“Running from the dark, look what you have done”…

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He’s just a little boy…
Lost in a big man’s world…

Drowning in the quicksand…
And not doing as he’s told…

Breaking all the rules…
Not towing the line…

Making weak excuses…
Pretending that he’s “FINE”…

Hurting all his loved ones…
Even if they don’t know…

As he tries to put on…
The most convincing of shows…

Using smoke and mirrors…
To distract and to distort…

Whilst living a sinful lie…
And not doing what he ought…

Not being the man…
They all expect him to be…

Not living the life…
They think that they see…

As he uses his charm…
And deflects any doubts…

It’s his secret weapon…
Only he knows about…

And uses it to dazzle…
Blinding all the eyes…

That may see through him…
And rip off his disguise…

That he hides behind…
Every minute of each day…

Nodding in the right places…
Pretending to care what they say…

When inside he isn’t listening…
He switched off long ago…

Only looking for distraction…
And going with the flow…

Now he keeps on running…
As fast as he possibly can…

One day they might catch him…
And force the boy to become a man…

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“Raise your hands up to the sky”…

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Raise your hands…

Up to the sky…

Never ever question…

Never ask why…

Just follow the system…

Obey all the signs…

Listen to the preacher…

Walk forward blind…

Move like a Sheep…

In a field of Wolves…

Avoiding their teeth…

And horns of the Bulls…

That appear from nowhere…

From behind the trees…

It’s how “THEY” trick you…

And make you believe…

Keeping you walking…

Straight down the line…

Trick you into thinking…

That everything’s FINE

Whilst “THEY” steal your soul…

Sneak in the back door…

So you never notice…

Yet offer them more…

Not even realising…

On your hands and knees…

As you pray unto them…

So eager to please…

Offering to them…

Everything you own…

But “THEY” already own it…

It was a story you were told…

That talks about freedom…

As if it really exists…

This gift from the Gods…

The lie that persists…

But the truth is stranger…

Wrapped up in that lie…

As you will only be free…

On the day that you die…

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“I know someday you’ll have a beautiful life”…

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There’s a man at the door…
Wants to buy your soul…

Says it’s worth double…
As it’s got a black hole…

Got a big black hole…
Deep down inside…

Been getting bigger…
Each time you lied…

Every time you lied…
The man here knew…

Made him smile…
As the black hole grew…

The black hole grew bigger…
Swallowed up your heart…

Covered up the truth…
Shot out a poison dart…

That poison dart…
Hit the one you love…

She took flight…
Like an escaping Dove…

That escaping Dove…
Has broken your soul…

All that’s left…
Is a big black hole…

It’s that black hole…
That this man wants…

Killing time in the shadows…
As her memory haunts…

And that memory haunts…
Stalks your hurting head…

You made the choices…
Now you wish you were dead…

You wish you were dead…
Because the living is Hell…

Now the time has come…
And you’re ready to sell…

Yes you’re ready to sell…
Detach that big black hole…

So just close your eyes…
And hand the Devil your soul…

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“It’s a world gone crazy, keeps woman in chains”

May I take this opportunity to wish all my American readers and friends, a very Happy Thanksgiving…

Tonight I am pleased to welcome back Rose as a guest poet! Rose’s last piece went down very well and I am sure you will enjoy this just as much. You can read more of Rose’s work here: https://howdoyousaytacoinspanish.wordpress.com/

Over the next few days, I will be creating a new “Page” that details all my previous guest poets and how you can find their blogs, along with links to their work within my pages – so keep your eyes peeled!

Remember, if you would like your work and blog featured, please email me words along with a photo and youtube clip that compliments them to eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers

J

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Chained

Chained –
….by our relentless karma.

Chained –
….by our painful history.

Chained –
….by our unique destiny.

Chained –
…by our glorious, passionate, dangerous love. I seek escape.

Chained –
….by our exquisite desire.

Chained –
….by our singular ecstasy.

Chained –
….by our sensual fusion.

Chained –
….by our mind-numbing, body-shattering orgasms. I yearn for independence.

Chained –
….by your super seed.

Chained –
….by my tenacious egg.

Chained –
…by our blessed creation.

Freed –
….by our magical, wonderful, life affirming child. I surrender and stay.

“I didn’t want to hurt you”…

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The lights are low…
As the music plays…

Through the darkness…
He watches her betray…

Her slender hips grinding…
Locking lips with another…

She’s lost in the moment…
Eyes focused on her lover…

Forcing him to turn away…
And close his tearful eyes…

Struggling to bear witness…
To the root cause of her lies…

But he needed to know…
He just had to be sure…

And lost in the music…
The evidence is secured…

He feels his anger rising…
But tries to keep control…

As each lingering kiss…
Stabs his jealous soul…

His heart angrily drums…
As the pair decide to leave…

Hand in hand with each other…
His lover and the thief…

But he can take no more…
His anger begins to explode…

He followed the pair outside…
And just had to unload…

This broken and betrayed man…
With Red mist in his eyes…

Now stands in the darkness…
Underneath a starless sky…

Blood dripping from his hands…
As a knife lies on the floor…

After slaughtering one…
He instinctively wanted more…

Condemning the lovers…
To an eternity together…

Whilst removing his pain…
But staining his soul forever…

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Amazing art by http://sheat.deviantart.com/art/Lovers-on-the-dancefloor-31523054

“Send an arrow up high, like an invitation”…

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On an island far away…

She sends a message out…

Sent through time and space…

Removing any doubt…

It’s simple, pure and clear…

To be received by only one…

From this goddess of the sea…

Who’s basking in the sun…

Like an arrow from the archer…

Fired into the deep blue sky…

She’s sending out her signal…

Hoping that he will reply…

Praying that he’ll notice…

And be reminded of the past…

Forget the pain she caused him…

Release the anger he’s amassed…

She knows that he’s her soul mate…

And regrets what has been said…

The bitter words and actions…

That caused his hate to spread…

Like a cancer in his mind…

Erasing all that was good…

Isolating his wounded heart…

Because he never understood…

What he did to hurt her…

And force her to escape…

So he tried to forget her face…

And give his life new shape…

But he never shook off the feelings…

Those love and hate extremes…

Now she stands there calling…

The woman of his dreams…

It’s so hard not to notice…

He finds her impossible to ignore…

She is such a stunning creature…

Perhaps it’s time to end the war…

And travel to that island…

Fall straight back into her arms…

Devote his future to her…

And those seductive stunning charms…

But the voices send a warning…

Plant doubts inside his mind…

Could his heart withstand it…

If she was cold and so unkind…

But the message reassures him…

He’s ready to risk it all…

Fall under her magic spell…

And answer her enchanting call…

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“The sweetest thing I’ve ever known, is loving you”…

Please welcome Keith as today’s guest poet – he is a long term friend of this blog and I am really thrilled that he agreed to participate!

You can read more of his words over on http://keithakenel.wordpress.com/

Cheers

J

olivia-by-todd-kaminski

My rock, my foundation-
has my heart forevermore.
Still find too oft of late
I dream of distant shores.

Such shallow imaginings,
that whisper of sweet sin.
Long for wine succulent-
temptation’s crashing in.

Hate petty desire
that clouds my lady’s grace.
So many men would die
for what I have in spades.

On me she can rely
but I’m caught in masquerade.
Fear I will reach the point
of unmasking my charade.

Her value grows each day-
why can’t I let it be?
The problems not with her-
rather deep inside of me.

Honor should come easy
when mated with a prize.
Still I’m feeling queasy,
my lust I do despise.

She’s won my love forever:
Cloying desire wicked.
It’s passing decades talking-
reminds me I’m no kid.

What man would ever throw
a gift like her away?
Better I be swallowed
by a cold, early grave.

To have her and to hold,
in lifelong harmony,
such a bounteous harvest-
any idiot can see.

I’ve seen too many fools
throw true love aside.
Such a wondrous woman-
and source of so much pride.

I’ll just keep on smiling
and sing to her of love.
Hope that the passing hours
will help me rise above.

Photo by Todd Kaminski