The Wife…

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Twenty Three years…
Of the love delusion…

Twenty Three years…
Of cupid’s fucking illusion…

Twenty Three years…
Of badly fractured vows…

Twenty Three years…
Only God knows how…

Twenty Three years…
Of ups and downs…

Twenty Three years…
Of smiles, of frowns…

Twenty Three years…
Said it wouldn’t last…

Twenty Three years…
Hidden behind a mask…

Twenty Three years…
Navigating rough seas…

Twenty Three years…
Battling monotony…

Twenty Three years…
Forgiving, never forgetting…

Twenty Three years…
Of quietly regretting…

Twenty Three years…
Failing to communicate…

Twenty Three years…
Watching scars accumulate…

Twenty Three years…
Of the secrets and lies…

Twenty Three years…
Eye Will Not Cry…

Twenty Three years…
Of daily deceit…

Twenty Three years…
Can you feel my heartbeat…

Twenty Three years…
What have we done to each other…

Twenty Three years…
Will we ever recover…

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Inspired by the song: “The Sorrowful Wife” by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

Mermaids…

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Holding on to that moment…
Where everything was so calm…

Floating on the ocean breeze…
Far away from any harm…

Chasing double rainbows…
And searching for Mermaids…

Hoping they drag him under…
Seducing him under the waves…

Where demons cannot find him…
And his tormentors have no power…

Where dark spells are impotent…
Even in the midnight hour…

And his soul can be healed…
Given some time and space…

To be able to forgive himself…
Instead of languishing in disgrace…

At all the thoughts and deeds…
That weigh heavy on his mind…

From the insanity of distraction…
To words spoken, so very unkind…

Removing all the dark images…
That constantly flood his head…

And just for one single moment…
Be able to forgive and to forget…

But Mermaids cannot save him…
The Mermaids don’t fucking exist…

They don’t appear in reality…
Unlike the painful scar on his wrist…

As the power of his demons…
Are too much to overcome…

When even in that calm moment…
He fears that the Devil has won…

As it’s too late to find redemption…
And too late to turn back now…

Because even if he wanted to…
He simply wouldn’t know how…

But sealed inside that moment…
It’s so peaceful and so calm…

Where reality is so far away…
And he’s protected from any harm…

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“Are you the one that I’ve been waiting for”…

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His world was dark…
He dragged them in…

Seduced so many minds…
Introduced them to sin…

Showed them things…
No one else sees…

Showed them a world…
Not based in reality…

A life that existed…
Only inside his head…

A place of insanity…
Of fear and of dread…

With flashes of charm…
That kept them intrigued…

Weaving a dark spell…
That dazzled and deceived…

Leaving them spellbound…
Blindly following their hearts…

But he sucked out their souls…
And he ripped them apart…

Leaving them broken…
So cold and so alone…

He destroyed their worlds…
He destroyed so many homes…

Then quickly moved on…
Forgetting their names…

Erasing the memories…
Denying any shame…

Wandering through the night…
In search of distraction…

He prowled the shadows…
Looking for more action…

Then one night he met…
The most beautiful vixen…

Whose stunning eyes…
Defied any description…

Falling head over heels…
He never felt Karma’s knife…

She stole his heart…
And she destroyed his life…

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

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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”…

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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…

“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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“Some of us we hide away, some of us, we don’t”…

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The dark storm rages

In the blackness outside…

As the battle for control

Continues on the inside

Two war torn factions

Fighting in his brain…

Perpetually ongoing…

Driving him insane

The good and the bad…

The Angels and Demons…

That rip him in two

But no one can see them

Invisible to the eye

At a glance you can’t see…

He keeps it all covered

Tries to keep it unseen

Projecting another version…

So weakness can not scream...

Yet he’s broken inside

Falling apart at the seams

In need of some help

In need of urgent therapy…

Desparate for distraction…

Trying to find “happy”

He doesn’t know who to ask…

Or know what to do…

Hampered by his foolish pride…

And his distorted view

On everything around him

Of everything he sees…

All that he holds dear…

And all that he believes

Feeling so very weak

And so very insecure

Depression spreads like cancer…

He can’t find the cure

Leaving him clinging

On to life by a thread

Aware of the easy option

Pills. Alcohol. Dead...

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