“Words like violence, break the silence”…

revenge

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You don’t know me…
Don’t know me at all…

Yet still pass judgement…
Sat high on the wall…

Away from reality…
In your ivory tower…

Spitting out words…
With a venomous power…

Casting your aspersions…
Making up cruel lies…

You mean nothing to me…
You’re dead in my eyes…

As the view you have…
Is so very twisted…

You never took the time…
Checked facts that existed…

Or understood my motives…
What makes me tick…

It really fucks me off…
You make me feel sick…

As I watch from afar…
Hearing what’s said…

Do you think I’m blind…
To the poison you spread…

You are just a throwback…
From a bygone age…

You belong in a prison…
Rotting in a cage…

Yet you walk free…
Alive and kicking…

But I wouldn’t care…
If you weren’t breathing…

And buried somewhere…
Deep underground…

In a wooden box…
Not making a sound…

As you don’t know me…
Don’t know me at all…

But my time is coming…
And I’ll watch you fall…

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“And the Earth spins round, while the people fall down”…

Please welcome Alex as tonight’s guest poet!

If you would like to be featured – please send me your words to eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers
J

lies

The Attitudinal Problems Associated with Being a Realist

Riding hangovers out over days
not worth revisiting
let alone
having lived in the first place.
Where everyone is loitering
but no-one will admit it.
A thousand lies
and lips still moving –
tongues on teeth
forming consonants
as if to conjure a salve
for flesh
that is more wound than limb.
Maybe
we’re all just trying to
reconcile the difference
between
dreams and reality.

“Watch how she fades, into the sunset”…

sunset

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Beginnings of an end,
as her sunset fades…

Now it’s time to forget,
all the promises made…

The curve of her lips,
the look in her eye…

When everything dies,
there is only goodbye…

In a world full of hurt,
of anguish and pain…

What began as distraction,
always ends the same…

Leaving you drifting,
alone on life’s tide…

No matter the story,
or how hard you tried…

To keep it together and
fuel the raging fire…

It will always escape,
it will forever tire…

Leaving confusion,
anger and hurt…

Feelings of loneliness,
hearts covered in dirt…

And it’s for the best,
is what they will say…

The ones who wish,
they’d been able to play…

But will never fly high,
upon Magpie wings…

Or dance with the Devil,
as Lady Lust sings…

As your left thinking,
you could have done more…

Staring up at the stars,
knocked down to the floor…

Knowing your life,
will never be the same…

As you try to forget and
anesthetize your pain…

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“You were only waiting for this moment to be free”…

Please welcome Alethea as tonight’s guest poet!  You can read more of her work here:

http://www.theheronspath.com

If you would like to be featured – please send me your words to eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk
Cheers
J

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Threshold

I murmur the I,
I cannot open the door to emptiness, I fill with expectations,
I do not know the way deer recess into dappled light,
I do not know the way deer become forest,
someday when I am not upon the earth
water will still recede from rice fields,
redwing blackbirds will rise from tules,
mustard will sprout yellow buds,
someday my ashes will rain over the stubborn chaparral
and the carbon of my bones blend with the basalt outcrops,
and fill with expectation,
the way deer recess into dappled light,
the way deer become forest,
the way fault lines lift the land and hills of red rock
are scraped away, how slopes slump and rivulets
erode mountains, leaving space for the sky to fill,
and the deer disappear into forest
and the light filters down the branches of trees
erasing the I, and light is murmuring,
and doors open to emptiness, and ashes rain
a million years, and then the earth splits open
creating lake, murmuring the blackbird
and the mustard seeds spreading across hillocks,
islands rimming with tules, with sedge weed
and berry vine, still the I, still the forest,
still the deer disappearing into light

“The sound of loneliness turned up to ten”…

64

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This is my life,
my own private hell…

A fucked up misfit,
in a mental prison cell…

Trying so hard,
to please everyone…

Just to be liked,
to be someone’s Sun…

In a cold cruel world,
amidst so much pain…

Never getting it right,
always trying to explain…

Leaving me drained,
bitter and twisted…

Wishing to end it,
like I never existed…

As no one would care,
if I just disappeared…

No one would notice,
if the desk was cleared…

And from this moment,
I dropped off the radar…

Life would go on,
just without my scars…

Where someone else,
would take my place…

Another faceless number,
so easy to replace…

And totally forgotten,
in the blink of an eye…

So maybe now’s the time,
to simply say goodbye…

A final farewell,
to the silent herds…

Leave them a message,
in actions, not words…

As this is my life and
I can no longer take it…

Sick of my imperfections,
sick of being a misfit…

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“Your eyes are open and you’re on”…

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The Owl came to visit…
Sat high in the tree…

The harbinger of doom…
Of death and misery…

Presenting a warning…
That was hard to ignore…

And projected a vision…
Viewed sometime before…

Back in the day…
When it was needed… 

Sounding an alarm…
That
went unheeded…

In his darkest hours…
Lit up by witches…

Who cast their spells…
Sewing voodoo doll stiches…

And left their mark…
Whilst igniting his soul…

Setting his heart on fire…
As he lost all control…

But now it is back…
Looking down from above…

Delivering its message…
With a dark, strange love…

That has little context…
Yet laced with superstition…

As nature’s messenger…
Completes its mission…

Leaving him baffled…
And searching for clues…

To answer this riddle…
That’s designed to confuse…

Like the little Yellow ribbon…
That’s tied to the tree…

Fluttering in the wind…
For him to clearly see…

Back in the dark place…
He saw in his dream…

Where demons thrive…
Amidst silent screams…

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