Foundation.

Do you have a twin flame you are bound to look for and love, searching over many lifetimes?

Title:
Soul Searching

(A lone voice whispers)

I used to search everywhere, but now I just travel North

To somewhere in the US
In the middle of a small city

Stand on a windowsill I finally found and watch

Watch my twin flame

Called Mary Jane

Dancing and listening to her favourite vintage Motown music

Sometimes, I appear as a House sparrow or a yellow butterfly

Just watching and waiting until we are reunited again

But I know our memories will be wiped before we take human form, to make our search more interesting

So my last line is:

If you see a bird or butterfly watching you

It could be your soulmate hunting

Who's been searching for you through time

After its bell
This time around, has finally been chimed.


(C) Copyright John Duffy

(A friendly voice whispers)

Am I charismatic?  
Engaging, or just completely enigmatic?  

Or am I simply an old traveller from beyond The green hills of Old Avalon  

Stepping into this new age reborn?  

Did my guardian angels weep with joy when I found my new calling?  

Do they quietly hold my soft hands and comfort me

Whenever I feel depressed, in pain, or like I'm falling?  

I don’t have all the answers, for they will be revealed  

When my time comes and I am recalled.  

I'm not just a man of flesh, but an old soul slipping slowly, discovering new kin  

Scattered throughout Old Mother Gaia's mesh.  

Am I just like you?  

Another tiny beacon of divine light, trying to hold back the legions and hordes  

Who endlessly weaves

Reading from their leather-bound grimoires  

Filled with dark spells meant to deceive?  

I'm so glad to meet you.

Can you feel that subtle electricity I'm sending through these words?

For it doesn’t matter what your gender, creed, colour, or ethnicity is;

Just try to write or sing with authenticity

And use whatever means to express your soul's lucidity.  

For we are all different, different in a good way.

When our true selves are revealed to come out to play.  

So here’s to you, wherever you are, in whatever towns or cities.  

As Big Frank once sang in 1969

Keep doing it your way

For not everyone can live a benedictine life

(C) Copyright John Duffy

Foundation.

Do you use images as a canvas to stimulate your creativity?


Title:
Whispers

(A lone voice whispers)

To the one I know with a secret, sacred name

And uses poetry as a means of expressing the beauty of appealing to people, with a common touch

Lying on her bed each night alone
Surrounded by glittering glass and silver

Looking at her computer or Apple iPhone

Every day we're together, in spirit, and one day God will save and forgive us

No matter how deep life's cruel knife cuts

The boy and the girl with the golden guitar, who loved each other too much

(C)
John Duffy

(A lone voice whispers)

Like a lone argus-eyed oblique tattered caliginous silhouette

Moving extremely cautiously in the severe, deadly silence

The Mistress of the Voices of the Dead

Poe Ravenscroft Marmosett

A rare blatherskite whose white emblem appears on the backs of

The Great In-Between black gull's wings

Who just love to gather in huge invisible circles above lost souls

Like earthly Starling flocks
To crow and sing

Poe Ravenscroft Marmosett

The seasonal bringer of red torches to burn at midnight

By kings
Princesses

Prince's
Peers and Lords

Red torches that would never go out

No matter even if they got soaking wet

When she stirs up her twin Sister Anxiety

To fight in all gathered
As she's summoned and ceremonially swept up

By her swollen army of mindless hordes
By their pleas

Calling to be re-masked and rebranded

With her new Emotions suit of self-resurrecting armour

Which her faithful armies seek

Full black and white leather and a two-sided blade, and a white candle

Always lit to dispel the darkness
As old or new emotions cascade

To help guide them
A new follower home, to atone

After they've been beautifully betrayed

And all their inner larders have been raided and waylaid

By a conjured blind colporteur

Will you grasp Poe Ravenscroft Marmosetts

Shadowy hand to then suddenly hear the summoning anthem

Proudly played loudly by her ethereal band
Like I once did

The forbidden one known only to the few by her real, unspoken name

Poe Ravenscroft Marmosett

She of the steely green eyes
Who always appears from the West

With horse and carriages following her in straight lines

Stacked high with new black and white suits of leather

And carrying white lit candles and sharpened blades

For those lost
Thinking about all the ones who broke the sanctity of their sacred trust

When they were betrayed

Who now need a new armour made out of black and white leather

A white candle and a two-sided blade

After hearing and experiencing the traumas linked to the explosion

One of her emotional hand grenades

Will you too hear these hissed words

Accompanied by the shrill sound of her ancient bejewelled Shofar

If you her call

Surrender
Surrender

Will you summon me with your cries and pleas

The true queen
All the real honey bees seek

Will you stand and listen as my priestess

Amongst my unvoiced bannerman

The harsh-voiced Sangoma of the Netherworlds

Gathers and commands you to pull on my black and white leathers

Hold up your new white candle and a two-sided blade

And return with her to go to war forever

Near my unseen home in all weathers

A new soldier in an invisible army of the betrayed

A place where emotions no longer causes the Amygdala to get wet

For no known velleity can save you now

So will you follow I
Poe Ravenscroft Marmosett

Into the sunset to reach a new land

Hidden just beyond The Green Hills

In the West

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

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Do you believe in angels?

And do they patiently wait for prayers to be called to help?

Title:
The Eternal Water Oaks

A lone voice whispers

The invisible Angel smiled at the rows of sorrowful patients

Which lay before it on ward twenty-one of Saint Peter's Hospital

In New Brunswick
New Jersey

As it then looked at just one particular sorry soul, whose body was now broken and bent

For it was why it was summoned by heartfelt prayers

Whispered by his family and wife to be heard

For it to be dutifully sent

The smile it carried wasn't a smile of ill judgement

Or dismay, but of immense hope

To change the sad vibrations at play

For it knew the recently diagnosed patient would find the tenacity and strength to eventually cope

Whether they recover or leave others to grieve
For they all do

It's a silent degree
A line spoken by the Almighty

What all things follow if they truly believe whatever it says

All they or others have to do is call for them and pray

To summon angels from The Great In-Between

The bringers of such priceless white crisp envelopes to soothe the soul

The invisible folk
Who'll follow like betrothed guardian philanthropists

Just huddled together
Sleeping

In the half-shade of the Great In-Between trees

The Eternal Water Oaks

Waiting for psychic calls to spring into action

To fly to those caused by an exothermic reaction

A chemical interaction followed by the evolution of heat

With incredible satisfaction
To find those whom they are called to greet

Into the lonely, caressing arms of the swirling grey mists

Which moved and flowed all around

Like it had a phenomenal supernatural intelligence

Hiding those sleeping
By The Great Grey Oaks

Angels
Hidden

By its holy smoke, which it uses to dutifully cloak

Eternal friends
Who know

Living or dying isn't the end

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

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I can see
All the way from in here

That the fate of the world is on a precarious knife-edge

The black-robed vultures
Are gathering

In secret covens and lodges
For their Great Cull

Carefully planned and patiently waiting

On their gilded governmental ledges
For The Last Harvest

The Great Play

Paradise
For the nuclear family
Has been torn asunder

Alongside Religion
Family values
Gender

By the throw
Of a black and white dice
Announcing new agendas

As in boats
Missed placed nations
Sail and wonder

Will I find freedom
From my old kingdom

Just to drown and freeze
To death
In cold waters

As politicians
Ponder
Argue

Reflect

And hatred
Interjects

Faith in a
Higher Power
In retrospect

Seems
Demeaned and hated
By those with no nerves

As churches are
Closed
By Elites

Leaving people with
Nowhere to go

Musing
In silence
In defeat

But they
The Elites

They'll get what they deserve
When Hell opens
Up its doors

And they are duly
Served

You may feel
Alone

Scared
Insecure
Or in pain

Moving slowly
In between jagged lines

But your God knows
Who's lost their faith
And needs a boost

A touch of The Almighty's grace
Through a sickness

Delivered by followers of darkness

So all I can say
Is pray

Pray
Pray everyday

And God will try to remedy
All that comes
Whatever may

For as Jeremiah 29:11 says

For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord,

plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.

As Deuteronomy 31:6 says

Be strong and courageous.
Do not fear or be in dread of them, for it is the Lord your God who goes with you.

He will not leave you or forsake you.”

So in Proverbs 3:5-6

Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding.

In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make straight your paths.

Quoting Lamentations 3:22-23

The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;

His mercies never come to an end;

They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.

So to Isaiah 41:10

Fear not, for I am with you;
Be not dismayed,
for I am your God;

I will strengthen you,

I will help you,

I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.

And ending with Corinthians 4:16-18

So we do not lose heart.

Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day.

For this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison, as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen.

For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal.

Be strong.
The light must keep shining

For kindness and compassion
To keep winning

Against those swimming

In The Devil's Dark
Unforgiving
Waters

By constantly
Sinning

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Are there extraordinary people you still miss for whatever reason?

This could include mothers, fathers, family members, friends, or lovers.

Does your mind sometimes wander into daydreams?

Title:
Missed Encounters

(A lone voice whispers)

There's a dream world I go to, where the wild rivers flow.

A dream world where true love lives, and always welcomes me.

Underneath our beloved, Babylonian weeping willow.

With warm arms that always forgives and loves me.

Lost somewhere Interdimensional.

In The Great In-Between.
For all our ancestors to see.

(C)
Copyright John Duffy