I can see
All the way from in here

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

The black-robed vultures
Are gathering

In secret covens and lodges
For their Great Cull

Carefully planned and patiently waiting

On their gilded governmental ledges
For The Last Harvest

The Great Play

Paradise
For the nuclear family
Has been torn asunder

Alongside Religion
Family values
Gender

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

As in boats
Missed placed nations
Sail and wonder

Will I find freedom
From my old kingdom

Just to drown and freeze
To death
In cold waters

As politicians
Ponder
Argue

Reflect

And hatred
Interjects

Faith in a
Higher Power
In retrospect

Seems
Demeaned and hated
By those with no nerves

As churches are
Closed
By Elites

Leaving people with
Nowhere to go

Musing
In silence
In defeat

But they
The Elites

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

And they are duly
Served

You may feel
Alone

Scared
Insecure
Or in pain

Moving slowly
In between jagged lines

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

A touch of The Almighty's grace
Through a sickness

Delivered by followers of darkness

So all I can say
Is pray

Pray
Pray everyday

And God will try to remedy
All that comes
Whatever may

For as Jeremiah 29:11 says

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

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

As Deuteronomy 31:6 says

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

He will not leave you or forsake you.”

So in Proverbs 3:5-6

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

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

Quoting Lamentations 3:22-23

The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;

His mercies never come to an end;

They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.

So to Isaiah 41:10

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

I will strengthen you,

I will help you,

I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.

And ending with Corinthians 4:16-18

So we do not lose heart.

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

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

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

Be strong.
The light must keep shining

For kindness and compassion
To keep winning

Against those swimming

In The Devil's Dark
Unforgiving
Waters

By constantly
Sinning

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Are there extraordinary people you still miss for whatever reason?

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

Does your mind sometimes wander into daydreams?

Title:
Missed Encounters

(A lone voice whispers)

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

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

Underneath our beloved, Babylonian weeping willow.

With warm arms that always forgives and loves me.

Lost somewhere Interdimensional.

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

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Do you summon new or old
secret places?

Sanctuaries of Hidden Sacred Spaces?

Transforming and restructuring unseen realities, and visions of old or new faces?

To even build bridges to cross contradictions of ego, self and even trauma?

To walk away from low places: linked to old cities like ***** and Gomorrah?

Using a diverse mixture of letters as a supernatural or mystical quality?

To create and help override everyday experiences of regression or depression?

Using wisdom, spiritual insight, and intuition?

If so, this occult spell is for just you, to help you win.

"Quasi ventus surgas et vincas omnia peccato coniuncta." (L)

(May you rise like the wind and conquer all things linked to sin)

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Occult:

A term that was originally used in Latin to designate the hidden or unseen properties of things and that, since the 16th century, has also been used to characterise religious traditions that include belief in unseen forces or that otherwise behave in a secretive or mysterious manner.

***** and
Gomorrah, in this case, reflects any situations linked to corruption and sin.

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)

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

Foundation.

In a corrupt world, do angels of any faith watch?

(A lone voice whispers)

Sometimes, in the sight of such mindless violence
In this deep silence

I kneel to pray in these grey shadows

That peace will prevail, one day in your world

That mountain tops worldwide will joyously sing, with unconstrained laughter

And in defiance
As we, The Watchers

Angels
From the Great Hereafter
Smile, as our Silver Towers in Heaven

Hum with a sweet medley
Of

Praise Be
Praise Be

For sinners below
Will be baptised

In a new sea of Galilee, by a reborn John the Baptist
To be winners

To find true love
Walking freely

Now in open forests
Pleading to be plundered

Daydreaming souls will no longer need to wander

In frantic visions
Alone

Since purification, not self-sacrifice

Will lead them to divine wonders

To block their pyramids of pain
With Hope's capstone

Will you
Call me

When the moon's
High

Past the tree's
Hiding the skies

When the Eclipse
Comes

For I can see and sense you
Need that feeling

A loud drumbeat of need
That screams
Pleading

So
Will you open those tired arms
And let me in

So I may with sunlit kisses
Swim in all your inner vestibules

Sanctify all you know
As we dance as one
To a new song

Announced by life-changing, fast-moving octaves

As a glorious new world is built upon the many graves of

The secret slaves
Of an old empire

Of such depravity and corruptible sin

With their rich leaders
Just the seen knaves

Controlled by hidden hands
Of those

Our prayers
Can never save

©
Copyright John Duffy

Foundation.

We are all born to grieve for one day, someone we love, will have to leave.

Finding a means to cope, will hopefully give birth to hope

By eventually embracing our darkness, we can find some sort of peace.

The Kübler-Ross 5 stages of grief:

Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, and finally Acceptance.

Can't still believe it
Why
I'd do anything, take me
I'm staying in bed

I do miss them so, but at least I'll carry their memories with me

Everywhere I go

If you have been through grief, you probably will relate to the five stages

Hopefully, you are at the last stage but if not

The others are just another part of the healing process, and will help you turn their dark pages

Poem below:

Laid on the altar
Of Elizabeth Kübler-Ross
She finds hope in grief

(575)

(C) Copyright John Duffy