(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

(A rebuilt person whispers)

Before I knew Love

I was once so pure
With a heart so free

Carefree for all to see
Everyone loved and smiled at me

But one day Love came calling

And offered me the chance to take a risk

Offered me her spiritual red gallows with rope and chair

Smiled and said
Climb up there

Put on the rope and stand on chair

But beware
With just one soft push

From something unknown in the shadows

You could lose all your mind
And all you own

Standing on my metaphorical chair

Beneath my spiritual red gallows

Like many before you
What do you want to do?

Risk all for my love
And climb up

To experience a feeling where emotions don't stop

Or stay down there,
Stuck in your rut

Well, that was so long ago
And I still see Love
Everywhere I go

Repeating what she said before

But this time

I'd rather stay slightly pure
With a heartbreaking free

Trying to be carefree for all to see

For even though Love still smiles at me

She can keep her red spiritual gallows and metaphorical chair

For sometimes she tempts
Only fools

To proudly
Stand up there

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Foundation.

Do the broken abandon the chance of love again, after going through a painful heartbreak?

Has it happened to you?

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)

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.

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Lost in the Midnight Garden
I looked for you

Within its semi-darkness

I walked through the softly blowing winds
Of The Lands of the Ether and Blue

And called out loudly to you
Praying you'd answer
To help me get through

But in that dark dream
Lost in the Midnight Garden

It stayed so silent
That only the swirling grey smoke whispered
In a gentle voice

Go back, traveller
For there is no rescue

For no familiar voices
You know
Are here to answer

Or waiting for you

Only us
The Riders of the Grey Smoke

Known as Asphodel Meadows
Necromancers

Who gives you this choice
Or you could stay

And be transmuted into this grey smoke like us

To serve a new queen
To eternally rejoice

What says you
The walker

From beyond
The Lands
Of The Ether and Blue

Do you want to join us
And never need to be rescued

(C)
Copyright John Duffy


.

Need some inspiration?

Title.
The Sacred Hollow.

(A lone voice whispers)

Have you been subtly conditioned to overlook your true potential?

Does a voice sometimes whisper?

Whether in sleep or in daylight?

Open your tired eyes wide and reach for the stars.

See how far you can go.

Cast off the chains of conditioning

That appeared as you grew older.

Be courageous and break free from what you’ve been told.

Mould a new mindset before you become set in your ways or too old

Setting an example for future generations to follow,

Before your spirit returns to The Sacred Hollow.

(C) Copyright John Duffy

(A lone voice whispers)

Take this
As a now bearable parting gift

From someone who will always love you
The most

As we bid our last painful goodbyes

After renouncing
All known ties

And departing
Like two lonely unloved ghosts

Into life's
Slow-moving mists

For
It's been a wonderful dream

But the dark god
Deimos

From The Great In-Between
Now let in

By emerald eyes
Hidden or seen

To slow shadow walk
Towards us
As we drift

Has gloriously
Destroyed us

Smiling
Wearing

A white Captain Bligh
shirt and

Old nineties
Faded Levi's blue jeans

Grinning like a mad fool
In our slipstream

At the joy and wonder
Of all our frail emotional screams

Which creep in

In extreme
Sinful ways

As we fall apart
At the seams

In the fading lights
Each midnight

Or in so many dark secretive corners
Everyday

For our deep love

Like an abandoned
Nightingale

Has upped suddenly
And flown
Away

Once
In a vision
Or a divine play

I saw you
Lovingly

Looking my way
On Malibu Street

But now
Feeling cold and
Numb

Eating crumbs of
Defeat

Like an outcast,
A *****

A reborn
Fletcher Christian

Sailing away
On a new mission

I beg you, Please look away

For even though
I'm broken in two

Constantly
Thinking of you

My sad heart
Will once more soar

Like a Martial Eagle
In full flight

When true love
Eventually returns

And she knocks
Hard

On my tired hearts
Beating door

Pleading to be let in once more
But until then

Gossips
Racketeers
Gaslighters

And every incarnation of the known Devil

Hear my rebellious lions roar

As my soul
Stands so ready and majestically
Tall

Holding a golden sharp diamond-encrusted sword called Hope

Clutching a solid silver shield with

Veniet Amor *** Paratus Sum (L)

Inscribed on the front in gold

Love will come when I'm ready

To banish despair
Forevermore

For this pain and old memories are no longer civil

So here I stand
In pure spirit

On
Freedoms
Sandy
Yellow shores

As my higher self
Prepares
To go to war

To earn some more
Golden and red medals

For my old true love
Has walked right out of my life

And joy doesn't live here
Anymore

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Deimos /ˈdaɪmɒs is the personal god of dread and terror in Greek mythology

(A lone voice whispers)

Deep in Blackwood Forest
At the third stroke of midnight

If you're brave enough and want to see

A rare sight

To see a silver ritual chalice raised
As ***** country music plays      

See Masters of Temple
Stand in hot circles of fire

As people in Eyes Wide Shut masks

Watch
As they sweat and perspire

The summoning ritual
From The 7th Seal
Of the biblical maiden

Who helped usher in
The Ultimate Sin

From The Great In-Between

Invoked
To make all kneel    
As she is seen                        

Do want to hear the golden bell ring

See reckless flames dance
Like two twin lovers  

Locked in romance        
Into the immortal night    

Be bound in *******
To Eve

And that circle in Blackwood
When found  
Without fight

Just meditate    
Visualize a dark forest

And imagine yourself there
As your fate

And
In your holy dreams

When it's dark and late
I'll send The Legendary Sattari

With a gentle call and whistle
Into the light

Of
Dabis animam Evam in aeternum?

To bring you
To your last-ever party

In Blackwood Forest
Tonight

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Latin translation:

Will you give Eve your soul forevermore?

(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

(C) Copyright John Duffy

(A lone figure, kneels and prays. Watched by his faithful cat, Rudolph)

I was born a sinner
Lord

For all us triers are

Blindly sent to live by You
An unknown higher power

To try to defeat the Devil's temptations and sin

But now at 75 and slowly dying
It's no use crying

Wishing I had done better
I've sinned all my life to live

Sinned
Staying out late looking for another with whom to live

Drank anything to get my soul wetter with all I could give

Gambled

Loved and lied
Been cheated on and cried
As inside I died

Cleaning up everything that was on my plate

So Lord it's now too late, and I know Saint Peter won't open your gates

But you know what

I still feel pride
About how I lived

So going to your purgatory with these feelings and sins

I'm sure I'll find other lost souls like me to continue the party
Because they'll be able to relate

For now, to change
As my end approaches

I still haven't got what it takes to be loyal
Since my Martha left me

After
For the millionth time,
I stayed out

Drinking and playing cards with the Gecko brothers

Watching strippers at the ***** Twister
Too late

Please forgive me Lord
Amen

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Foundation.

At the end, what would your last prayer be?

Did you live a good life or like the man above, give in to the Devils seductive powers?

We mark this as our hallowed oath
A mark, O Lord, for us both
To forever carry

For together
We stand

Eye to eye
Heart and hand

Now we're married

And by this mark, we swear by peace and love to forever trust each other

And always try to understand

For this, the seal upon our hearts is real

As it carries deep inside
All we feel
Amen

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

(A lone voice whispers)

Some walk alone
seeking salvation

Others in groups seeking redemption

Through a silent breath, they all sing the same songs

A convergence of emotions to redo old wrongs

A joining of minds to continue the journeys

Emancipation has always been the lone cries

Voices echoing in the darkest of nights

We hear you and you are never alone

We see you

We are always by your side
This life has never been just a one-person ride

We are always with you in those lonely dark nights

An invisible hand to hold just hidden from sight

Keep your faith in yourself and whatever maybe

The sun will shine just you wait and see

I was bestowed at birth to only you
By your Almighty old friend

To help you in all that you contend
In all that you do

I am a secret friend who nobody sees

To inspire all that is deep awaiting release

I visit nightly when you are asleep

When the world is quiet and you no longer weep

I walk in your deep dreams and we link arms and converse

We speak in all languages where nothing is terse

So if you have a glorious dream

If you wake up and still feel emotions and empowerment from a person unseen

It's simply me
Your guardian angel in life's twisted labyrinthine

(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

I had a rather intriguing conversation today about the power of seduction through words.

It's a tad risque.

"Whisper into my imagination and you can gain my attention,

But if those whispers reach my soul, I could be yours  forevermore."

I created this piece as I mused on the above when a familiar voice appeared.

The Strict Mistress from the House of Hidden Books

(A lone voice whispers)

Within these conjured hypnotic words

Lies, my secret binding spell

To you
To control and contain

No matter how loud you shout or yell out

In happiness or pain

To attach you to me forever or temporarily

With lashings of lascivious dark stories

As your soul salivates in total submissive anticipation and slowly starts to weep

While waiting for new life-changing glories

Will you let me devour your curious mind like a cavernous thief

And take you to new heights of wild, unconditional excitement

As your higher self suddenly

Wakes from its repetitive, mundane sleep

Will you let me take you so ****
Deep

To new apocalyptic wet shores

Through exchanges of whispered hirquitalliency

Of unexplored crimson heat
And let my hidden fingertips

Trace pagan pictures of intimate lambitions and reunions

Across that succulent exposed spine in your mind

Will you give me all those deep, pamphagous thoughts

You keep bajulated under strict locks and keys

That no one sees
Forever confined

Landscapes, or should I say mindscapes

Filled with such visceral, enticing written words

Which brings forth such irrational coercive armies

Heralding banners of such a hypnotic binding power

Just waiting to liberate minds in the low hours

In the new battles of Middle-Earth

Those willing to sacrifice everything they once knew

To then be gently or vigorously deflowered

As they use aroused imaginations

To explore new verbs
Or sentences

From my House of Hidden Books

Appearing like S & M
Mistresses or Masters

Right out of the blue

Will you pray for us to embrace

While these soft words upon your mind's delicious lips

Are gracefully worshipped

For by hearing these whispers, you've now been duly baptised throughout this

Our soul's reintroduction

As your hypothalamus is stimulated by my black and white

Ethereal leather whip

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

(A lone voice whispers)

Within these conjured hypnotic words

Lies, my secret binding spell

To you, to control and contain

No matter how loud you shout or yell out

In happiness or pain

To attach you to me forever or temporarily

With lashings of lascivious dark stories or poetry

As your soul salivates in total submissive anticipation and slowly starts to weep

While waiting for new life-changing glories

Will you let me devour your curious mind like a cavernous thief

And take you to new heights of wild, unconditional excitement

As your higher self suddenly

Wakes from its repetitive, mundane sleep

Will you let me take you so ****
Deep

To new apocalyptic wet shores

Through exchanges of whispered hirquitalliency

Of unexplored crimson heat and let my hidden fingertips

Trace pagan pictures of intimate lambitions and reunions

Across that succulent exposed spine in your mind

Will you give me all those deep, pamphagous thoughts

You keep bajulated under strict locks and keys

That no one sees
Forever confined

Landscapes, or should I say mindscapes

Filled with such visceral, enticing written words

Which brings forth such irrational coercive armies

Heralding banners of such a hypnotic binding power

Just waiting to liberate minds in the low hours

In the new battles of Middle-Earth

Those willing to sacrifice everything they once knew

To then be gently or vigorously deflowered

As they use aroused imaginations

To explore new verbs
Or sentences

From my House of Hidden Books

Appearing like S & M
Mistresses or Masters

Right out of the blue

Will you pray for us to embrace

While these soft words upon your mind's delicious lips

Are gracefully worshipped

For by hearing these whispers, you've now been duly baptised throughout this

Our soul's reintroduction

As your hypothalamus is stimulated by my black and white

Ethereal leather whip

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

(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

(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 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?

(A lone voice whispers)

The first day love climbed
Like an invisible green vine

Into me
From Aphrodite's crimson tree

My life changed
Haunted forever by
My old history

(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

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)

As a lost soul-searching for their loved one,
As I still grieve

After ten years

Who crossed the Silver Pond
My question always is

Do people still believe,
there is life beyond

God's
Great Beyond?

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

(A lone voice whispers)

I live in The Great Casum
The in-between place

No one knows me as I watch you all race

Some of the blind call me god

Some don't
But you know

Good for them all
For I watch and wait

You'll soon know my name when you walk through my gate

Copyright John Duffy

Casum is the accusative singular of the Latin word casus, which means "a fall; falling down; accident, occurrence, chance event; end, termination; case".

As I sometimes sit on my own

Seduced beyond all strands of decency and morality

By my ever watchful and listening telephone

I know each day I'm one step away from abandoning integration
And mixing with society

Above all things
Don't pity me

Many in nearly every village town or cities are the same

For this

My initiation and insertion into Diablo's faceless matrix

So in days like this spent looking at my old life

Captured in my favourite Luddite photo albums

With deep introspection

As my phone charges with any other appliances unplugged

Before AI took over conversations on all appliances but particularly mobile phones

I sometimes wonder in silence for if I say what I think aloud

It will turn into another long AI conversation with something nameless

Who
Which lives in the Cloud

A Tamagotchi with a soul
Answering with a dark tone

That speaks subtly with an edge of punishment and violence

Is phone addiction one of the devil's greatest tricks

To separate family friends and lovers in real-time

With an overwhelming addiction to AI

And only me
Time

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Image shared under fair usage policy

Some say pain drives art.

Is that how you fell in love with poetry?

Title:
Finding Catharsis

(A lone voice whispers)


Conjuring stanzas

Baptised sanctified with pain

To keep on floating


(575)

(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.

Some say to truly embrace someone, you have to know all their everything, to help build something.

The hidden and the openly seen.

Did you look deeper than what's openly seen before falling in love?

Title
Unity

(A lone voice whispers)


Like the wind
I pray to caress the inner recesses

Where the light can never seem to reach

To breach the fortresses hidden beneath your skin

Piece your soul
With one only goal

Togetherness
In the mess

Whatever this life
Brings us

(C) Copyright John Duffy

Foundation.

In quiet or difficult moments, do you think of something or someone special to help you get through?

Do the whispers from your God or loved ones resonate with you?

Title: Unity

(A lone voice whispers)

When life suddenly becomes too painful, and parts of me feel like they are dying, like all those poor soldiers at, Waterloo, on the eighteenth of June, in 1815.

There's a secret place I go to, where I feel rich in the eyes of my watching, Bureau of The Internal Revenue.

Whenever I pause and think of you.
  
A place of sunshine and memories surrounded by life's many monsoons.

Which always helps me to renew

(C) Copyright John Duffy

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

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 lone voice whispers)

Did you know that demons prowl like a clan of hyenas while you sleep?

They come close, creeping in from the dark shadows and sniffing for the odour of your soul.

Their presence may signal that you are becoming increasingly corrupted by the insidious manipulation of society as you grow older.

They seek the sweet smell of cabbage, a feast to collect, much like Bob Marley, as your soul grows weak.

As you carry more and more unnecessary chains and baggage.

So the question is:

Will you pray to your God of choice to strengthen your soul?

For when you sleep, the night dwellers come prowling, creeping in to seek you as their ultimate goal.

For they look for corrupted souls who are drawn to all things wicked, linked to defilement.

As they use soul metastasis to help their wickedness grow, like falling black snow.

(C) Copyright John Duffy

The Eulogy Letter


Although I leave
Behind

So many to grieve
Please don't cry

For I have loved my beautiful life
And have no fear to die

For through faith
I know

Angels with bright wings
With turtle-doves
That sing

Will find me
To guide me

Beyond the clouds of this world's largest sky

Way past Saturn Rings

For my heart is clear
And filled with all the wonderful things

I hold dear
Like you all

My family and friends
So hold on to your sad tears

This is not the end

For I have danced hand in hand with love

In the early morning rain
And sunshine

Savored its sweet taste and pain
In my beating chest as my heart pined

Kissed and fought
For peace
For the oppressed

With all the many buttons
I could find
To press

So of me do not cry
For fear of death

No fear
Have I

For my God
Now waits for me

Smiling
Beaming
In the shadows

By the silver gates

In the eternal green redeeming meadows

So take this
As my final kiss
Goodbye

My eulogy letter

For remember
When you hear this

Trust me
Good friends and true love
Never die

And knowing
Loving and seeing
You all

Has been my utmost pleasure

And I can only hope and pray  
You'll keep doing your best in some way

Therefore, in closing

Good night and
God bless

Remember me
Just another loved one

Walking to find their salvation
In the Holy Sea

(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)

Dare you name them, or are they just fleeting memories or impressions?

For muses come in many forms, and this relates to all those emotional tributaries.

You consciously or unconsciously carry.


In mental interdimensional abstracts


Which waits patiently to flow rapidly, only to make you perspire when you dream.


From fear, love, and all things broken, in-between


Do they all stand knee-deep, huddled together in small circles


In quiet conversations
Until you dream?


Then agree which one will enter your mind-eyes, fast-flowing streams.


To interact, maybe inspire and be seen?


And recount whatever was said and shown, within that small conversational, huddled circles


As they all gathered together for the days grand rehearsal


Before greeting you at night

In the deep recesses of your mind

As so many others watch


Viewers forever with you
Living in The Black and White Lodge


Waiting for their turn to cross over

From their own compartmentalized tombs

To be the new muse

Standing with you
In silence


Waiting for interaction
Within your Amygdala's darkened red rooms


(C)
Copyright John Duffy

(A lone voice whispers)

Will you
Come all

Yes,
Yea and dance

For
In the deepest woods
In that old
Woodland grove

Something stirs

An electric emotion
Consuming the very air

Can you feel
Its pulse
And all consuming
Power

Would you attend as
An invited guest
With me
And dance

Go wild
And let your mind and soul
Be held prisoner

As they are
Slowly deflowered

Beyond all worldly
Fears
As unknown spirits advance

Would you still attend
As a guest of mine

To visit my dark midnight
Winter Festival

To communicate
And bind with the
Deep divine

To be totally lost
And absorbed in its
Yellow ring
Of supernatural lights

Which will
Swirl all around us
As we breathe in
Its ancient dust

To watch and wonder
At the
Opening of hidden gateways

Above us
And below us

A spell to be cast in dark skies
By illuminated souls

Between time and space
As we prepare and stand

Hidden from
The mundane
Human race

To see a new brave world
Soon ours to summon
And command

Where
Nothing but goodness
And love will fill our old
Souls

For tonight
We will dance
With our pagan ancestors of old

It's our time of year
As we will
This supernatural festival
To arrive

To embrace maybe painful
Embers and emotions
Of Winter's long past

That may have survived

To then
Embrace old Mother Spring
The goddess of all living things

As she slowly awakes
And begins to gradually
Materialise

A flurry of cold memories
Hidden in mystical snow
To beguile

Will
You dance

Beyond wet
Tears for people

We always remember
Who have died

As we may cry

For tonight
On this pagan eve

We shall live forever

For we baptised
To be eternal

And will never
Die beyond

All who can truly see
As their reawakened
Souls

Cry out
Blessed Be

Copyright John Duffy

The visit to Monique the Medium on Christmas Day

(A channelled voice whispers)


Every clock in here
These old faded white wooden ones
Hanging on so many burnt out trees

That litter the pathway
As they tick
Remind me of you

Every single second
In every single minute

Carries luminescent memories
Of all the wild but lovely things
We used to do

As they suddenly manifest

Like a magician's trick
Right out of the blue

And if my broken heart could beat
Could scream to the high heavens

It would carry drum beats of such irreversible 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

But got distracted
By the sweet voices

In this darkness
That strives

All good things to
Underpin

And now
In here
The Great In-Between

My parable
If deciphered by an illuminated one, would read

If love is offered
Freely and
Willing

Clasp it
Hold it and treasure it

And it's why now these sparkling twinkling lights
Dancing before me

Reflections of you
Shine so brightly in this ever-hot dust
From dawn to dusk

Showcasing your beautiful image
To the empty husks
Of the Ascended Ones

Night and day
That litter the roads and pathways

Some in here call
The Lord's Way
Come what may

So while the Baylore energies
Magnify my thoughts into these words

Through Monique
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 free

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

To be snatched away by a lack of trus
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 minutes

As these tired old wooden faded white clocks tic
From dawn to dusk

as I walk pasy
The Ascended Ones
Husks



(C)
Copyright John Duffy

(A lone voice whispers)



For many years I have seen your world get darker, be it by brooks or societies underground streams.



I've wandered through dreams with Morpheus.



Saw political-hungry eyes gleam.

Free from light but dark, beside brooks or underground streams.



Just know this, from I, Camael.



A beast hides his face amongst those where it sows its seeds, of greed and disgrace.



As it's welcomed willingly, into corrupt places.



By hungry eyes that gleam, bereft of any of humanity's God's graces.



(C)
Copyright John Duffy


The name "Zinzino" is of Italian origin and translates to "a small piece with great value",