“I’ll never find anyone to replace you”…

remember

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They remember the time…
It was fresh, it was new…

When it was their secret…
And only they knew…

Remembering the feelings…
Those trembling words…

And subliminal messages…
That only they heard…

Remembering the moments…
Stolen from each other…

And the conversations…
That ended in the gutter…

Remembering the chills…
When their eyes first met…

The flash of electricity…
Moments they’ll never forget…

Remembering the kiss…
That sparked it all…

A single strike of lightning…
That became a fireball…

Remembering that night…
When everything twisted…

Reality became fantasy…
As inhibition was lifted…

Remembering the aftermath…
The confusion that followed…

A host of mixed messages…
And bitter pills swallowed…

Remembering those words…
Cutting like a knife…

Destroying each memory…
Made deep in the night…

Remembering the hurt…
All the tears and the pain…

That drove a wedge between…
And vowed never again…

Remembering the bond…
Lost with a roll of the dice…

And those starlight lovers…
Who paid the ultimate price

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“I am flying, I am glowing – LOOK AT ME NOW!”…

cave

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The dark, dark preacher
With raven black hair

Eyes full of mystery
Projects an icy stare

At those laid out before him…
The gathered congregation

A church of all religions
Stood in hushed anticipation…

Awaiting him to deliver
Words from his soul

The poetry from the deep…
Within a world he controls

Creating all the characters
And guiding their destiny

Before taking their life…
As they beg and they plea…

For mercy from this madman…
The man who never lived

A reformed fucking junkie…
Who the Gods may not forgive

Yet still he stands there
With tales of death and gloom

Captivating his audience…
Inspiring them with doom

As sonnets of depressive misery
And stories of destruction

Enter the gatherings mind…
Sucking them into a storm

That rages upon high
Above the Netherworld masters…

Making their eyes cry
And leaving them breathless…

Transformed and transfixed
Being touched by his spirit

Elevating their souls
Leaving them utterly bewitched…

By the madman preacher
And his dark. dark sermons

The man who slayed the dragon…
But still battles his demons…

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“In the end I’m not interested in that which I fully understand…
The words I have written over the years are just a veneer…
There are truths that lie beneath the surface of the words…
Truths that rise up without warning like the humps of a sea monster and then disappear…
What performance and song is to me is finding a way to tempt the monster to the surface…
To create a space where the creature can break through what is real and what is known to us…
This shimmering space where imagination and reality intersect…
This is where all love and tears and joy exist…
This is the place…
This is where we live”…

Nick Cave – 20,000 Days on Earth…

 

“And we know there’s no need to forgive”…

tree-birds

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The little bird glides…
Upon broken wings…

Burdened by pain…
And unable to sing…

Not able to focus…
On the world around…

Her ears are deaf…
Can’t hear a sound…

Consumed by the black…
That covers her eyes…

Distorts all her senses…
She’s blind as she flies…

Into the huge storm…
That rages ahead…

Battling her demons…
Who want her dead…

Struggling to find…
A sanctuary shelter…

A safe place to land…
Someone to help her…

To tend her wounds…
See her though the night…

Ease all her worries…
Listen to her plight…

Someone she can trust…
With her inner fears…

Hold her so very tight…
And dry all her tears…

Instead she is left…
So cold and all alone…

Far far away from…
Where she calls home…

And the one she left…
Who broke her heart…

Leaving her needing…
To make a fresh start…

Where she can begin…
To rebuild and live…

Never, ever intending…
To look back and forgive…

“Sunlight wouldn’t melt her, this is how I found her”…

kiss

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Sugar coated lips,
spinning silver lies…

Flashing pure lust,
from honey trap eyes…

Playing her games and
drawing you in…

Truth became dare,
on a night of pure sin…

Speaking in Voodoo,
weaving a spell…

Exploiting your weakness,
she knew you too well…

Never saying anything,
but always just enough…

Designed to be intriguing,
in a simple double bluff…

Trapping your mind and
twisting your thoughts…

Promising maybes,
yet delivering nought…

Leaving you breathless,
full of frustration…

Filling your head with,
thoughts of temptation…

But left you hanging,
feeling like a fool…

Nothing was real,
in her fantasy whirlpool…

And now she’s gone,
without saying goodbye…

Her promises disappear,
on the winds gentle sigh…

As you try so hard,
to get her out of your head…

Remove the images and
words that she said…

Whilst you stand there dazed,
dazzled and confused…

It was fun whilst it lasted,
but you know you were used…

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“And the mercy seat is waiting”…

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He will tell you stories…
Of how he was fooled…
How she seduced him…
With eyes made of jewels…
Spinning words of poetry…
Speaking in tongues…
Seductive and emotional…
Breathing lust into his lungs…

He will tell you stories…
Of her wit and her charm…
That caught him off-guard…
And disabled his alarm…
Bringing down his walls…
Allowing the beast in…
Infecting his dreams…
With darkness and sin…

He will tell you stories…
Of how deeply he fell…
For a make believe world…
That became a living Hell…
Craving her company…
Obsessed with her life…
Painting vivid pictures…
In his mind at night…

He will tell you stories…
Of dark hotel rooms…
An alternate double life…
That lifted his gloom…
Breaking the monotony…
Of each draining day…
And stolen moments…
Held under her sway…

And he’ll tell you stories…
Of how she changed…
Of how it all ended…
Becoming estranged…
Which left him so empty…
A black hole in his life…
And how he responded…
With anger and a knife…

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“Trying to keep an eye on you”…

cam

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Sat in the corner,
of a cheap hotel room…

Champagne in hand,
camera on zoom…

As the action unfolded,
in the dark of nightfall…

The twisted voyeur,
captured it all…

Watching her victim,
chained to the bed…

Blindfold and handcuffs,
arms and legs spread…

The vice girl has finished,
walked out the door…

After fucking him hard,
he was begging for more…

But she left with her money,
no questions were asked…

Unwittingly starring in,
this very visual act…

Caught through the lens,
of the sick voyeur’s tool…

And now it’s her turn,
she knows what to do…

With the camera recording,
she leans over him…

Kisses his sweet lips,
before plunging the knife in…

Straight into his heart,
without any hesitation…

Watching him die,
with a cruel fascination…

Smiling so sweetly,
as his life ebbs away…

So high on the feeling,
produced by killing her prey…

And bringing herself slowly,
to an orgasmic state of mind…

Before returning to her screen,
to replay and rewind…

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“Whispers of hope, are not quite enough”…

tree

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He and She…
Sitting in a tree…
K. I. S. S. I. N. G…

As the branch broke…
They fell to the ground…

Not able to move…
Not making a sound…

Staring at each other…
Realising it was over…

Not wanting to admit it…
Or lose the four leaf clover…

That had cast a spell…
Over their eyes…

Leaving just shadows…
Wrapped up in lies…

As the luck they found…
Had simply disappeared…

And in a heartbeat…
The silence had appeared…

Leaving nothing behind…
But bitter tears…

Falling to the ground…
As minutes became years…

And without any contact…
Without any conversation…

The wounds got deeper…
Lost in translation…

As hope was lost…
The dream had ended…

And as darkness fell…
The evil descended…

Infecting both hearts…
Distorting the facts…

And when battle commenced…
There was no turning back…

As what was once…
Remained no more…

The ship had sailed…
And gone to war…

Where no one wins…
No victory is tasted…

Just a stark reminder…
Of what was wasted…

He and She…
Sitting in a tree…
K. I. S. S. I. N. G…

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