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Secret Confessions
(A lone voice whispers)
You're my book of revelations
Every page, a divine creation
My alpha and my omega
My rebirth through every weather
You’re the rhythm in my heartbeat
Soft and sacred when you hold me
Life and death inside your eyes
Heaven wrapped in your sighs
And if you walk away from me…
Oh girl, what would I be?
If your faith in me is gone…
Tell me how do I go on?
You’re my hope… and my joy
My night… and my day
Don’t you ever drift away
You’re my light… when I’m lost
The only truth I can’t deny
Girl, you’re my reason why
Oh stay… stay… don’t fade away
You’re the song my soul can’t destroy
My hope… my joy…
If you leave, I’d be in shadows
Dancing with my broken echoes
Every prayer would sound your name
Every tear would fall the same
You’re the fire in my silence
The calm within my storm of violence
Only you have ever known
The child inside I’ve never shown
So if in me you don’t believe…
Girl, that’s all I’d ever need
To fall apart, to lose my way…
Don’t let our love just fade to grey…
(C) Copyright John Duffy
(A lone voice whispers)
Are there many quiet times
When you look above
And are there are many crazy raucous times
When you’re also forced to
Look below
Can you still feel tendrils of
Old memories from your
Hidden archives
That cathedral you may now
Call the Ghetto Château
Where lost love or heartbreaks
Resonate
Vibrating in those very rooms
You try to outgrow
Are there still small moments and
Infusions of tranquil bouts of welcomed insurrection
Silent revolutions or tired times of forced rebellions
On the surface
Above
Are you so seemingly filled with Love
And sweet smiles and compassion
A face you parade to the world watching
But below
Where the husky darkness
Multiplies and you breathe it
Deeply in
As it flourishes and grows
Do
Invisible feelings of self-doubts
Deep inner fears and invisible tears
Call when you visit to endlessly fall
Do you wonder
Will they stay
Will they go away
All questions heralding from the smiling
Mister Who Knows
Who lives inside me
Just having a silent conversation
With you
My secret hidden alter
I call him
Doctor White
Dressed in his white coat
And with his foolish stares
I can still see him smiling everywhere.
Especially when I drink
Some wet kelter
Like my soul's satisfying
Mescaline
I may seem calm and collected
Above too
But beneath that very shimmering
Surface
I fear being totally rejected
But for now, I’ll still smile and play
Empowered with the hope
That the good memories
Will stay this time
I will no longer need
To revisit my deep depths and
Those old rooms
I always seem to trespass through
A place my soul
Sometimes visits and all light
Is bereft
As Doctor White
Visits
Walking casually and smiling through
All my precious light and dark
Memories rivers
Maybe tonight I’ll but stay firmly standing in those
Filled with love and lights
Standing steadfastly in the hope
They will stay the night
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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?
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
The Red Priestess
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
Copyright John Duffy
(A lone voice whispers)
Did you know that curiosity can be the soul's only guilty heartfelt desire?
An irrepressible longing from emotions, many hidden fires.
That awakens convulsions in the newly possessed.
Of secretive things once never felt or expressed.
To the heavy loads, signalling the quiet redesigning of a pure soul.
As it explores new goals?
Like the falling of a tear, the feeling of fear or the bright sunshine of a rare smile?
Which shines like real gold in illuminated green eyes.
Trying desperately to devour all things before they die.
Only to then hear one day in God's low whispers:
"Did you seek curiosities only goals, the soul's only guilty heartfelt desire, my child?
When they were all presented by the Devil, and its insidiously lit warm fires.
Before you died?
To tempt you like Eve, right out of the blue?
Or did you try to stay pure with all the divine gifts I once gave you?
(C) Copyright John Duffy
An Ode to Love
(A lone voice whispers)
Is Love
Like one
Finding a South Philippine Dwarf Kingfisher
One of the World's
Rarest birds
A much-welcome visitor
To see and treasure
Sunbathing in the sun
Or two
Does it sometimes
Fly high
Like an extraordinary Golden Eagle
Over all emotional
Physical or Spiritual
Battlefields
As it goes-to-war
With family
Friends
Religion or politics
For true love never
Yields
Or three
is it just like a form of
Fast Love
That just runs
Jumps out the door and hits the road
Looking for a new lascivious episode
After its heavy load
Explodes
When it's had its fun
And finally,
Which one have you experienced
Did love find you or betray you
Like Judas Iscariot?
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
(A lone voice whispers)
In the wind,
In a gale, or at sea,
Evoked by angels at daylight,
Awoken by devils at midnight.
And just broken
In between.
I once wandered like Dante,
Experiencing heaven and hell
Simultaneously,
Like a shadow being,
A Djinn.
Unfolded like a rare, old-world map,
Cold and lost as life's winds destroyed all my sanctuaries.
I once used as cover while my broken heart recovered.
But today,
On December the fifth,
The third day after you left,
I feel resurrected and reincarnated like Mephibosheth.
For, like in all relationships, holding Death's cold hands while you once wandered isn’t real death:
Only a tragic play.
Yet one can feel burnt at the stake,
Like the family and servants in a play
Written by someone known as Shakespeare,
Called Macbeth.
(C) Copyright John Duffy
The Riders of the Grey Smoke
In a dark dream
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 rescused
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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Foundation
Are we being watched by unseen supernatural beings?
Some say any reflective surfaces, like mirrors and water, are but conduits.
Viewing stations used throughout history and any nation
Title
Dianna the Moon Queen
(A regal female voice whispers)
Take this,
These softly spoken words
As the sacred keys to open my Tower of Regeneration
And as my high moon sets
Call to me with all your divine power
From any nation
And I'll help you conquer your own abyss
With a full life and a real love
Guided by my light
At your side
To open your heart wide
Replenished by the warmth of my belief,
One of my greatest spiritual gifts
For if you don't look for me
My energy, and moonlight, you will always miss
As you look back at me
One lonely night
And reminisce while going through the five stages of grief
Of what could have been
With me
The secret watcher
Hidden
In The Great In-Between
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Title:
Are we all mysteriously
Sinful?
(A lone voice whispers)
In the beginning
Did you secretly
Walk like a curious
Enigmatic Charles Darwin
Looking
Whilst
Lost in Youth
Seeking The Meaning of Sin
To clandestine dark places where
Angels
Without harps
Profusely lambast and
Sing
Searching
Through concealed ancient manuscript and treatises
Seduced by Mistresses and Masters
Of Seductions
By their ever-changing winds
And rhymes
And now
Are you still covertly
Only understood
By a select few
Riding your Pale Horse
Tempestuously
Through lost
Biographies of Old Beliefs
Always on the lookout for engagements
A means to sometimes
Circumvent dark
Carnal release
Or are you still drinking Cool-Aid
From the Matrix’s ever spinning
Propaganda's machine
As the Cosmic Serpent
Of your own Apocalypse
Approaches with such devious guile
Heralding a new divine invasion
Of your own United Nations
So you still dwell in
A new vision of Gilgamesh
Wallowing in previous dark memories of
Sins
Of old encounters and embraces
Of its sensuous
Flesh
Or are you a new lost Nikola Tesla
Lost in the folds of deep personal histories
Overwhelmed
With impropriety and greed
Still seemingly held in check
By fingerprints of
Memories Old Gods
But still always courageously
Praying silently to the skies
Trying to save
Your soul
Always praying someone
Hears you and your deeds and comes down
To intercede
Copyright John Duffy