, I could not name

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Image shared from Pinterest under fair usage policy.

Astral travelling, also known as astral projection, is a spiritual practice and esoteric concept involving the belief that consciousness can detach from the physical body and travel to different planes of reality.
Source: Wikipedia.

Foundation.



If the concept of having a soulmate is true, could you have previously met one and not known?

But upon deep introspection, still seek their reflection?



Title:
Imperfectus (L)



(A lone voice whispers)



There's an unfinished part of me
Hidden away deep

Way into my dark compartmentalization zone



That sees a broken heart
Whenever I dream



Sitting alone
By a fast flowing fountain
All on her own

Over the blue oceans and snow capped mountains



Now that we are apart and each one of us
Silently cries



Lost in a world wind of painful emotions

As strange circumstances
Dance in a swirling frenzy

Mirroring The Red Death, like in a crazy surreal scene



From Shakespeare's Macbeth.



But to have known her love
To have briefly felt and tasted its transcendental magic

Like a touch of expensive velvet

And dwelt somewhere deep inside her, I feel truly blessed



For I now know she was the one



So here's my only tragic message to The Almighty

My soul's,
Alpha and Omega Prayer



The next time around
Lord
Bring me closer to my true love.

My soulmate and unfinished business
Just somewhere



So we can restart
Hand in hand
Together

And no longer suffer
The internal agonies
Of twin broken hearts



So we can be bound together forever
In poetry and soul music

Whatever the weather



As each other
Is finally

In the flesh
Found



This I call to the Lord
My Almighty
Nightly



For without her love
This hard life been constantly reborn looking

Is so confusing



And that's why I pray every night
Reminiscing about those beautiful days



Whenever I listen to Kenny Rogers
Coward of the County

Which takes me back to the 1980s



When I first met her
All dressed in blue

In Caesars Palace



When she briefly stepped into my view
As we queued

And said



“Something deep inside
Tells me

I'm sure
I know you



But this time around
Don't leave my heart used or bruised.”



(C)
Copyright John Duffy



Imperfectus (L)
Incomplete

(A lone voice whispers)

Do you believe in the laws of manifestation

When I started writing poetry

I visualised being the best version of:

John Duffy Poet
I could be

So
Look up
John Duffy Poet

On your search engine
Of choice

Will you be surprised if I'm the first name you'll see?

The question is:

Did I manifest a top ranking via Poemhunter

Or do people like you, still like and explore poetry, and use it as your own regular form

Of self-psychiatry?

And sometimes enjoy
sitting under my supernatural vocabulary tree

And reading these strands and whispers

I conjure out of The Great In-Between

And label them as my version of inspired
Poetry

(C) Copyright John Duffy