The Fall…

fallen

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The descent of the man…
Who fell from so very high…

Now lives the life of a stranger…
The direct result of his lies…

A shadow of his former self…
All he knew now lies in tatters…

Barely clinging onto his sanity…
He’s lost everything that matters…

Unable to go back and rectify…
Those damaging past mistakes…

Which cast a long dark shadow…
And make his flawed heart ache…

Reminding him on a daily basis…
Of the decisions that he made…

That when in need of self-control…
His moral compass began to fade…

When the thrill of that chase…
Became a high speed adventure…

In believing he was untouchable…
Higher and higher he did venture…

Lost in moments of sweet seduction…
A feeling of total invincibility…

Ignoring the guidance he was given…
Believing his deeds had invisibility…

Never giving a second thought…
To the consequences of his actions…

Just basking in the searing heat…
Of those late, late night distractions…

Where sinful demons led the way…
While lust danced with his mind…

He drank in every single second…
As his soul became consigned…

But as it all started to unravel…
As cracks quickly  began to appear…

He became backed into a corner…
With nowhere to hide or disappear…

As that sudden guilt realisation…
Overcame him much, much too late…

And everything else that followed…
Was a glass of Karma, mixed with Fate…

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Avalanche” Covered by Nick Cave

Guest Poet Week – Thank You…

A big thank you to all my Guest Poets this week – I hope you enjoyed them

In case you missed them, there is a summary link below to each of the featured poets and poems

If you would like to submit for a Guest Poet slot, please email eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk to be considered
Cheers
J

crying_eye

https://eyewillnotcry.com/2017/01/22/guest-poet-1-chasm-of-nothing/

https://eyewillnotcry.com/2017/01/23/guest-poet-2-exposed/

https://eyewillnotcry.com/2017/01/24/guest-poet-3/

https://eyewillnotcry.com/2017/01/25/guest-poet-4-fallen-angel/

https://eyewillnotcry.com/2017/01/26/guest-poet-5-baby-the-sky-is-roaring/

Guest Poet 5 – Baby, The Sky Is Roaring…

This week, these pages are turned over to selected Guest Poets – I hope you are enjoying!

Guest Poet number Five is another first time submitter, so please welcome Samdarella!

Follow this link if you want to read more of Samdarella’s work: https://jarofdarkstars.wordpress.com

If you would like to send a submission in for a future Guest Poet spot, please email eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers
J

sam

Part 2

After a while,
The sky still hasn’t hurt me.
Though I’m lying in the cold
I feel less empty.
I’ve stopped waiting for you.
Stopped calling out your name.
Held onto Hope again
And faced the sky with shame.

Baby, the sky is crying.
Tears tapping my senses to wake.
Differentiating sensations of feelings
As oppose to the fake…
Ones I felt with you.
Warmth from your touch on those nights,
More scorching than comforting
That’s why they didn’t feel right.
Baby, the sky is crying.
Wrapping me up in feels.
Cleaning away all your infections from my wounds
to allow them to heal.
Baby, the sky is roaring.
Shaking the earth with its vibrations.
Cracking through my skull
And breaking away your words of affections,
Scaring my heart into beating again.
Pulsing with renewed fondness
Towards a world I left behind,
Sharper now without your nearness.
Baby, the sky is striking.
And in its brightness
Can I now see your horns
Behind your false kindness.
Baby, the sky is roaring.
And so am I.
Today was my redemption.
And I’m leaving you fatally, far behind.

Once the storm slows
And the sky begins to clear,
Though my eyes may be open
My spirit will no longer be here.

And, baby, you weren’t here
When I asked for a cure.
So I turned to the sky
To wash me pure.

Rule No.1 – We don’t talk about death here.
Rule No.2 – Only when the devil is here, Rule No.1 is a lie.
Rule No.2 – We talk about life here.

Guest Poet 4 – Fallen Angel…

This week, these pages are turned over to selected Guest Poets – I hope you enjoy!

Guest Poet number four needs no introduction and I am thrilled to welcome back the beautiful and much loved Cate!

If you would like to read more of Cate’s work, please use the search function on this blog!

If you would like to send a submission in for a future Guest Poet spot, please email eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers
J

cate
My conscience whispers
Deep into my heart
Fallen angel
Wings clipped
To never fly

Inner turmoil churns
Deep to my core
Fallen angel
Halo slipped
Makes Venus sigh

Darkness broods over
Crimson ink swirls
Fallen angel
Smile fades
The devil tries

Temptation weaves again
Horned shadows advance
Fallen Angel
Listens intently
Hears doves cry

Reason leaves me
Hell breaks loose
Fallen Angel
Rules broken
No understanding why

Golden head bowed
On pennant knees
Fallen Angel
Truth wins
Lust must die

Internal voices clash
Thunder rumbles on
Fallen angel
Needs cleansing
Raindrops will purify

Saviour stands strong
Heart opens wide
Fallen Angel
Drawn willingly
Steps gratefully inside

Sunshine warms me
Pale skin glows
Fallen angel
Lifted up
Seeking the sky

My fire returns
Burning embers ignite
Fallen angel
Soul stirred
Chance to try

Holding on tight
Testing wings tentatively
Fallen angel
Burden lighter
Never to lie

Competing voices quieten
Silenced by love
Fallen angel
Breathes deep
Then takes flight

Guest Poet 3 – Celtic Green…

This week, these pages are turned over to selected Guest Poets – I hope you enjoy!

My third Guest Poet has also submitted a first time post– so please welcome Donna!

You can read more of Donna’s work here: https://pettingcatpoetry.com/

If you would like to send a submission in for a future Guest Poet spot, please email eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers

J

donna

There it is the Celtic green
Dancing under the chin
Traveling down the arm
Sharing places where music has been

A color imbibed in photosynthesis
Inspired by the sun
Central to the stage
Where my vision is drawn

Green pendant of peace
Draped and bespoke
It sways to the artists reverie
A sensual accord evoked

Ritualistic gesture
Inclined to inspire
But the magic is in the music
Void slight of hand and attire

Guest Poet 2 – Exposed…

This week, these pages are turned over to selected Guest Poets – I hope you enjoy!

My second Guest Poet has submitted for the first time– so please welcome Sixymama!

You can read more of Sixymama’s work here: https://sixymamaforthefuture.wordpress.com/

If you would like to send a submission in for a future Guest Poet spot, please email eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers

J

wendy

It’s moments like this when I want to hurt myself

and cut my skin until it bleeds

I want to feel the pain that comes with opening it up

seeing my blood, my tissues exposed to bleed

It swells through the cut, floods over and drips down

moves forward like a slow tide on a warm day inexorable inevitable

My blood my life my red – I want to feel something else

I want to not be so pent up hung up so angry frustrated

FEELING I WANT TO CUT OFF and why can’t I be quiet

and not feel it all when I want to

Why does it strike at the wrong times like now like then like always

My chest hurts it squeezes it pains me

I wish it were a heart attack but I know the truth

It is not a problem with my heart

It is a problem with my soul my me my mine

It makes my chest hurt, but  not the hurt I actually want to feel

But a hurt that didn’t scare me enough to shut it off

I want a heart attack, I want to die, I want to cease

I hate to be angry and yet it is me

I hate myself, I hate myself, I hate myself, my selfless self

Myself of selfishness and selflessness myself that is here shut in the dark locked away

breathing but dying more each day

I wish I could cut myself

But I can’t because if I do

I don’t think I could stop

Guest Poet 1 – Chasm of Nothing…

This week, these pages are turned over to selected Guest Poets – I hope you enjoy!

First up is a long-time friend and supporter of this blog – please welcome back Keith!

You can read more of Keith’s work here: https://keithakenel.wordpress.com/

If you would like to send a submission in to be a future Guest Poet, please email eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers

J

keith

Anger that once ruled us no longer drives our lives
But there’s a world of difference between a roommate and a wife.
Grateful for our truce and cessation of unholy war
But I miss your loving touch and long for so much more.

Mariana chasm between palliation and pleasure,
There is no special of the day; tasteless broth forever soup du jour.
Agony I suffered, like a man upon a cross,
Has been replaced by void, I am thankful for the loss.
To mantra of the cutters I do not adhere,
I choose nothing over pain; yet still I shed such tears.

There is no satisfaction in being a numb man,
Golem who stumbles through his day without a master plan.
World that once made me smile, now quickly wears quite thin,
I should be looking to the future but keep dreaming of where I’ve been.
Wish that I could hold you, embrace you with all my might,
But my heart can’t bear the strain and my strength is gone from sight.

Anger that once ruled us no longer drives our lives
But there’s a world of difference between a roommate and a wife.
Grateful for our truce and cessation of unholy war
But I miss your loving touch and long for so much more.

Our satin sheeted bed, where we once pulsed to paradise,
Has been stripped away, and our love has paid the price.
Our dalliance in Eden’s garden, where every month was sweetest May,
Had grown thick with weeds, no longer did blossoms hold sway.
Thankful nettle infested thickets that had become our bed
Have been cleared of thorns; sadly, nothing’s left in their stead.

Here we’re stuck in greyest neutral, with no forward nor reverse,
Don’t know if lack of pain is a blessing or a curse.
Ingesting tasteless nourishment is hard thing to get down;
Swimming in passionless sea keeps me wondering if I’ll just drown.
Mariana chasm between palliation and pleasure,
Surely’s got me wondering how much more nothing I can endure.

Anger that once ruled us no longer drives our lives
But there’s a world of difference between a roommate and a wife.
Grateful for our truce and cessation of unholy war
But I miss your loving touch and long for so much more.