“It’s such a shame, always ends the same”…

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He misses her…
He misses her so much…

He misses her face…
Misses her touch…

He misses her mouth…
He misses her kiss…

He misses her tongue…
Misses the pure bliss…

He misses the good…
He misses the bad…

He misses her lies…
Misses her scantily clad…

He misses her each minute…
He misses her every single day…

He misses her kindness…
Misses her evil ways…

He misses her laugh…
He misses her cry…

He misses her reassuring…
Misses her asking why…

He misses her anger…
He misses her hate…

He misses her impatience…
Misses her refusal to wait…

He misses her push…
He misses her pull…

He misses her being nice…
Misses her being spiteful…

He misses her smile…
He misses her tears…

He misses her loving arms…
Misses comforting her fears…

He misses her like crazy…
He misses her like a fool…

He misses her so badly…
Misses her being so cruel…

He missed all the signs…
He missed all the clues…

And he missed the fact…
That he’d been fucking used…

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Photo by Alibasarir

“But if you’re looking for fastlove”…

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There’s a place on the island…
Where he sometimes goes…

And he drinks to forget…
Everything that he knows…

A place called “The End”…
Where the vodka runs free…

And once he submerges…
He’s freed from reality…

Allowing him to indulge…
In every aspect of Lust…

And inviting his morals…
To crumble like dust…

Where he takes his pick…
Of the girls so very pretty…

From here and from there…
Escaping shadows of the city…

Who provide entertainment…
All different shades of sin…

The things that he dreams of…
And make his head spin…

Black stockings with heels…
White blouses, short skirts…

Chains upon leather…
With whips that will hurt…

A place where his fantasies…
Are there on demand…

Where beautiful women…
Act upon his command…

Whatever his fetish…
No matter the turn on…

Slaves to their master…
From night until dawn…

When real life awakens…
And he has to go home…

Back to his loving family…
And their monotonous tone…

But always dreaming about…
The next time he’ll escape…

And return to “The End”…
Where the forbidden awaits…

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“Strange that I was wrong enough, to think you’d love me too”…

Please welcome back Nathan for tonights guest poet slot.

This submission is entitled “Demanding Fantasy and Sleep”!

You can read more of Nathan’s work here:
 I hope you enjoy
Cheers
J
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“Demanding Fantasy and Sleep”

A desolate geography

of division and

painful degrees

where I exist as

…nothing at all.

She never loved me…

using me to further

her paths as if

a tool of support

to strip away excess bone

…and drunken tendons

revealing raw tenuous lines

between glistening truths

and rusted halves…

Embracing propaganda

to stampede

the sinew of dreams

as if trampling love

were some unifying

natural drive within.

You took advantage

of a pure emotion

seasoning innocence seductively

with tenderly sprinkled lies.

You used me…

blinding my will to survive.

The freedom of closure

…the grand desire…

for a serene rested heart.

Awaken with sincerity

…offer a pristine gift

of a well-earned apology

softly whispered and placed

beneath the needles

of a holiday tree…

“And most of us are not sure, if we have too much”…

Today I welcome a new guest poet – Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia, who kindly nominated me for the “Lovely Blog” award – as you may know, I am humbled to receive such awards, but not good at following the rules – so this is my version! You can see more of her work here : http://amoafowaa.wordpress.com/

Cheers
J

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GUILTY

Right hand in the left
Eyes bereft
Hoping to meet the sympathizer
Whose hands have been smeared with the sanitizer
Yet will take the dirt and put in the pesewa
Pity and awakening
I am truly guilty

In a big bungalow,
Complaining that money is in the low
I eat to my fill
And I’m able to the incinerator fill
While hunger seeps through the pores of the lot
Under the stormy or cooky shade
Pity and awakening
I am truly guilty

Two squared meals consumed
Beauty products, a must, presumed
Donning fanciful apparel
Polishing, enchanting and making surreal
My existence
While others moan in pain
Which crumps can ease
Pity and awakening
For I am truly guilty

Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia, 2013.

“You’re not to blame, always ends the same”…

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She will never forget you,
please be sure of that…

As you left an impression,
that remains where you sat…

In the darkened corner,
of her cruel, detached heart…

So cold and so isolated,
but no different from the start…

Of what became a saga,
that opened up her mind…

To a world of possibilities and
sinful distractions to find…

But something got lost,
somewhere along the way…

It vanished long ago,
but she was too weak to say…

And she couldn’t go on,
as it was hurting so much…

Your heart and her mind,
which is fate’s cruel touch…

To push people together,
believing it is so right…

Feeding their days and
infecting their nights…

But when reaching the point,
of making a decision…

The inner struggle begins and
it becomes a war of attrition…

As the angels within,
will fight tooth and nail…

To emerge victorious and
ensure they don’t fail…

It’s their ongoing mission,
to make her feel strong…

Finally reaching a conclusion,
even if you thought it was wrong…

But she will never forget you,
of that you can be sure …

As you remain in her dreams,
but infect her reality no more…

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“Hanging on to hope, when there is no hope to speak of”…

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The man with no eyes…
Walks up and down the train…
Simply begging for money…
It all seems so inhumane…
He has one limb missing…
Guides himself with a White stick…
Yet people try to ignore him…
As if he’s some kind of lunatic…

The child on the street…
Wrapped in a blanket of dirt…
Has been so mistreated…
A life filled with mistrust and hurt…
Scrambling around for any coins…
Dropped beneath our feet…
Or bravely asking aloud…
With a smile so sad, but so sweet…

The girl with her hand out…
Sits quietly on the stairs…
Praying someone takes pity…
Hoping that somebody cares…
Trying to make a living…
From the kindness of passers-by…
Yet nobody ever sees her…
Or the tears in her eyes…

What kind of world do we live in…
If they don’t beg, they don’t eat…
We don’t stop to ask their story…
Of how they ended up on the street…
Instead we attempt to avoid them…
And uncomfortably walk past…
Thanking our God it’s not us…
Who are treated like life’s outcast…

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“It’s such a shame, always ends the same”…

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He misses her…
He misses her so much…
He misses her face…
And misses her touch…

He misses her mouth…
He misses her kiss…
He misses her tongue…
And misses the pure bliss…

He misses the good…
He misses the bad…
He misses her lies…
And misses her scantily clad…

He misses her each minute…
He misses her every single day…
He misses her kindness…
And misses her evil ways…

He misses her laugh…
He misses her cry…
He misses her reassuring…
And misses her asking why…

He misses her anger…
He misses her hate…
He misses her impatience…
And misses her refusal to wait…

He misses her push…
He misses her pull…
He misses her being nice…
And misses her being spiteful…

He misses her smile…
He misses her tears…
He misses her loving arms…
And misses comforting her fears…

He misses her like crazy…
He misses her like a fool…
He misses her so badly…
And misses her being so cruel…

He missed all the signs…
He missed all the clues…
And he missed the fact,
that he’d been used…

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Photo by Alibasarir

“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

“You’ve got a thing about danger”…

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Her head and precious heart…
Want two very different things…

The devil is quietly dancing…
As lust’s wheel seductively spins…

Caught within a place…
No woman should ever be…

The rock and the hard stone…
Make things so difficult to see…

Torn between two worlds…
The have and the cannot…

This all feels so unfair…
It ties her mind in knots…

The life she has in front of her…
Another one in her dreams…

It’s all so fucking complicated…
And not as it all seems…

The one that she loves dearly…
Is cold and distant sometimes…

Yet the shadow in her dreams…
Haunts and vividly shines…

But that life is just a vision…
And can never ever be real…

But silently she questions…
Perhaps she could make a deal…

Would anyone even notice…
Nobody would really mind…

If she ignored her instincts…
Who knows what she may find…

But still she dare not do it…
Frozen in the bright headlights…

Not sure if she should stick or twist…
This struggle she quietly fights…

So many endless questions…
The who, the where and when…

She can’t even remember…
How this utter madness began…

So she keeps her mind shut…
And continues day by day…

Hoping this tormenting demon…
Will one day fly away…

Her head and precious heart…
In direct conflict with reality…

It’s an impossible situation…
That will only lead to her insanity…

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“Hanging on to hope, when there is no hope to speak of”…

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The man with no eyes…
Walks up and down the train…
Simply begging for money…
It all seems so inhumane…
He has one limb missing…
Guides himself with a White stick…
Yet people try to ignore him…
As if he’s some kind of lunatic…

The child on the street…
Wrapped in a blanket of dirt…
Has been so mistreated…
A life filled with mistrust and hurt…
Scrambling around for any coins…
Dropped beneath our feet…
Or bravely asking aloud…
With a smile so sad, but so sweet…

The girl with her hand out…
Sits quietly on the stairs…
Praying someone takes pity…
Hoping that somebody cares…
Trying to make a living…
From the kindness of passers-by…
Yet nobody ever sees her…
Or the tears in her eyes…

What kind of world do we live in…
If they don’t beg, they don’t eat…
We don’t stop to ask their story…
Of how they ended up on the street…
Instead we attempt to avoid them…
And uncomfortably walk past…
Thanking our God it’s not us…
Who are treated like life’s outcast…

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