Have you ever experienced the energy being drained out of a room, when someone unknown, enters?

You may have met one!

Title:
The Energy Vampires

#Senryu


Baptised heartbroken

For forty long days and nights

Gathered Dark Souls smiled

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Copyright John Duffy

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Foundation of the piece.

Some mystics say:

Lower vibrational beings feed off humanity's pain and anguish.

What a feast they must have when they see a new resident of their invisible, Heartbreak Hotel.

Salute.

Foundation.

Some old mythology says we are bound to find our twin flame or soul mate, before we are born.

Our true other half.

This journey is simply repeated until we do.

No matter who we end up with.
To become whole.
Could old myths be true?

Title:
Reincarnated Love

(A lone old voice whispers)

I write this for you to see in this lifetime because I couldn't find you, and my earthly time is nearly up

My beloved Mary Lee

I know you were born to meet me
On the twenty-six of November

A date, I'll know forevermore

As I look back
Like now and remember

For we shall be together
In The Great Nevermore

Sharing conversations and sweet kisses:

Even after Death visits,
And offers you a drink of his sacrilegious dark wine

To end all your beautiful days and glorious time

I just know we shall be together, like twinned pilgrims

In an eternal quest of hide and seek

Set forth in the silence, by a long remembered God

Lost somewhere in some surreal time stream

But together in insane spaces
In-Between

And as the soft capricious winds of Heaven

Change and dance like a wild Anna Pavlova
Between us

Creating a moving sea of love between our two pulsating souls

We shall know
In that very instance

Holding hands
Together, like first date lovers

In the universe's
Dust

That we can sing and dance together,
Forever

And be joyous in each and every form

For ours is a love story
Beyond the norm

A love story which will forever survive

Composed in golden italics and kept safely on gilded shelves, with so many others

Written in Enochian Archives

Stored beyond the Great Pillars
In a sacred tabernacle

By the pale blue Holy Sea
Our Eternal Sea

This I know because before I was born into physical form

You were written
Into my history

By my spirit guides
God and me

The woman I'm bound to always love and try to find

Whenever I'm reincarnated into mankind

The one soul betrothed to me
By an angel called, ADOEOET,

He who sings like a bird, who once whispered

Meet you true love
My beloved Mary Lee

So, see you in another lifetime
Your forever twin flame with no name

Whose loved is buried so deep no matter how many times

Life tries to bury me

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Copyright John Duffy

Title:
Calvary Dreams

(A lone voice whispers)

I heard your sweet voice
Today

On our anniversary,
Your birthday

That old well-loved familiar sound

Whenever I press
play

To see and hear you
On that old wedding tape
We once made

You still look so beautiful and sound so soft and sweet
I couldn't sleep

But stand up straight,
Weep

Rewind and repeat

Oh, why does God give you such grief

Whenever
I see you or hear your voice

To then stand still
In total disbelief

And realise you're now living in new lands of immortality

And then I always remember
Calvary

A dark place
Enshrined in human history

Hanging
Painted up

In so many famous
Art galleries

So much wrong
Done to one
So strong

One crucified
For us and mankind
To sing a new song

A new song
So all could belong

To the light
Whenever their time came

And they could no longer fight

Cancer like you
Time or some other kind of pain

So now
Whenever hear your sweet voice

Or your name whispered
Like on your birthday
Today

That familiar lovely sound
When I finally find the courage

To press play

To sit and reminisce about my true love
On that special day

Our wedding

And her incredible captivating spirituality

I just know you're safe
Smiling down
Looking my way

My beloved
Still loved wife called Mary

Because Jesus died
For you and me

Even though
Crucified
By Evil

But never alone
At Calvary

So we could all rise

With the call of the
Golden Trombone

To atone
To then enter

Our true home
Under God's
Super Dome

I still miss you so much, but deep down I always know

God only calls the best ones home early and that's why in April

It will always feel like snow


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Copyright John Duffy

Foundation.

How many hear the call and do the deal?

The Spell Caster.

Are you missing something magical, in your midnight  embrace

As you sit all alone
Feeling lost and out of place

Look out that window
If you feel unsatisfied, unwanted, or displaced

Put down that phone and if you see Mother Moon trying, with beams of her bright moonlight

To show you a way

Beseeching you to look up high, into her glorious night sky

If you see her angel shaped clouds slowly part, and start to play

You'll hear my soft voice, whisper and say

"Want to escape from your daily routines, today?

Come open up, and find my portal, and eternal doorway

By any old trees nearby, that I've commanded to sway

To follow that compelling feeling, to pay the toll

To  through and be mesmerised

Like my old muse,
Called Dorian Gray

Who to me,
Once sold his soul

When he too followed, the angel shaped clouds, at play

To open up my portal, and eternal doorway

By those old trees
Nearby

That I commanded to sway

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Should 21st Century poetry

For the new minds of a culturally bombarded generation

Be limited from 3 to 7 lines?

Before you answer

To me personally, even though to answer, makes my Heart aches

I like reading poetry built around subtlety

Concealed layers or secretive depths

Relatable interchangeable meanings

Powerful raw stuff that sometimes leaves your eyes wet

Unearthed within deciphering their carefully crafted imagery or subtext

3 to 7 lines of reading, might sound like heaven, but I'm old school

Give me Lord Byron
Shelley or Keats

But I guess
Like an Ode to a Nightingale

Maybe that's the beauty of poetry as She walks in Beauty

And like To a Skylark
It must sing

So I can only hope new generations enjoy poetry, so it continues to thrive and still live

Within whichever form, and exciting tales that will continue to make their own hearts beat

With all it can give

But for me
Reading deep poetry

Feels like sitting briefly, metaphorically, underneath a Cherry Blossom Tree

Enjoying a delicious drop of spiritual tranquility

Are you too, old school and what emotional fluctuations resonate with you?

Are you a three to seven or more like:

Eleven or more is heaven
Reader or writer

Who enjoys late all-nighters

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Foundation.

Have you ever met someone where everything just clicked but then, for whatever tragic reason?

They just disappeared?

The Calling

(A lone male, clutching an old photograph at midnight. Whispers, as a single white prayer candle burns)

Let me in
I whisper into this rising grey smoke

Let its wispy tendrils carry up my plea's to wherever you are

No matter how far

Hear me

For I'm looking back at our old feverish memories, in these black and white fairground pictures

In this semi-darkness
Between these two great voids

Separating me and you and so many others

Let me in
Through the ethereal panes of shattered astral glass

Filled with tangible strands of much-loved recollections

So I can once again cross the deep oceans of the Hippocampus

Flying for days and nights in and through its episodic sunshine, and rocky shores

So I can warm you with my old love

For I will never stop looking and calling

And lighting these white prayer candles

Hoping you're listening to this

Somewhere
Wherever you are

Listening and hearing my voice reading

My heart's whispered secretive spells, which l will forever yell

In silence throughout the day and in feverish whispers at night

So let me in
Now, it's midnight

To reach that forbidden place which connects all things

The Maelstrom

But which stays hidden, as it holds you in its tight grip of a new seclusion

Especially, when everything
Just goes wrong

I can only pray my words are carried like an angels song, to make your beautiful eyes blink

By this grey smoke gushing skyward from my incense candle, in these rushing four winds

Which will help to guide me

To find a way, to try to find you again

Be it on Earth or in Heaven

So we can continue what we once found in our old lifetime

A beautiful treasure the Nexus Seven, in their rare sacred manuscript, called:

A meeting of similar minds

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Let these words be transformed into a familiar voice

And be the driving force and divine noise

The supernatural heartbeat to help you conquer and circumvent defeat

Let this,
My voice, be the driving force to summon happiness and love.

Comparison and kindness.

Conjured into your daily rituals, through silent prayer.

To help open up your tired eyes.

So you can really see, beauty and strength flowing, everywhere you go.

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Copyright John Duffy