“Let’s kiss this thing goodbye”…

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Bite the bullet and
extract the bitter sting…

Because her constant lies,
are wearing so thin…

It’s time to end this and
to call it a day…

It’s a no win situation,
no matter what people say…

As the moment is past and
the story has ended…

Now it’s time to move on and
allow wounds to be mended…

And your head to clear,
erasing each painful memory…

Whilst freeing yourself,
from the mental agonies…

That came with the territory,
walking hand in hand…

Now it’s time to remove,
your head from the sand…

And simply admit defeat,
in this noble gesture…

That in cold stark reality,
had begun to fester…

As a clean break was,
both required and needed…

You should have listened and
you should have heeded…

The forewarned words,
that your ears were told…

Instead of listening,
to her lies spun with gold…

So this is the start and
now reality begins…

Time to remove everything,
that’s curled up within…

Your locked up boxes,
go and hide them away…

Kiss the memories goodbye,
end your heart’s decay…

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“Everybody here seems to be sleepwalking”…

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Sat in the half light,
surveying the city…

Invisible to all,
yet searching for pity…

For someone to notice,
or give me a sign…

That I exist and
that I am “FINE”

As I look around,
watching damaged souls…

All bitter and twisted,
all growing old…

Eyes looking down,
shoulders hunched…

As the fists of life,
have repeatedly punched…

Each individual,
square on the chin…

Extracting the fun,
removing the grin…

That once appeared,
upon their faces…

Before the Devil,
tied up their laces…

Playing his tricks,
weakening each mind…

Opened up to suggestion,
distractions to find…

And tarnishing them,
beyond all repair…

Leaving hearts and souls,
in deep dark despair…

Sleepwalking an Earth,
that’s constantly revolving…

Never looking up and
never ever evolving…

As each day passes,
edging closer to death…

Our final moments and
our final breath…

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Amazing photo by http://suemcgilveray.blogspot.co.uk/2013/11/london-millenium-bridge-monochrome.html

“But half of me, deserves everything he gets”…

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He’s found a way to live…
Devoid of all emotion…
A simple trick of the mind…
Sets the wheels in motion…

Locking it all away…
Preventing any tears…
That would flood his eyes…
If he remembered all the years…
 
The good times and the bad…
All his stupid mistakes…
On the road that he has travelled…
The decisions that he’s made…

In the search of distraction…
Whilst hidden in plain sight…
But distorting his reality…
Under the cover of night…
 
When he becomes another…
Assumes that personality…
The one that he keeps hidden…
So no one else can see…

Like Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde…
At the flick of a switch…
A quick transformation…
Like a spell cast by a witch…

Turning to the dark side…
Tuning into evil thoughts…
Listening to the demons…
Forgetting all he was taught…

And living in the shadows…
Searching for like minds…
Those who understand him…
Not judging what they find…

But then he forgets it all…
In the light of the morning sun…
Pretends it never happened…
And moves on, starts to run…

Like a scared little child…
A boy just like Peter Pan…
Who never really grew up…
Or understood life’s plan…

Trapped in a prison…
His own private cell…
He can never escape it…
Some days it feels like Hell…

So he’s found a way to live…
Devoid of all emotion…
It’s how he now exists…
And the path that he has chosen…

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“If your asking me, I say no surrender”…

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He lives in a world…
Of his own creation…
So brave and so fearless…
And without hesitation…
Walking tall and proud…
Just embracing life…
Growing stronger each day…
Never thinking twice…
Viewing everything…
Through different eyes…
Young, pure and innocent…
Not tainted by lies…
Living in a bubble…
Of total protection…
Each day an education…
And full of reflection…
Where the stresses and strains…
Of this cruel Earth…
Have remained out of sight…
Since his day of birth…

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He never ever worries…
About what is to come…
Living life in the moment…
Basking in the warm sun…
Whilst laughing and joking…
Ignoring all the rules…
But knowing right from wrong…
And not suffering fools…
Never surrendering…
To any negative thoughts…
Or seeing the bigger picture…
Of what lies before…
The mistakes he will make…
When following the crowd…
And when circumstances…
Don’t make him proud…
But he will live his life…
And do it his own way…
Filling me with pride…
Each and every day…

~

“Eye Will Not Cry” – What’s it all about?…

“Words are like weapons, they wound sometimes” is a lyric by Cher and such a true statement that fits into all aspects of our life.

Verbally, words have the capacity to rip you in half, yet I find that when words are written on a page, it somehow feels even more poignant.

In some way, it adds a bit of gravitas to what is being said and of course, without the tone or body language to accompany, the written words then become open to individual interpretation.

I find it interesting that different things can be read into words set as lyrics or poems. Both have played a huge part of my life and as you will see through these pages, I have been inspired by other people’s words for this blog.

A song title, a lyric here or a sentence there ~ provoking a trickle of inspiration and leading to a flood of words of my own. They are just words, however they can be read in so many ways and they carry so much, or so little, depending on the intent of the writer, or of course the desire of the reader.

With all the above in mind, “Eye Will Not Cry” is a collection of rambles from a now 40 yr old. Amongst the longer rambles (They are in here somewhere) are poems and each poem is accompanied by a musical soundtrack via the youtube link.

I encourage you to listen to the songs and connect the dots yourself. However, please note, that the connection between my words and the music is mine – your interpretation of my words, is of course yours.

Some poems make sense, some don’t. Some reveal a lot, some reveal nothing at all. Don’t take it all at face value, but read between the lines. Please read this with your soul and ignore the warning signs.

Looking only for poems on this blog – quickest way is click this link

If you would like to suggest a song for future use – please add a comment below and I will see what I can do.

To become a guest poet, please email photo, words and youtube clip to eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk – all are welcome!

Cheers

J

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Eye will not cry…

Eye will stay strong…

Eye know they lied…

Eye know they were wrong…

Eye felt such a fucking fool…

Eye was so very blind…

Eye didn’t see it coming…

Eye went out of my mind…

Eye just couldn’t sleep…

Eye felt so very sad…

Eye began to hate them…

Eye really took it bad…

Eye tried my best to move on…

Eye got overwhelmed by it all…

Eye just couldn’t let it go…

Eye wanted them to feel small…

Eye started to despise them…

Eye couldn’t let go of the past…

Eye watched them from a distance…

Eye felt like such an outcast…

Eye couldn’t erase the memory…

Eye wanted to gain revenge…

Eye wanted to hit them hard…

Eye wanted to avenge…

Eye now regret my actions…

Eye know I lost control…

Eye became so obsessed…

Eye got sucked into a dark hole…

Eye didn’t mean to hurt them…

Eye got swept up in my hate…

Eye now feel so very sick…

Eye know it’s much too late…

Eye cannot change the past…

Eye can’t undo what has been done…

Eye can only move forward…

Eye hate what I’ve become…

Eye will never cry…

Eye will continue to stay strong…

Eye know that deep inside…

Eye can admit that I was wrong…

~

“If we are going to Hell, we might as well enjoy the fall”…

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Is he still a good person…
If Jesus is not in his heart…
If he doesn’t believe in religion…
And he didn’t agree from the start…

Does it mean that he is a Devil…
Someone to be despised…
And considered a mortal horror…
When viewed through someone else’s eyes…

Is he going to be banned from heaven…
The place we all should aspire to…
Will the spirit elevator just take him down…
To the basement below level two…

Is he destined to walk the Earth forever…
Because no one will take his soul in…
Should he start to hedge his bets…
And perhaps let one of them win…

Does it mean that his soul is branded…
As simply not a worthy man…
Because he won’t get on his knees…
And shout “God, I’m your biggest fan”

And even if that’s what he did…
Which God would want him the most…
So many of them to choose from…
And he’s lacking a quiz show host…

If he sits and asks for forgiveness…
Beg to be cleansed of his sins…
Confess all his crimes on a night time…
Perhaps one of them may let him in…

He’s got time to figure this out…
But only God knows just how long…
As the end is getting closer…
Will God tell him if he calls it wrong…

Because religion doesn’t inspire him…
It looks like a cult for the damned…
There are ones that abuse its children…
And others who blow up their men…

Some people will knock on his door…
And tell him about this mythical being…
What do they know that he doesn’t…
What does he miss that they’re seeing…

So please, is he still a good person…
If Jesus doesn’t enter his heart…
If he doesn’t buy into religion…
By the time he is due to depart…

~

“So on your mask of make up, you just paint a little parody of pain”…

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We are cursed by time,
as we chase the sun…

In our constant battle,
to look and stay young…

Whilst life’s cruel joke,
recurs again and again…

And superficial Humans,
all want the same…

To hold onto our youth,
the eternal quest…

As it begins to wither,
despite all protests…

And a desperate need,
to feel so wanted…

Be desired, attractive and
not left disappointed…

Whilst life takes its toll and
time begins to ravage…

Each line and each wrinkle,
leaves us feeling so savage…

Because beauty within,
feels like it’s just a myth…

We never believed it and
soft skin we miss…

Paying good money,
in search of any cure…

Trying to turn back time,
whilst remaining so insecure…

Within a painful world,
that promotes the young…

Leaving the experienced,
wondering what we’ve done…

When it’s only Mother Nature,
holding her course…

Be it animal or Human,
be it man, woman or horse…

All are cursed yet,
only Humans chase the sun…

In our feeble battle,
to look and stay young…

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“Every little lie makes you look so dumb”…

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She loves me, she loves me not…
But she loved him and never forgot…

She loves me, she tells me so…
But loved him and couldn’t let him go…

She loves me, I’m sure of it…
But loved him, every little bit…

She loves me, it’s in her kiss…
But loved him, he made her heart beat miss…

She loves me and my funny little ways…
But loved him for fantasy fucking days…

She loves me, but likes to tease…
But she loved him and did anything to please…

She loves me, isn’t that enough…
But loved him, even when he got rough…

She loves me, she belongs with me…
But loved him, even when chained to his jealousy…

She loves me and promised to be mine…
But loved him, thought about him all the time…

She loves me, till death do we part…
But she loved him more, he owned her heart…

She loves me, but she lied so much…
But loved him and still missed his touch…

She loves me, but this was driving me mad…
Because she loved him and it’s making her sad…

She loves me and I’ve taken all I can…
She loved him so much, but he was no family man…

She loves me, but I had to let her go…
She loved him and he doesn’t want to know…

She loves me, she loves me not…
Now she’s alone and deserved what she got…

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“They had pulled her out the river, in that same Black dress”…

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Stood in the room…
What has he done…

Blood on his hands…
Staring at the one…

Who’s lying there…
Her face now a mess…

Her stockings all ripped…
Just like her Black dress…
 
That looked so resplendent…
Only 2 hours ago…

As she drunk her whisky…
And let him know…

That he was the one…
In for a good night…

She unlocked her doors…
Gave an open invite…
 
To explore her body…
And enter her soul..

As she craved company…
To fill her void and hole…

They pushed and pulled…
And she sexually teased…

But then changed her mind…
As she felt ill at ease…
 
And pushed him away…
Before he could start…

He felt her rejection…
A knife through his heart…

And it fired his anger…
Which he couldn’t control…

Threw her against a wall…
Putting on a big man’s show…
 
And forcing the issue…
Giving her what for…

Told her she deserved it…
Then beat her to the floor…

Now he’s stood there…
Overseeing the fatal mess…

Blood all over his hands…
And her torn Black dress…

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Photo credit to Mikko Reinikainen

“Eye Will Not Cry” – What’s it all about?…

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“Words are like weapons, they wound sometimes”…

A lyric by Cher about words and such a true statement that fits into all aspects of our life –Verbally, words have the capacity to rip you in half, yet when words are written on a page, it somehow feels even more poignant.

In some way, it adds a bit of gravitas to what is being said and of course, without the tone or body language to accompany, the written words then become open to individual interpretation.

I find it interesting that different things can be read into words set as lyrics or poems. Both have played a huge part of my life and as you will see through these pages, I have been inspired by other people’s words for this blog.

A song title, a lyric here or a sentence there ~ provoking a trickle of inspiration and leading to a flood of words of my own. They are just words, however they can be read in so many ways and they carry so much, or so little, depending on the intent of the writer, or of course the desire of the reader.

With all the above in mind, “Eye Will Not Cry” is a collection of rambles from a now 40 yr old. Amongst the longer rambles are poems and each poem is accompanied by a musical soundtrack and I encourage you to listen to the songs and connect the dots yourself. However, please note, that connection is mine – your interpretation of my words, is of course yours.

Some poems make sense, some don’t. Some reveal a lot, some reveal nothing at all. Don’t take it all at face value, but read between the lines. Please read this with your soul and ignore the warning signs.

Looking only for poems on this blog – quickest way is click this link

If you would like to suggest a song for future use – please add a comment below or email eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers

~

Eye will not cry…

Eye will stay strong…

Eye know they lied…

Eye know they were wrong…

Eye felt such a fucking fool…

Eye was so very blind…

Eye didn’t see it coming…

Eye went out of my mind…

Eye just couldn’t sleep…

Eye felt so very sad…

Eye began to hate them…

Eye really took it bad…

Eye tried my best to move on…

Eye got overwhelmed by it all…

Eye just couldn’t let it go…

Eye wanted them to feel small…

Eye started to despise them…

Eye couldn’t let go of the past…

Eye watched them from a distance…

Eye felt like such an outcast…

Eye couldn’t erase the memory…

Eye wanted to gain revenge…

Eye wanted to hit them hard…

Eye wanted to avenge…

Eye now regret my actions…

Eye know I lost control…

Eye became so obsessed…

Eye got sucked into a dark hole…

Eye didn’t mean to hurt them…

Eye got swept up in my hate…

Eye now feel so very sick…

Eye know it’s much too late…

Eye cannot change the past…

Eye can’t undo what has been done…

Eye can only move forward…

Eye hate what I’ve become…

Eye will never cry…

Eye will continue to stay strong…

Eye know that deep inside…

Eye can admit that I was wrong…

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