“There’s nothing that can change your mind”…

Please welcome Zee as my latest Guest Poet.

You can read more of Zee’s work here: https://zeefbaby78.wordpress.com/

If you would like to be featured as a Guest Poet, email your words to eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers

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Who do you love?
Is it that guy always happy
You look at her and feel kinda lucky
Life bright with affection, extremely sunny
Cannot wait to see his face, acting perky
The centre of your world, capital city
Foundation of your life, strong and sturdy
Your personal brand of heroine, a drug junkie
A true Hollywood belle, Angelina Jolie
In short he’s the one, Jet Li
Time spent together moves too quickly
Does not get better than this, heavenly
Moving too fast, furiously
Summertime over, weather cloudy
Winter is coming, Catelyn Tully
Growing slightly apart, paths diverging
He’s trying too hard, getting clumsy
Her response a bit delayed, dilly dallying
The centre cannot hold, tsunami
Things falling apart, Chinua Achebe
All feelings become numb eventually
You look at her and all you see is plain ordinary
You talk to him and find nothing extraordinary
Now ask yourself
Who do you love?

“Does anyone have a number here, for letting go”…

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Speeding through the water…
Cutting like a knife…

Leaving behind all troubles…
The memories and the strife…

And constant little reminders…
Of the dark path of regret…

Whilst dancing with distraction…
That’s been so hard to forget…

To an island lost in time…
Where no one knows your face…

Surrounded by total strangers…
Living life at a slower pace…

Who take you as they find you…
No trace of your history…

Where any mistakes made…
Remain a total mystery…

Out of sight, out of mind…
A chance to lock the box…

Focus on the here and now…
Allow the past to be lost…

Wiped from your memory…
Like some bad. bad dream…

That interrupts your sleep…
Making you silently scream…

Wishing it never happened…
Knowing you can’t be cleansed…

As all the deep dark secrets…
Became sins that simply stained…

The inside of your mind…
And deep within your soul…

Etched inside your spirit…
A sadness you can’t console…

But on this tiny island…
There is a chance to heal…

Pretend it never happened…
Remember how to feel…

Be reminded what it was…
To carry pure innocence…

A feeling so very powerful…
A feeling so damn intense…

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“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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“She had me losing my mind”…

What’s his story…?

Little did I think that posting this:

https://eyewillnotcry.wordpress.com/2014/11/10/she-lies-and-says-shes-in-love-with-him/

Would lead me to opening up my first ever poetry challenge to you all, but so it has come to pass!

Regular readers will know I think there are 3 sides to every story, his, hers and the truth inbetween.

So further to a couple of comments asking for “HIS” side of the story, I would like to invite anyone to write one and submit to me.

All submissions will be posted, along with a link to your blog if you have one, so you can showcase your other work.

Please submit words, photo and youtube clip to eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

If you can’t think of a song or photo, don’t worry, I can help with that.

First to submit for this challenge is a powerful piece from Xiaofu46 over at http://thejourneyfromtheretohere.wordpress.com/author/xiaofu46/

I hope you enjoy and it inspires more of you to write in.

Enjoy

Cheers
J

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Love never had is love never lost

She spoke of how he treated her,
she speaks of it still.

The complaints and degradation,
beating on her will.

He said this and he did that,
he turned the kid’s hearts black.

No, they love, those that love them,
but she just turned her back.

The things she heard from his lips,
were indeed fighting words.

But after fucking other men,
no anger from him would be absurd.

There is no law in this wide land,
enforcing fidelity to your spouse.

She knows this and her lovers too,
will be quiet as a mouse.

What she doesn’t say or wish to,
is how few and far between.

These cruel words and deeds were heard,
experienced and seen.

Also you’ll never hear from her,
her deeds when she was wrong.

Adultery, lies for 20 years,
abusing love so long.

She won’t speak of his forgiveness,
putting her wrongs aside.

Or of him bringing fine things,
to her from the world outside.

I submit to proven things and
crimes committed, mine.

She’ll move on and tell her tales,
to some one new, that’s fine.

A simple look of pain expressed,
is all it takes for some.

They don’t even need to hear the words,
to believe her siren’s song.

That was then and burns it does,
to walk from a just fight.

But soon enough, not by my hand,
she’ll learn the wrong from right.

So she can spout about her life and
family she had lost.

Even her children scorn her now,
because she loves herself the most.

She has a family large and strong,
their warmth had been a shelter.

Not good enough, it was too tough,
to not act so helter skelter.

And when she comes to her next one,
with nothing of her own.

She’ll use their heart and drain their life,
chew them to the bone.

One last note for those that read,
look into your lover’s eyes.

If they have no warmth or depth of life,
their past is simply shadows, smears and lies.

“Leave the lights on when I go, so I can watch you down below”…

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Gazing from upon high…
Suspended in mid-air…
Leaving far behind…
All the troubles, all the cares…

Floating through the clouds…
And high above the rain…
Looking down upon them…
The ones who caused such pain…

Finally tasting freedom…
From the chains that restrict…
Ensuring each and every day…
Became so easy to predict…

As life fell into a pattern…
Such a long, long time ago…
And ever since the incident…
It all felt so very hollow…

And became an empty shell…
Like a clock without any time…
A compass with no direction…
This was the result of their crime…

And left a broken, empty soul…
That was devoid of all positivity…
Sentenced to a mental prison…
Walking on hands and knees…

Never able to move forward…
Not knowing how to rebuild…
Locked such deep darkness…
It left life so unfulfilled…

With opportunities not taken…
And experiences missed…
Confidence was always low…
Like a virgin never kissed…

Now things are very different…
The weight has been removed…
There will be no more torment…
As there’s nothing left to prove…

Because looking down from high…
And suspended in mid-air…
They are all left far behind…
And this feeling can’t compare…

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“Someone had to pay for this with love”…

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She dreams of castles,
Kings, Queens and Knights…

He wants a stranger,
to kiss him on first sight…

She likes pretty flowers and
the scent of a yellow rose…

He loves visualising,
her explicit naked pose…

She wants his protection,
to be safe in his arms…

He wants to undress her and
be seduced by her charms…

She likes the White lace,
so soft upon her skin…

He likes the Black leather,
it fills him with dark sin…

She wants to taste heaven,
like the movie scripts sell…

He wants her to devour him and
drag him down to Hell…

She likes it soft and loving,
so gentle and so kind…

He loves it rough and ready and
dirty fucking from behind…

She likes it in the dark and
quietly closes her eyes…

He loves to see her naked and
hear her scream and cry…

She loves to drift off,
him wrapped around her…

He wants to keep going and
have the action recur…

She loves him so much,
wants to keep him near…

He gently whispers the words,
he knows she wants to hear…

She’s totally besotted and
knows that he’s the one…

He’s such a fucking fraud,
will escape once morning comes…

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Submission for Sal’s #lacechallenge – see more here: https://sjw2014.wordpress.com/about/

“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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“We may lose and we may win”…

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So, in the midst of a busy week that has thrown up more questions than answers on a personal matter, this blog was nominated for an award. Nominated twice actually, which really made me smile and was quite humbling.

It is not the first time; you may remember that previously, the lovely Nina from http://wordsthatflowlikewater.wordpress.com/2013/06/06/inspiring-the-very-inspiring-blogger-award/  Nominated this blog for the “Very Inspiring Blog” award – which was really nice of her.

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This achievement has now been followed up by both Richard from http://richardankerswrites.wordpress.com/2013/08/05/the-versatile-blogger-award/ and Christine from http://crissyb315.wordpress.com/2013/08/05/the-versatile-blogger-award/ nominating this blog for the “Versatile blogger award”.  Which again, is really nice and I am truly humbled.

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Both these awards come with things that need to be done and I have to admit, I am pretty poor at these – however, the fact that these awards come from wordpress peers does mean a lot and whilst I have little of interest about myself to do any sort of list, I do feel the need to spread the word of others blogs.

The below are 10 blogs that I read and follow – and I would encourage you to try them out for size – these are just a snapshot as I follow a huge amount – so if your blog isn’t below, it is not reflection on you – more an opportunity.

Please leave a comment and let people know where they can find you – this could be an opportunity for all of us to build up our wordpress base? Not sure if this will even work, but don’t be shy – we all want to be read – even if we do not think what we produce is worth reading!

So, here is a snapshot in addition to the 3 above and in no order:

http://stevehi312.wordpress.com/

http://helenvalentina.com/

http://shakeyourtailfeathers.wordpress.com/

http://busymindthinking.com/

http://kwicksand.wordpress.com/

http://apurvakj.wordpress.com/

http://sagedoyle.wordpress.com/

http://thedrugstorenotebook.co/

http://randomblurting.wordpress.com

https://morganlefaysblog.wordpress.com/

So, a song to leave this ramble – I watched an Eagles documentary last night and really enjoyed it, so have a few tunes floating round in my head – this one is a message for the weekend – “Take it easy” – no more words needed – well, unless you wish to comment!

Enjoy

“It is as it is” – For Cancer Research…

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Well…

Not quite sure what to say, but the paperback version of this book of poems is ready to buy earlier than planned! If you click the picture it should take you through to the lulu webpage.

It’s taken a while from concept to delivery, some road humps along the way, but it is not too bad for a first attempt.

All profit from this project will be collated over the next 12 months and donated to Cancer Research.

For your information, the cost to make each book is £4.10, so each purchase will mean a donation of £5.89. I will keep a running total on a fixed page somewhere so you can keep track if you are interested.

A hardback version will follow, but the cost price on that is huge, so I am not sure if there will be much in the way of selling / donations. Time will tell.

When I started this blog, I did it in secret and for the most part, I still do. I wrote and continue to write for therapy under servere pressure, trying to hold my head and my sanity together whilst the world around me fell apart. Watching my Father slip away crowned an amazing 15 month period in my life that couldn’t have been written by the best script writers.

But I am still here, still trying to get through life like we all do – It’s fair to say I have been on the ropes, but not knocked out…

I appreciate that many of you have read my words and have been subjected to my torrid last few months – for that I apologise and thank you in equal measure. Most of you are faceless to me, but you all have a talent in writing and reading others work inspires me to do better and look at my own work through a different lens.

I have had help and encouragement from offline too and they know who they are – so thank you!!

I hope that you are able to donate to this cause, but if not, the poems remain on the site and who knows, a volume 2 may evolve– so thanks again for reading and enjoy.

Cheers

J

“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…
It burnt 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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