Whispering Voices…

london

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Walking through the city…
Reinventing who I am…

The perfect opportunity…
To become a different man…

Wandering through shadows…
Where no one even cares…

Just who or what I am…
They are totally unaware…

Of all the sins I carry…
The heavy cross I bear…

As nobody ever notices…
Nor hears the whispered prayer…

It’s a place of total freedom…
For the weird, the wise and wrong…

Not a place of judgement…
But a place where I belong…

A sense of shamed community…
For all sinners and their ghosts…

Who walk through life’s falling rain…
But never follow the signposts…

Always choosing the wrong path…
And straying off into the dark…

But the city will never criticise…
Or make any cold sly remark…

It embraces all your darkness…
And covers up all your sin…

It’s a supernatural place…
Where life’s losers sometimes win…

Where rules are meant for breaking…
Not worrying about tomorrow…

Even lending you an invisible spell…
For anyone who wants to borrow…

So I’m walking through the city…
And reinventing who I am…

Looking out for opportunities…
To become a different man…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “West End Girls” By The Pet Shop Boys

“Too many shadows, whispering voices”…

london

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Walking through the city…

Reinventing who I am…

A perfect opportunity…

To be a different man…

Wandering through shadows…

No one even cares…

Who or what I am…

They are totally unaware…

Of the sins I carry…

And the cross I bear…

Nobody ever notices…

No fucker really cares…

It’s a place of total freedom…

For the weird and wise and wrong…

Not a place of judgement…

But a place where I belong…

A sense of shamed community…

For the sinners and the ghosts…

Walking through life’s falling rain…

Never following the signposts…

Always choosing the wrong path…

And straying off into the dark…

But the city will never criticise…

Or make any sly remark…

It embraces all your darkness…

And covers up your sin…

It’s a supernatural place…

Where life’s losers sometimes win…

Where rules are meant for breaking…

Not worrying about tomorrow…

Even lending you an invisible spell…

For anyone who wants to borrow…

So I’m walking through the city…

Reinventing who I am…

Looking out for opportunities…

To become a different man…

~

“Share the same space for a minute or two”…

man

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He’s got a mental disorder…
Affecting his brain…

It’s why he keeps on running…
Back to her again…

At every opportunity…
And any chance he gets…

He finds his way to her…
And tries hard to forget…

The pressures and strains…
That surround his tired eyes…

His stressful environment…
Which forces him to cry…

And pine for her excitement…
The adventure she brings…

Because wandering around her…
Makes his heart sing…

Giving him chance to reflect…
To make sense of it all…

And where all his mistakes…
Vanish in her seductive call…

Those open, sore wounds…
The deep and painful scars…

Overfilled with fear and hate…
Like some flooded reservoir…

Leaving him quietly praying…
For something to hold…

To keep him afloat…
Whilst out of all control…

As when he’s feeling so lost…
In his distorted reality…

She gives him distraction…
And moments of pure clarity…

Much needed perspective…
Arrives when she is so close…

And next to her beauty…
He’s like an imperfect rose…

Out of his natural habitat…
And growing out of place…

But when he sees her light up…
A smile crosses his face…

Because this mental disorder…
May affect his brain…

But nothing can ever hurt him…
When he’s in her arms again…

~

“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

“The silent sound of loneliness”…

Blue Star Kachina - the eye of God

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Twinkle twinkle little star…
Can you begin to cover her scars…
 
The open wounds that just won’t heal…
And tell the Devil, it was an unfair deal…
 
Because she’s carried them so very long…
And tried so hard to be so strong…
 
But the time has come to simply accept…
And count the tears she’s never wept…
 
Whilst this cruel world has revolved and spun…
And all the years have long since gone…
 
That she’s not the woman she wanted to be…
And it’s becoming clear for all to see…
 
Full of tragic and selfish notions…
Covering up all hint of her emotions…
 
Walking through this life all alone…
Ran away from her childhood home…
 
And into the middle of the big bad city…
Where no one gave her an ounce of pity…
 
Had to get by all alone and scared…
Could have been different if only she dared…
 
To follow her heart and play with fire…
To let go within and feel inspired…
 
But now her life’s in such a mess…
With no one around to ease her stress…
 
And help her eyes to clearly see…
Just how wonderful her life could be…
 
If she just embraced everything…
And began to teach her soul to sing…

But she cannot see the wood for the trees…
And her minds chained up, she’s on her knees…

Sending a silent prayer to the eye in the stars…
Begging them hear and to heal her scars…

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“Share the same space for a minute or two”…

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He’s got a mental disorder…
Affecting his mind and brain…
It’s why he keeps on running…
Back to her, again and again…
At every opportunity…
And any chance he gets…
He finds his way to her…
And tries hard to forget…
The pressures and the strains…
That surround his eyes…
His stressful environment…
Which forces him to cry…
And pine for her excitement…
The adventure that she brings…
Because just wandering around her…
Makes his heart and soul sing…
Giving him chance to reflect…
To make sense of it all…
And where all his mistakes…
Vanish in her seductive call…
Those open, sore wounds…
The deep and painful scars…
Overfilled with fear and hate…
Like some flooded reservoir…
Leaving him quietly praying…
For something to hold…
To keep him afloat…
Whilst out of all control…
And when he’s feeling so lost…
In his distorted reality…
She gives him distraction…
And moments of pure clarity…
Much needed perspective…
Arrives when she is so close…
And next to her beauty…
He’s like an imperfect rose…
Out of his natural habitat…
And growing out of place…
But when he sees her light up…
A smile crosses his face…
Because this mental disorder…
May affect his brain…
But nothing can ever hurt him…
When he’s in her arms again…

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