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…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

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

“Too many shadows, whispering voices”…

london

~

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…

~

“I hate that mirror, it makes me feel so worthless”…

Woman-Looking-in-Mirror

~

Mirror Mirror…
On our wall…
Silently watching…
Reflecting us all…

Never judging…
Passing no comment…
Remaining neutral…
Seemingly omnipresent…

Glimpsing moments…
Of life in reverse…
This looking glass…
An eternal curse…

Just passing through…
Chasing the rabbit…
Fragile, take care…
Could easily smash it…

Bad luck surrounds…
Seven long years…
Superstitious nonsense…
Preys on our fears…

Yet, down the hall…
Lost in the maze…
We’re looking for fun…
The puzzles amaze…

Exploring the concave…
Perplexed by convex…
Even the flat ones…
Appear so complex…

But keep it covered…
With Death around…
It traps the soul…
No escape route found…

This deception device…
Smoke everywhere…
Always deceiving…
But nobody cares…

We just take a look…
When we are alone…
The pool of water…
Or A polished stone…

A beauties lover…
This vain love affair…
The rest feel small…
And glance if we dare…

Reality is bared…
No place to hide…
Everything’s revealed…
No airbrush applied…

Some hide in make up…
A disguise they apply…
But the truth isn’t covered…
It speaks from her eyes…

And conceals so little…
Whilst saying so much…
Warmed by sunlight…
Remaining cold to the touch…

Mirror Mirror…
Been around forever…
Will continue watching us…
Till the 12th of Never…

~

“So pure in thought and word and deed”…

Arent-We-All-Sinners

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All of us are sinners…
To some extent or degree…
Carrying the scars of life…
Not one of us is clean…
Seeking some forgiveness…
From those who sit on high…
Who stand in final judgement…
And look down upon our lives…

Not one of us is perfect…
We all have hidden pasts…
Memories we’ve locked away…
With pain that ever lasts…
Looking for an answer…
Seeking out some truth…
It’s been that way forever…
Before the days of our youth…

All of us are longing…
For something better than this…
And someone to hold at night…
To love them and to kiss…
But even when we find it…
Life plays silly games…
Takes you to strange places…
Introduces different names…

Most of us avoid it…
And live a life within…
Life’s unwritten set of rules…
Yet sometimes we give in…
Rules are made for bending…
And breaking from the norm…
Carving out our own path…
And refusing to conform…

All of us are lonely…
Yet ourselves we just deceive…
Tell people we are happy…
And refuse to let them see…
What’s going on inside us…
We must keep it locked away…
Sitting in our mind’s eye…
Until that fateful day…

When our emotions betray us…
And we stop wearing the mask…
Our lives disintegrate so quickly…
This was never built to last…
Because we’re a fraction of a moment…
A fragment within space and time…
And all of us are sinners…
We have all committed a crime…

~

“Too many shadows, whispering voices”…

photo(5)

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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…

~

“I hate that mirror, it makes me feel so worthless”…

~

Mirror Mirror… On our wall…
Silently watching… Reflecting us all…

Never judging… Passing no comment…
Remaining neutral… Seemingly omnipresent…

Glimpsing moments… Of life in reverse…
This looking glass… An eternal curse…

Just passing through… Chasing the rabbit…
Fragile, take care… Could easily smash it…

Bad luck surrounds… Seven long years…
Superstitious nonsense… Prays on our fears…

Yet, down the hall… Lost in the maze…
We’re looking for fun… The puzzles amaze…

Exploring the concave… Perplexed by convex…
Even the flat ones… Appear so complex…

But keep it covered… With Death around…
It traps the soul… No escape route found…

This deception device… Smoke everywhere…
Always deceiving… But nobody cares…

We just take a look… When we are alone…
The pool of water… Or A polished stone…

A beauties lover… This vain love affair…
The rest feel small… And glance if we dare…

Reality is bared… No place to hide…
Everything’s revealed… No airbrush applied…

Some hide in make up… A disguise they apply…
But the truth isn’t covered… It speaks from her eyes…

It conceals so little… Whilst saying so much…
Warmed by sunlight… Remaining cold to the touch…

Mirror Mirror… Been around forever…
Will continue watching us… Till the 12th of Never…

~