(A lone voice whispers)

Have you ever wondered if your soul is just mirrored reflections

Fragmented shards of an augmented reality

A divine kaleidoscope of your own perceived ideas

Of what to do to get to your version of heaven, and how to avoid hell?

Overlaid onto a real-world environment

Are you too logical to ever really understand, but just bravely parading around like another human being

Locked into a social engineer's dream

Trying to live within, and under its dark magical, mesmerising spell

Hypnotized by whatever is subliminally repeated, on your handheld screens

Slowly waiting unconsciously, before it's too late for spiritual understanding

To return to just you

To truly see there's more to life than chasing paper dreams

Before you catch the last bus, to take you home to atone

In The Great In-Between
Where you'll be asked

Did you live a life clean life or did something happen, that was unforeseen

That caused you to live temporarily, unclean

(C) Copyright John Duffy

(A lone voice whispers)

Walking in like the Grand Inquisitor
Tomás de Torquemada

Dressed in a dark robe

With Beethoven's “Moonlight Sonata” playing loudly in her wake

I can remember when Love brought me through a gate

To a doorway leading to her Three Castles of Rejection

Cruelty
Intolerance, and Fanaticism

And when she nearly broke me within each of those walls, she introduced me to her other Three Castles of Seduction

Through another darkly lit doorway

Ecstasy
Blissfulness and Tranquility

Such is the juxtaposition of entering her Great Halls of Eden

For those Red coloured doors within that painted room, could lead you to your sweet salvation or doom

So just be careful when you smell her sweet perfume, when she smiles, as she approaches

For once, she takes you into her Great Halls of Eden

Once you enter that oak panelled waiting room

Always remember

One day, you could be in her master bedroom

And then one day, feel the harsh bristles of her witches broom

As you soul pleads and yells

Such is the power of being under her mesmerising spell

(C) Copyright John Duffy

(A lone voice whispers)

Oh, Lord.
Remind me to
Smile

Because by
Your grace

In the face of
Covid and all other things

Which everyone seems to forget and all they embrace

I'm still alive
A privilege denied

To so many, who have
Suddenly died

Remind me
Oh, Lord
My Almighty

I've still got so much more to give
As I live

And with your bright and beautiful stars
Lighting my way

Guiding and showing me the beauty
Of doing my soul's pure duty

To try to light a candle of hope
In just someone

As they pray to repent
To help them ascend

To help them wipe their spirits dry tears away
Maybe today

And to make your love grow stronger
Everyday

To undo old wrongs

It's why I kneel to pray
And whisper

Amen

No matter how hard life gets, intense

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

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(A lone voice whispers)

Have you ever had a disastrous relationship before and wondered…

Were the dark forces at play at any given emotional, traumatic moment.

During or after?

Title:
Apollyon Relationships

(A lone voice ponders after a first date)

My love Morning Star
My fallen introduction
To doorways of sin

(575)


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Copyright John Duffy

Reference in this case:

Apollyon. / (əˈpɒljən) / noun.
New Testament the destroyer, a name given to the Devil (Revelation 9:11)

Guttis aquae pluviae (L)

(A lone voice whispers)

Are your translucent memories like the softest of rain drops, when they suddenly fall

Reminding you of someone special or somewhere
On another level

For sometimes, you just want to get soaking wet, remembering the good times

But sometimes,

Do you also want to find shelter to help you forget

All those memories tainted with neglect

By the visitation of all bad intentions

Subtly introduced, by the so seductive and invisible, Devil

From another dimension

(C) Copyright John Duffy

(A reflective voice whispers)

In the Dawn of a new feeling of Life,
Maybe even at high school

Did you embrace one of its golden rules

To hold hands with someone you deemed so special

Encouraged by first love's, sweet kiss

For it to then carry you through, to meet the super cool, Twilight of your Life

With the only true one, whose love has never cooled:

And if you're still incredibly lucky, brings you such bliss

Or did the Shadows of Life appear

Smiling like a Nazgûl
Like a dark thief at night

To take back God's divine gift, and leave you scrambling and grieving

Daydreaming of the Dawn and Twilight of your Life

Before something cruel, caused you, to separate and drift

When everything seemed so perfect and nice

Before the deep cut, of The Shadows of Life's

Sharp, ceremonial knife

(C) Copyright John Duffy

Foundation.

Sometimes, marrying or loving someone comes with risks.

Did you, too, once encounter one of the Devil's, Mr. Fisk?

Title:
Evelyn. The Brave.

(A lone voice whispers as he places a beautiful red rose, on a pristine grave)

I still see you
Standing so still

Looking all beautiful in white in that restaurant's background expensive silver mirror, as I asked for your hand in marriage

And can remember how all your family

Particularly, your father and grandfather, cried out the next day

When they finally found out,
We were to be married

Evelyn
Don't you dare marry that rude boy

For if you do
All our family love for you will die

But looking back, as they have all now crossed over and died

I can just say, loving you in the face of such animosity,

was sometimes like walking through, Dante's Divine Comedy

Wearing a red rose on my lapel with pride

And it's why I still love you

The girl dressed in white, who I once asked to be, my beautiful bride.

Who knew her whole life was at risk

But still found the courage to seal our future, with our first wedding kiss

To defeat all the Devil's, incarnated Mr. Fisk

(C) Copyright John Duff

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

575

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Copyright John Duffy

Image shared under fair usage policy

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

(C)
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


(C)
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

(C) Copyright John Duffy

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

(C) Copyright John Duffy

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

(C) Copyright John Duffy

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.

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

(A lone voice whispers)


There's s an island
You'll soon all see

Depending how old you are
Or really feel

A mythical land by the Divided Sea

Called
Purgato

A place many are branded to go
To be if transformed

Reborn
In a new angelic form

What will you take through
Though

To hang around your neck
Like a golden yoke

Broken oaths of love
Jokes and painful stories

All of your lifes many now unwanted mistakes

People you tried to love
Some you still hate

It doesn't matter
We know and have seen all kinds

From film stars
Pop stars

World conquerors and all kind of leaders

Seen so many like us
Who once carefree

Entered these black gates

To eventually feel broke
Never to leave us

For at the point of salvation
They choked

But know this

Fate is a fickle friend
For what you do today

As you still live
With so much more to give

Could help you at your end

Be kind
Do more

Show emotion and some compassion

For we await
The hordes

To welcome you through these great gates

So what does that hidden side of your heart really sing of

Because that’s what you’ll need to bring

When your version of God demands and asks

Sitting and watching so high above

Will you, my child

Purge all your old mortal songs linked to sin

To earn my love?

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Foundation.

With the considerable rise of AI software on all social media and business platforms, will humanity lose its creative edge?

Will you be tempted to do so?

Title:
Be You

(A lone voice whispers)

Be You
Forgo assimilation

And try to avoid being spellbound and tied into the new B System

Dream and aspire before you're retired

With all your soul's, inner resistance

Don't be bound to mundane hearts, no longer open to being plowed, with ravenous curious fingers

Hearts enslaved into a dark broken Labyrinth of unspoken, and untold things

Which could linger

From sad souls who've cried, as their creativity withered and died

Absorbed by the cleverly assimilated imagery and well created lies

To be one of the many lonely wanderers

Tumbling blind through inspirations now barren playgrounds

As the new, AI Hive Minds, long reach fires up to reteach

Newly breached, unconnected human firewalls

While wild valley blackbirds and starling flocks

Scream and call out in unison, at the lack of the rising poetry

Music or literature, filled with human energy

As spiritual temperatures worldwide, fall

Putting ingenuity into jeopardy

Screeching about the impending icy cold bath of human separation

As they fly as huge wailing flocks, into the Summer Equinox

With the frosty breath, of AI Death of the Soul

Lingering around like black mold

With bony fingers
Rattling without a sound

Awaiting its resurrection
As daylight recedes and people seem to lose hope

But on that Devil's Island for some of the Condemned

The one called Earth

The Exalted Ones
Maybe like you

Unassimilated and still free

Can lift up the trapped
Those poor souls caught up in The Hive Mind

Slowly been drained of personality and self identity

Lost in the humankind labyrinth of the unspoken and untold

Who needs releasing to help rebuild the new pillars of creativity upon Earth

With their eventual rebirth

This my friend with the bright eyes unseen

Has always been a worthy oath to follow

For you've always been free to share your gift of uplifting

Energetic, raw, and visual

Literature
Music or poetry

Maybe bestowed
From The Sacred Temples of Apollo

What's says you?

Are you going to strive to stay the real you?


(C) Copyright John Duffy

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

(A lone voice whispers)

For a dash of exquisite fun

Try to have such a mesmerising style of creativity—when stimulating, visual imagery.

So all those within your prose's proximity:

Can enjoy its delicious delivery

(C) Copyright John Duffy

Foundation.

Mixing Old English within the 21st Century.

Titul:

Sċēaweres

(An all ana voice hwisprian's)


For although our pæþe
Are divided by Wyrd

By The Grēat In-Betweonum
Also viewed as Destiny or Fate

By our Andsaca's

Enemies
Vultures and lions
Which Scyttan

Hydan
In The Great Ether

Restless
Unseen
And with great Hungor

Ravenous

Just outside our Godcundlic Gates

Ours is a sacred Trēowa

One
No fowl creatures knoweth

And which the vultures, lions and ravenous creatures: filled with Æfestiġ

And second eyes
Grene
Hath seen

But we will be Siġefæst

So
"Hál wes þú or wes hál"

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Old English andgiet:
Meanings:

Sċēaweres
Watchers.

All ana
Unaccompanied.

Hwisprian
Whisper.

pæþe
Paths.

Andsaca
Enemy, adversary.

Scyttan:
"To hunt," this word could be used if the "prowling" is specifically in search of prey.

Hydan
Meant to conceal.

Hungor
Hunger.

Godcundlic.
Spiritual.

Trēowa
Faith, pledge, agreement.

Grene
Green.

Æfestiġ
Jealous or envious.

Hath
Have.

Siġefæst
Victorious.

Hál wes þú or wes hál

Be in good health' or 'be fortunate'.



(Now read again, now you understand. Especially the ending)

Foundation.

With uncertainty flowing like a molten volcano around the world, and online.

Is it within dark times like these, we should try to bring more light into the world?

Title:

A voice in the dark whispers

Lookup
Not down

And be drawn
Into spiritual degradation

Or dark temptations
Linked to politics or the flesh
By the Red Dragon

But to blue clouds
Filled with sacred tetragons

With belief in whatever you know as good, be held
In-Depth

For the son of Cronus and Rhea

Brother of Zeus and Poseidon
Grows ever near

To welcome you into his waterless Barren Lands

Delighting in unimaginable fear

So be
Precipitous

And look up to
Defeat the rolling Abyss
Ruled by Hades

Hidden
Within
Its mists

Espouse goodness
While you still
Live

Like a sweet Valentine's Day kiss

And try to avoid
The Void

Filled with those
Who now pay a hefty
Price

But enter into new lands of Spiritual Paradise

With your selfless acts
Of kindness and self-sacrifice

Will you try to do good?

Or will you follow those who will suffer bitterness, when a star called, Wormwood,
Falls?

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Copyright John Duffy

(A lone voice whispers)

Do you believe in absorbing esoteric supernatural impressions

To clear your pathways
Of all mental or traumatic depression's

To then walk down life's  metaphysical runways

Like a young Gabrielle Bonheur Chanel or an inspired

Paul Poiret

If so
Because I believe
In you

Always be optimistic and open to being positive when exploring newer experiences

For true belief
Lies in the right mindset in all you do

To transform your soul into your best version of a sage or mystic

Allowing you to chase stars and wild Middle Earth dreams

To bind old mistakes and fears
To white metaphorical feathers

To throw them into the healing fires within your mind

For their old powers over you

In the unconscious rising smoke retire

As you learn which new bridges to cross

And which old bridges to burn

For sacred self-knowledge and empowerment is ubiquitous

A chimera

A conjunction of wild beasts
Roaming wild

Living life through
Eight letters called Salvation

Which to the child of the Revived

Like you
Cannot never ever be denied

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Copyright John Duffy

Do you see past your reality tunnels

Your every day to day
Safe plays

As your Geiger Counters
Ticks left to right
As it slowly sways

Do you see the struggles
Of life's many broken runners

In dire trouble
At home or worldwide

Do you see the villains with the ***** bruised knuckles

On television preaching or in real time

Standing in someone else's home

Their back garden
Their jungle
As the world just watches

Engaging in endless bellicose discussions

Will you only take note
When one of the world's elected great hunters

Pushes the red nuclear button

So I summon the power of the Four Elemental Gods

Earth, Air, Fire, and Water
To wake you up

Before that Old Fallen Power
Grows so much stronger

That hope will no longer matter, as it will shatter

Stopping one climbing Jacob's Ladder

The bridge one seeks at birth
Between Heaven and Earth

So be it

What will be
Will be


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Temptation

Foundation.

In such a fluid interconnected world, are long-term relationships dwindling in numbers?

Is temptation saturating society, and creating an influx of such communications, subtly asking for a second chance?

The Email to Monique

Whenever I think of you,
I always feel a familiar calling

A soft echo which rhythmically whispers before morning

I can still feel you

And it carries such magnificent tales of us slipping and sliding

Entwined together spiritually
As a new world was dawning

But like all things borne into the bright lights

There are things lurking in the night

Things we failed to see
To pray against and fight

And so now we both live alone

Me in ******* to time and memories

And you
A sentinel in the in-between spaces

Who I still see

A serene face reflected in random windows

“Perdóname mi amor
La oscuridad vino por mi

Y en ese único momento
Olvidé tu nombre"

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Translation:

Forgive me my love
The darkness came for me

And in that one moment
I forgot your name

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A recent share on a post, that is so relevant to poets writing in a world seeped in instant self gratification.


Title.

The Entrepreneur

(A lone voice whispers)


We do what we do, because we are old school

Inspired by the likes of visionaries such as, Michelangelo or, Vincent van Gogh

For in a modern world driven to seek immediate validation, and the trappings of success

We may be becoming a rare breed

For deep down, we know this unconditionally
Unconsciously

We are a work in progress

We who do the hard work constantly, through patience, and resilience

We know we will eventually see the journey has been worth it

As we are blessed

When the world eventually sees or embraces our portfolios

For that immense need driven by relentless consistency, patience, and resilience

Will eventually knock on a certain door to be opened by us

Marked

"For the brave
Who conquered the Lands of Broken Dreams filled with Regrets"

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(A lone voice whispers)

Loss covers many different  paradigms.

From relationships, family, and friends, but one pivotal thought sometimes gets forgotten in grief.

When someone suddenly has died.

The love you both once shared, will live forever.

Just hidden in a Repetition of Time, as you suddenly remember this 17 syllable drop of bliss.

In five, seven, five.
As those old memories, fire and come alive.

To just miss someone
Is to have been truly loved
Treasure those moments.

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Copyright John Duffy

(A lone voice whispers)

Will you still
Walk with me

The one I once named
Anointed and baptized within my mind

In my own ancient
Gardens of Gethsemane

Where together once again
I shall no longer stand alone

Will you pray wherever you are

To empower me
When the Darkness Temple Soldiers come

To encourage me

To help me to breach all the rugged mountains
I need to cross

To atone

But all I ask of you
Now

At this moment
Is simply this

Upon my sanguine lonely cheek

Plant an incandescent soft spiritual kiss of belief

And whisper
Amen

To reignite my eternal soul
To help me clench tightly my hardworking hands

As we both
Into this new rebirth, wait for release again

From this inexplicable deceptive life

We both now live
Within

If you visit this
My time loop in words

Surrounded by sin

Where I'm constantly reborn

To walk Via Dolorosa

Also known as the Sorrowful Way

In the Old City of Jerusalem

So I ask

Will you light some frankincense and myrrh, incense candles

Someday
Soon

So the aroma
Can reach and carry the prayers of the faithful

And yours
Even higher

From wherever they are
In whichever rooms

Urging those prayers to rise faster to Heaven

So someone I know
Can hear their call for help or guidance

From spiritual depression

To help them keep standing in the lines of those enjoying the power of faith

Through self-expression

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In the Greatest Game
We rise and fall like a wave
But swim on we must

#575
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(A lone voice whispers)

I once knew Love
But like a bullet fired from
Wyatt Earp's Colt 45

It struck me down in the only showdown of my life

Now I walk around like a reborn sick Doc Holliday

Wondering
How alone

I'll finish my play and stay alive

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(A lone voice whispers)

Every clock in here
Even these old white wooden ones

As they tick so regimentally
Reminds me of you

Every single second
Every single minute

Carries luminescent memories

Of all the wild but lovely things
We used to do together

As they suddenly manifest
Like a magician's trick

Of pulling a red rose
Right out of the blue

And if my broken heart could beat

It would carry loud drum beats of revelations
So true

I would die once more
In palpable bliss

If I could write a parable
It would only be

I yearned once for a touch of your silky skin

And a taste of your red lipstick

Within one welcoming kiss

But got distracted
By the sweet voice

In the darkness
That strives

All good things to
Underpin

And now
In The Great In-Between

My parable
If deciphered by an Illuminated One would read

If love is offered
Freely and
Willing without sin

Or greed

Clasp
Hold and treasure it

And it's why now these sparkling twinkling lights

My reflections of you

Shine so bright in this ever-hot interdimensional dust

From dawn to dusk
Showcasing your image

To the empty husks
Of the Ascended Ones

Night and day
That litter
The Lord's Way

Come what may

So while these Baylore energies

Magnify my thoughts into these words

Like a soft fingertip across your warm spine

I'll see you soon
Skyclad in blue

In your deepest of dreams

Wide-eyed
Mighty and cancer free

We'll be reunited once more
But not like Orpheus and Eurydice

To be snatched away by a lack of trust

But forever
And that's why
My love

I still see your reflection
In these embers
In this everlasting dust

In every single second
And every single minute

As these tired wooden clocks tick

From dawn to dusk
As the empty husks
Of the Ascended Ones

Watch

Night and day
That litter

The Lord's Way

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Copyright John Duffy

(A lone voice whispers)

What drives you?
Is it love or compassion?

Introspection or just plain creation?

Are you now on your soul holy mission?

Navigating life using poetry to express, all those old noises you still hear?

When remembering all the things or people you once enjoyed?

Or when you were used like a toy.

Through clever, cunning, convincing ploys?

(C) Copyright John Duffy

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#poetry

(A lone voice whispers)


Beware of green eyes
For they could covet your world

Sometimes subtle

Sometimes smiling
Hoping you'll struggle

For they appear in so many diverse forms

From married couples
To those in your immediate bubble

So as you hustle whilst avoiding life's many deep puddles

Always smile at those with green eyes

For a life filled with subtle rebuttals

They use as a cudgel

Is a sad life as they watch the good folk in the world

Aspire and rise
With those twinkling green eyes

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Foundation.

In this modern world, has mankind forgotten judgment may await if one is religious?

Title.

The Priest talking on a Pulpit in The Great In-Between

(A regal voice whispers)


You do know
What you do and feel in public or secret

My child

Writes all your life's many hidden manuscripts

And follow's you like a Charles Dickens's

Jacob Marley
Character

Into and after the crypt

So do more good
Purge yourself.

Pull yourself away from the Great Tempter's black hole

Don't just sit and judge
Urge your soul

Or the goal could be

You
Stripped and whipped as you become

Just another
Of the Devils legion's

Of unloved conscripts

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(A lone voice whispers)



When your Corazón
Broke you in two

Like America
With the war on cotton

Did you become one of Corazón orphan's
Filled with precautions

Praying for another's heart
In the long run

As you weighed up newer options

(C) Copyright John Duffy



What does Corazón mean in English?

The heart.

Quite a deep supernatural piece.

Foundation.

Do ghosts lament about life and regrets?

From love, relationships etc, what would you regret if tonight, you woke up on the other side, and had only two minutes to speak?

Unfortunately, taking the two minutes out.

It could be the probable reality for millions, if you believe in a continuation, after this life.
Salute.

Title
Sheol Sorrow

(A lone voice whispers as an old black and white clock, starts ticking)

Now my life's great parties are all over and this Black Hole

I now live within
Ruled over by Father Sin

Which just loves to breathe me in and out

Like the silver flutes once did

When I used to walk by, and watch the marching Bands of Manhattan play

Walking past, wearing purple and blue coats

As the Majorettes twirled their shiny batons

Oh, what I wouldn't give in this loud sound of silence
  
To quieten this pain, that still hurts the most  

Even though, I'm now just another lonely ghost

My cherished memories of you will always be my Immortal Home, as I wait in here, to atone

I used to pray that I'd wake up free, from this asylum

In the warm arms of my beloved, but now lost, Angel

But no matter how hard the memories, or even how painful

I'll keep them as a happy place, filled with all her love and photographs

So, I just wait here

In a hidden place found on no handwritten, or drawn road maps

Somewhere with the ever watchful Great Intermediary

As I flutter my white flag of defeat

In the cold and hot heat of, The Great In-Between

In the wet lands
Beyond the Akashic Records

Lingering by these bright lights, like I was walking on the Moon

Kicking up broken white stones

Singing sad songs for the hordes

Standing in groups in the creepy shadows

Watching me crying like a wounded King

Come Back,
Don't fear, you won't fall

They all chant as the Golden Bell rings

The Crying Game needs feeding

The eleven-inch nails, needed pulling out, to stop the bleeding

Stay with us
The Nameless Things

We, who whisper and sing in the Dark, all around you

But all by myself
I'll try to stay alive
Somehow

They can keep their Poison and Red Wine

Their Civil Wars
Where even gravity falls

Either way,
Here is my lone call

You'll always be my reason
My every time
No matter the seasons

For all my rivers of memories and worn-out roads

My heavy head and weary heart

Always lead me
Riding in paper boats

Back to you
In this mad, mad world

Even though now everything has fallen apart

Completely like us two

Just another pair of Father Times, many heartbroken sweethearts

(Ticking clock stops)

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Copyright John Duffy

(A mystic whispers)

Through this scrying mirror

Be it by
Eyes, Touch, Paper, or Phone

Let my power
Melt your heart of stone

Through
Wind, fire, wave, and sea

I see you
Are you ready to atone

Can you feel me
Rolling in

Like green moss
Creeping across
Warm wet skin

So you can absorb me
More

To open wide
All your mind's closed doors

To let me in
So long nights
Can begin

With Earth warmed
By new shadows
Borne

Open up so I can linger within
Until dawn

Willing heat to rise up
Like young pawns

Called to fight
In Winter's War of Emotions

So prepare well

Summer Solstice is coming soon
On the 21st of June

A rebirth
A time of new beginnings and spells

With me and you
Engaging in deep breathing

In hot bedrooms,
Wallpapered in sinning and yells

Where old feelings flee
With the ringing of our libidos bells

To be swept away

By sweet cries of a new renaissance that will never stop

And be replaced by new psyops

As all your resistance
Drops

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

(A lone voice whispers)

Will you do more to avoid an eternally broken heart?

Do you need a proclamation of truth, which one can pursue, to define your life?

Well, if so,
Here's one whispered in a deep dream

Just for you

In the end
To have loved true

Purely and transformationally

With kindness and compassion

When you stand before the God of your religion

Before you transcend

You'll be judged worthy, and your happiness will extend, beyond that final meeting

With whom, or whatever you follow, at your world's end

For good souls like you,
if you do, are never condemned

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

(A lone voice writes)

Some whisper and will
In secret occult circles

About these sad days of 2025

That Humanity will fall into unruly petulant desire

Consumed and devoured by a blazing war lit infectious fire

But what happens to you and me?

Your mind and mine

Do you still shiver inwardly at the vibrational thoughts of my words

Do they bind you
Submissively
To always return

Doomed forever
To hovering above my prose
That screams to be heard

With wide eager eyes

Like a love-struck
Hummingbird

Do you still tremble like when we first met

On the fly
On the internet

Wanting the warm caress of loquacious re-introductions
Of new verbs

Opening mystical
Golden gates to new poetic realms

And their guile to bind us together

Like love-struck Siamese twins

Creating welcomed sins
Of dried sweat and sweet tributaries

Of deep-seated spiritual yearnings

That makes your mind so **** wet

Tales of the supernatural
Light and darkness

Filled with rapid movement or profound stillness

Sovereignty or deep-seated loneliness

New flames of innermost desires
Contained in unspeakable words or unfamiliar names

As our Zisurru

Poetic stories to be set asunder
In the rising footfalls of Zeus's approaching apocalyptic thunder

To burn new hurricane lanterns in the deep wells of Imaginations darkened

Halls of Fame

To live in the hope
Of a new life

An everlasting dance filled with literary romance

With a drop of a wild transmigration

As our new Nexus
To savor in your mouth

Like an intense-tasting holy communion wine

A strong touch of such wantonness

Your
Voracious soul needs

To carry to all empires
You may visit

In the North
East
West or South

As it swallows new stories with such ravenous greed

Will we survive
Still together at the end of 2025?

With such
Intellectual thoughts

You might still whisper and silently ask

You and me

Does
Will it last?

Echo in your Dream Chambers whilst waiting

For that midnight call on New Year's Eve

When we sing pagan songs of King Solomon to each other

As we fight back the encroaching darkness

With shining drunk Astral Eyes as our Athame

Our sacrificial knife
Inwardly praying to then always shout

Yes, in us,
I'll always believe

Under the sharp eyes of the Winter's Midnight Sun

Which for so many lost souls
We know, she will still shine ever brighter.

As she quietly watches and grieves

As they collect their new or old angel or devil wings
As they quietly leave

Who knows, my child

Everlasting Hope and Peace could arrive as one

So we could conquer this new normal and continue to rise

Or it could all go wild

And turn into a new dark nuclear history

Where dreams and people
Are consumed and defiled

As good and evil
Battle for victory

And apart, we may have to survive
On mean streets.

As quantum tattooed vaccinated slaves or unvaccinated exiles

In a New World Order
Called a Fool's Paradise
Without Any Known Borders

But either way,
Know this

May your spirit guides lead you to continued health and safety

Across all fast-flowing political wars

Water's
Famine or disorders

So in 2026

We can still share our much loved algorithms
In all our holy quarters

So mote be it
What will be
Will be

So mote be it



(C)
Copyright John Duffy

(A lone Irish voice whispers into the night, as a single white candle burns. Looking at a picture of a beautiful woman)

With time-worn

But stubborn like a six-inch
Jerusalem thorn

Dreaming
Forlorn
Tonight

Of Halcyon Nights
With you, my love

When memories waterwheels slowly turn,
And midnight candles burn

As my inner film projectors play

I also remember our beloved Halcyon Days, at the coast

Spent walking and laughing
Before God moved our goal posts

So tonight, I'm praying and yearning for moments

Only The Tuatha de Danann can invoke

Pulling back
My true love

Before I choke
To help me cope

From Hades
Swirling
Grey smoke

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

The Tuatha Dé Danann are described as a supernatural race, much like idealized humans, who are immune from ageing and sickness, and who have powers of magic.
Source; Wikipedia.

Foundation.

Based on a simple question.

What form does paradise take?

Is it simply when one doesn't suffer the mental confusion between unconscious, and conscious desires?

Such as finding love, friendship, material or spiritual wealth, etc. Etc.


Paradisus (L)


Consciousness and Unconsciousness

Rests and bows in peace
As tranquility flows

Through the good heart's
Altarpiece


©
Copyright John Duffy


Paradisus translated:
Paradise.

Remember me
Your beloved mother

In the low hours

Whenever you are feeling weak
And have lowered
Your powerful barriers

For it's then I can only be truly seen

Remember me
As that tsunami of furious fire

That once reenergized you
In dark years

When you were alone and tired

To be wholly free

Remember me
By looking at my picture
Of us together

Your now favourite
Black and white one
I sent you

As my holy scripture
That you'll only need

Remember me when you too are old

Standing brightly as the early morning sun

In the darkness of old age

Even though your beloved memories are getting cold

Before God turns your page
So you can fade away

To join me

As the hours and seconds
Run away

Remember me
So I may stay
In some strange spiritual way

To give you comfort

Until you too are recalled
To float away

Someday

Remember me
My poetic love
So I can come to you

In dreams

Walking down to find you
Through the ethereal blue rivers and green

Underground streams

To reach you to swim
Together

Reunited

In the Holy Sea
Until the early morning sunrise

Remember me

As your true spiritual devotion

Who you met in physical flesh

As one
Who wrote down
In a pre-life road map

With a spirit guide
In another
Far away nation

“I want to meet someone so extraordinary

A child of mine

Someone so special to be a member of my own tribe

Who will show me such poetic wonders”

“That my heart will open up its velvety doors and ask to be possessed as it pleads to confess

Before I once more walk
In those heavenly tides
Of the Holy Sea”

And then I suddenly met you at birth

Mesmerised
By all I could see

So that's why I pray
For you
Each night

So you'll remember me
As I wait here

Walking barefoot and alone
In the swirling tides
Of The Holy Sea

Waiting
for the one to love me again

I once wrote down before I was born

The only one I'll ever need

Just remember me

It's why I left this letter in my will

For you
My beloved to read

Just remember me

Your beloved mother
Who loves you like no other

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Chess. A Checkmate of Love.

(A regal female voice whispers to eager faces)

“Try love”

Said the Queen to her Pawns

As she looked out over
Her black and white lawns

“Before the Sun fades
Or goes away

Open up your souls and see where it goes

Just try love once
Even if it fails”

Said the Queen to her Pawns

As she looked out over
Her black and white lawns

"For,
From as far as Babylon of Old

To Istanbul
Standing still in the Cold

All my old pieces have tried love once

Before they were took
By Death's cruel hook

To stand away forever
From my black and white lawns

Lost in the shadows
As the stars fade, when the moon comes out

Praying in straight, black and white lines

For a second chance
At a new dawn

So try love once,
My beloved Pawns

Even if it fails

Take a chance
Before you're removed

From my black and white lawns

Just try love once,
My beloved Pawns

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

(A lone voice whispers)

If only they, today, embrace this whole poem

Just like the Seal once broken long ago in Golgotha

We all have a way home if we realize as a society

That old control is over, and we all have the chance to follow the old words

Once given to Noah

And from each human being, too, I will demand an accounting for the life of another human being.

Whoever sheds human blood,

    by humans shall their blood be shed;
for in the image of God
has God made mankind.

(C) Copyright John Duffy

Validation

(A lone voice whispers)

Are there two types of characters in this world
To be seen

Ranging through love
To business, and everything else in-between

Those who do take risks, and those who hate taking chances, and making mistakes

Which one are you?

A.
A risk-taker

Or

B.
An idolater of stepping on the brakes

For sometimes,
Is it better to have known something
Briefly

That might have had real potential, to be truly special

Or would you rather linger lost
Forever

Taunted

By self-doubts, many whispering, red devils

(C) Copyright John Duffy

Foundation.

Would you rather be haunted by self-doubts, about taking chances?

With introspection?

Like an idolater who worships, stepping on the brakes?

Or are you courageous enough to take chances, and risk all, on something special.

With a high chance of making mistakes?

To never be lost, forever taunted

By self-doubts, many whispering red devils

Who'll appear right out of the minds, many gates?

(If you're reading this far, you must be a type A.

You have my Validation of being a risk-taker.
Hit like if you are. Salute)

(A seductive voice, smiles as it looks over New York. While the sun rises)

So my old record plays

As the early morning mists slowly
Drift in

And herald the new dawn of those beguiled by sin

The politicians
Government's

People
Lovers and haters

Oh, how the air is rich
With such irreducible tension

As they all wander around with delicious apprehension

Gossipping
Feeling self important and all the while never knowing

They've been all bewitched

(C) Copyright John Duffy

Foundation.

With global wars, politics and tensions worldwide, on many levels.

Has the power of influence shifted slightly to the other side, in the spiritual game of freewill

Between two immortal powers?

Can you feel the world slowly getting darker?