“I might tell you to your face, but only when you’re gone…”

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Why are we here…
Don’t have too much time…

Ticking clock brings fear…
Inside the daily grind…

Embarked on a journey…
Dealt the dummy hand…

Doesn’t feel as funny…
When boy becomes the man…

We don’t know the truth…
No answer or insight…

Robbed of our youth…
On that dark November night …

Alone on this sphere…
Will we ever find out…

Will “they” make it clear…
Remove any doubt…

What is our mission…
The real masters plan…

A slave to suspicion…
Ramblings of a madman…

We’re just a speck of light…
A tiny piece of dust…

Some of us take flight…
Bystanders shall rust…

We believed it all mattered…
We cared what they thought…

Acquaintances now scattered…
Admiring trinkets they were bought…

They meant nothing to you…
But everything to me…

A moment so true…
Burnt into my memory…

We can’t comprehend…
Dare not shed a tear…

Drawn towards the end…
Another day, another month, another year…

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“When everything feels like the movies, Yeah you bleed just to know you’re alive”…

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Todays words, song and photo come – once again – from my special guest poet Cate…

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There is Just Us

No one knows
But us
We share the craving
This bonding
This torture

We know
Just us
We share the knowledge
This mindfuck
This burden

You know
About us
We share the connection
This infidelity
This craze

I know
Between us
We share the moments
This enrapture
This trap

No one knows
For us
We share the desire
This lust
This wantonness

We know
No us
We share the reality
This feeling
This fear

You know
Undoing us
We share the ecstasy
The highs
The lows

I know
Bonding us
We share the dream
The wants
The needs

No one knows
Except us
We share the secret
The unspoken
The hush

There is Just Us.

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Want to be a guest poet within my rambles? Send words, song and photo to eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

“I was snug as fuck”…

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The days are warm…
But the nights are cold…
And that summer feeling…
Now feels so very old…
Such a long time ago…
A dim, distant memory…
Of us fooling around…
Just you and me…

Experimenting…
Fearless and naked…
Not looking out…
For anything sacred…
Young and naive…
And just having fun…
Our eyes being opened…
To what could be done…

Dark, sinful pleasures…
And sexual desires…
Touching each other…
Lighting our fires…
Lost in the moment…
The kiss and the tease…
Satisfying our hunger…
Both eager to please…

But as your eyes…
Were drawn to another…
I spat out my anger…
And jealousy smothered…
Everything we’d built…
All I thought I knew…
I couldn’t handle my feelings…
And took them out on you…

I pushed you away…
And isolated myself…
Watching you bloom…
As I sat sadly on the shelf…
I lost the warmth…
As you turned colder…
And I regret my actions…
Now that I am older…

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“No one plans to take the path, that brings you lower”…

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She made a decision…
A long time ago…
The repercussions…
She could not know…
Walking away…
Handing over her child…
Because they claimed…
She was too wild…

Couldn’t care for another…
And look after herself…
So she gave him up…
Despite how she felt…
Leaving him broken…
Both lost and alone…
To start his new life…
In a different home…

And she never called…
Or tried to visit…
She tried to build a life…
Without him in it…
But she carried his face…
Every single day…
And felt the shame…
Knew she’d one day pay…

Either on this Earth…
Or burning in Hell…
For her horrid crimes…
And lies she did tell…
But the day came around…
Where he wanted to know…
Everything about her…
Why she had to go…

Demanded to see her…
And speak face to face…
He began to search…
And slowly did trace…
Finally finding her…
Lost, lonely and alone…
Sat by the open fire…
In a mental home…

With eyes full of anger…
And hate in his heart…
He looked at this woman…
Before slowly falling apart…
Holding her so tight…
In his big strong arms…
He quietly promised…
She’d come to no harm…

Making a decision…
He’d never regret…
All that had passed…
He would never forget…
But try to move forward…
As mother and son…
In spite of the fact…
That her mind had gone…

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“But the sun is eclipsed by the moon”…

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Reflections on the water…
The shimmering bright light…
All around is quiet and still…
As the moon takes silent flight…
Hanging so high above us…
Watching all that we do…
The night time games people play…
When they think they’re out of view…

A witness to all the sinners…
And those who commit a crime…
Its eye is the all-seeing…
Yet it will never testify…
Neither the Judge nor Jury…
Not its place to moralise…
It’s the voyeur we always see…
An ever present we don’t despise…

Instead we view in wonder…
At its beauty and its grace…
Contemplate the darker side…
As we gaze upon its face…
And marvel at its power…
To control the oceans tides…
The gravitational push and pull…
Like the feeling lust provides…

It was there that fateful moment…
When he held her so very tight…
Placed his lips upon hers…
And kissed her soul goodnight…
It didn’t know the actors…
But was happy to watch the play…
Never cheering for an encore…
It was the final act before the day…

The moon just watched from high…
As his knife plunged into her heart…
It never tried to stop him…
Just helped to light up the dark…
Lit up his escape route…
Without saying a single word…
And as the sun began to rise…
The moon disappeared unheard…

Her soul has left this Earth…
But the moon will rise again…
Witnessing life’s ongoing story…
And gently gaze upon our pain…
Reflections on the water…
Of the shimmering bright light…
All around is quiet and still…
As the moon once again takes flight…

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Image by FallingToPieces

“I want to kiss you, but I want it too much”…

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Poison seeps into his night time dreams…

Occultish obsessions are forcing him to scream…

In a world where nothing is as it seems…

Suffocated by the Devil’s recurring sexual themes…

Of original sin taken to the extreme…

Now his life is falling apart at the seams…

“The dreams in which I’m dying, are the best I’ve ever had”…

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He can’t halt the voices within his head…
Always filling him with fear, hate and dread…
They make him wish he was simply dead…
How did it come to this…

They come and attack at any time…
Sometimes in the day when he’s feeling fine…
At night they haunt, remind him of his crimes…
He looks for an escape…

He’s stood on the edge and looking down…
Gazing upon this bustling town…
His pale and hollow face carries such a frown…
So scared of his next move…

If he takes one step then it’s all over…
He’d forget his problems and dream of clover…
Free his spirit like an Irish rover…
Yet fear freezes up his soul…

His hidden memories come flooding back…
His whole existence is under attack…
His sanity is about to crack…
He needs to end this pain…

He closes his eyes and takes a breath…
The only way to relieve this stress…
His lungs are filled with the scent of death…
His body begins to fall…

His brain is struggling to comprehend…
Thinking of all his so called friends…
But blacking out as he descends…
Too late to stop this now…

The are no angels stood around waiting…
Just a blackness that’s forever extending…
And a sadness that will be never ending…
His pain is still so raw…

Trapped in Hell, his soul’s sentence begins…
Only his cruel and bitter conscience wins…
This suicide did not erase his sins…
A lesson too late to learn…

He couldn’t halt the voices within his head…
Down this path, he was cruelly lead…
He should have listened to his heart instead…
But this world was driving him mad…

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