“Given time, we’ll forget”…

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What are you doing…
Is this a fucking trick…

His legs feel weak…
His stomach feels sick…

This can’t be happening…
He knows this song…

He’s heard it before…
It all went so wrong…

And took some time…
To remove from his head…

Extract all the images…
Of you in his bed…

Laid naked and willing…
Wanting so much more…

Turning him into…
Such a sinful whore…

Living a half-life…
That tore into his soul…

As he lost his sanity…
And all fucking control…

Whilst risking it all…
To be lost in your eyes…

And in his madness…
He fell from the skies…

But always landed…
In a field full of hurt…

Where your callous remarks…
Pushed his face in the dirt….

Destroying his mind…
And driving him insane…

He thought it was over…
But here you are again…

Exploiting his weaknesses…
Making him come undone…

As you speak those words…
With the Devil’s tongue…

And he can’t stop himself…
Falling for your trick…

As you remove his walls…
Brick by fucking brick…

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“The stars burning, in the empty sky”…

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Here today but,
gone too soon…

Just shooting stars,
not like the Moon…

That hangs around,
in time and space…

Never showing us,
its darkened face…

Remaining forever,
within our view…

Unlike the passing,
of those we hold true…

The ones we love,
become the faces we lose…

God takes the best,
we don’t get to choose…

Who stays or who goes,
to Heaven’s domain…

From the dawn of time,
it’s been the same…

As the departed travel,
into unknown lands…

Leaving behind them,
grieving hands…

Reaching upwards,
towards the sky…

Forever asking,
“Why God, Why”???

But no one answers and
as the silence deafens…

Our turn gets closer and
our mortality is threatened…

Because in many ways,
we just live to die…

There’s no way to stop it,
we can’t even try…

As we’re here today,
but will be gone soon…

Just shooting stars,
not like the Moon…

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“And you can bare your soul”…

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As the beat immerses her soul…
She glides onto the dance floor…

It’s such a perfect disguise…
Like a drug and she craves more…

No one out there knows her…
She’s got total anonymity…

As the music infects her mind…
It’s the only place that she feels free…

It’s her space and her distraction…
When life gets too much to take…

And she needs to forget about them…
All the pain and all the heartache…

The trouble that they caused her…
And all that went before…

The way they gave her bruises…
Some mental and so much more…

They’ve left so many scars…
And such fucking bitter memories…

She can’t escape the nightmares…
But whilst dancing, no one sees…

They only feast upon a sexual vision…
This goddess moving in the dark…

As her stunning body twists and turns…
They’re simply entranced by her spark…

But she chooses not see them…
Lost in a perfect moment of joy…

This is her total and utter escape…
A place no one on Earth can destroy…

It’s a place of pure isolation…
Like a desert island in the sea…

She will just keep on dancing…
Till sunrise brings stark reality…

It gives her space to focus…
Time to plot some form of revenge…

She swears one day they’ll suffer…
Her heart’s destruction she’ll avenge…

As the beat infects her soul…
She plots murder on the dance floor…

One day this picture of elegance…
Will become a Siren, calling ships to shore…

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“You’re walkin’ the wire, pain and desire”…

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She knows what she wants,
deep down inside…

The best of both worlds,
where planets collide…

Wants her cake and eat it,
without all the stress…

Of the guilty emotions,
she fails to supress…

Wants all the distraction,
without any of the cost…

No emotional attachment,
no friendship bruised or lost…

Wants to taste freedom,
without actually being free…

As she likes the lifestyle,
which brings such security…

So she keeps it hidden,
buries it all deep within…

Hides behind the mask,
she has to keep wearing…

Keeping it locked away,
from eyes in plain sight…

Only allowing her thoughts,
any freedom at night…

When she thinks about,
what no one else can know…

All the deep dark distractions,
the Devil himself has shown…

The flaming lips that fuelled,
her insatiable desire…

Freed all her inhibitions,
lit her inner fires…

She knows it’s so wrong,
but is addicted to the thrill…

And doesn’t know how to stop it,
there is no magic pill…

So she keeps on going,
each day risking more…

Knowing what she wants but,
edging closer to Hell’s trap door…

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“And most of us are not sure, if we have too much”…

Today I welcome a new guest poet – Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia, who kindly nominated me for the “Lovely Blog” award – as you may know, I am humbled to receive such awards, but not good at following the rules – so this is my version! You can see more of her work here : http://amoafowaa.wordpress.com/

Cheers
J

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GUILTY

Right hand in the left
Eyes bereft
Hoping to meet the sympathizer
Whose hands have been smeared with the sanitizer
Yet will take the dirt and put in the pesewa
Pity and awakening
I am truly guilty

In a big bungalow,
Complaining that money is in the low
I eat to my fill
And I’m able to the incinerator fill
While hunger seeps through the pores of the lot
Under the stormy or cooky shade
Pity and awakening
I am truly guilty

Two squared meals consumed
Beauty products, a must, presumed
Donning fanciful apparel
Polishing, enchanting and making surreal
My existence
While others moan in pain
Which crumps can ease
Pity and awakening
For I am truly guilty

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia, 2013.

“This is no time for confessing”…

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Stood upon high…
Hypnotizing the crowd…
Fucking the music…
Playing it loud…
A travelling goddess…
Cool majestic queen…
Synchronised movements…
Forcing a scream…

A lady, no saint…
Assuming control…
The relentless beat…
Soothing the soul…
Strong willed woman…
Is she a witch…
Dark and mysterious…
In any language…

Sexual tension…
Circles the hall…
She owns the stage…
Spellbinding them all…
Words are honest…
Leaving their mark…
Infecting the ears…
Punching the stomach…

The guitar in hand…
Is weapon of choice…
Whilst mesmerizing…
With her haunting voice…
And penetrating stare…
Surveying the faces…
Gathered at her feet…
From far flung places…

Descending into them…
At one with it all…
Lost in the music…
They break her fall…
Regaining the high ground…
Loved by the crowd…
She’s fucking electric…
An angel fallen from clouds…

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“No one you can save, that can’t be saved”…

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Her name is Gabriella and
she serves with a smile…

All the passing travellers,
who sit and rest a while…

Hundreds of different eyes,
each and every day…

A thousand false smiles,
as she wishes time away…

Waiting for the one,
to walk into the room…

Sweep her off her feet and
free her from this tomb…

End the mind numbing,
switch on the electricity…

That will light up her soul,
not heat up Black coffee…

Her eyes mask her history,
the path that led her here…

The men that she encountered,
who filled her life with fear…

They pushed her to the limit,
tried to break her spirited soul…

In a world of drugs and vice,
they were in full control…

But she somehow made it,
found the escape route…

Yet now she pines for more,
as she dishes out the soup…

Looking for kindness,
in each and every interaction…

Searching for a White knight,
not just sinful distraction…

Someone to make sense,
of this cold, cruel Earth…

Someone who will hold her and
value her worth…

Her name is Gabriella and
love is all she needs…

Searching all the travellers,
that she hosts and feeds…

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