Struggle Under The Weight…

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Surrounded by love…
As he sits in his chair…

Feels their warmth of affection…
Yet there’s a chill in the air…

One only he can feel…
A guilt laced iced dart…

Piercing through his defences…
And straight into his heart…

Keeping him grounded…
Reminding of dark times…

That the mask that he wears…
Still hides his old crimes…

And he knows the veneer…
Is so fragile, so very thin…

It could shatter anytime…
And his demons will win…

Leave him pleading for mercy…
So open and exposed…

And afraid of their judgement…
For sins committed in shadows…

His secret dark double life…
The snake tattooed on his back…

A permanent inked reminder…
Of a time etched in black…

Where his actions and deeds…
Sit like a crown of thorns…

Wrapping his heart in chains…
Tainted by the devil’s horns…

Always clouding his vision…
Always feeling their presence…

He knows this is never ending…
It will be a life sentence…

And as he quietly sits there…
Feeling such a fucking fraud…

Locked in his mental prison…
His soul damned and flawed…

Watching their smiling faces…
Filled with love and with trust…

His guilt gains extra burden…
Under the weight, he is crushed…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Truth is a Beautiful Thing” By London Grammar

Shooting Stars…

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We are here today…
But gone too soon…

Just shooting stars…
Not like the Moon…

That hangs around…
In time and space…

Never ever revealing…
It’s darkened face…

Remaining forever…        
Within our view…

Unlike the passing…
Of those we hold true…

The ones we love…
Become faces we lose…

The best get taken…
We don’t get to choose…

Who stays or who goes…
Into heavens domain…

From the dawn of time…
It has been the same…

As the departed travel…
Into unknown lands…

Leaving behind them…
Our grieving hands…

Reaching upwards…
Towards the night sky…

Forever asking…
“Why Gods, Why”…

But no one answers…
And the silence deafens…

Our turn gets closer…
Our mortality threatened…

Because in many ways…
We just live to die…

We can’t stop it…
Or even begin to try…

As we’re here today…
But will be gone too soon…

Just shooting stars…
Not like the Moon…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “People Are Like Suns” By Crowded House

Smokescreen…

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Each day they’re saying something…
Never aiming to catch your attention…

Hoping you are distracted enough…
Not to seek out any intervention…

Uttering words without meaning…
And telling little white untruths…

Preaching to the ignorant masses…
From the elderly to the numbed youth…

But do you really hear them…
Do you understand their words…

Read in-between the constructed lines…
Or care what motivates their world…

A world where everybody cheats…
A world where everybody lies…

They wrap up all of the dysfunction…
Hide secrets deep behind their eyes…

Always standing in the shadows…
Sending messages to your ears…

Projecting from a cold dark place…
And preying on all your worst fears…

Telling you what they want you to hear…
Always force feeding you their version…

As you swallow with a pinch of salt…
They’re looking for the next diversion…

But they’ve failed to communicate…
To each and every single one…

And they seem to underestimate…
The damage that’s being done…

As they are ripping things apart…
And clawing at our very souls…

They are stabbing us in the heart…
Thinking they’ll never lose control…

But you must now begin to see it…
Rise up and set yourself free…

As it will come as no surprise…
That you’ll need to fight for liberty…

Fight to preserve your rights…
Ignore the propaganda machine…

Don’t take their words at face value…
See through their dense smokescreen…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Secret Messages” By ELO

Whispering Voices…

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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

Down In Flames…

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You vindictive, spiteful bitch…
Using every word you say…

To manipulate situations…
And always get your way…

Thinking you’re so clever…
You’re above everybody else…

And he can’t see through you…
Through all your pitiful pretence…

That you’re a pathetic little girl…
Requiring his constant attention…

You use him just to validate you…
And in every sentence to mention…

Whilst putting your name in lights…
Like you’re some big Hollywood star…

Receiving his praise and platitudes…
About how truly wonderful you are…

As you need this just to function…
To go about your pitiful soulless life…

It gives you a sense of purpose…
So you use your tongue as a knife…

Living by one rule for you…
Cutting out one for the others…

Making them up as you go along…
But when it suits you smother…

Any thought of his rebellion…
Or desire for his freedom of choice…

You act like his puppet master…
Controlling him with your voice…

Hypnotising his utter compliance…
Making him hang on every word…

Careful to make so damn sure…
That only your needs are served…

And like a poisonous little snake…
Your grip on him is tightly curled…

Keeping him locked in the shadows…
Taking centre stage of his world…

But you’re not fooling anyone…
With the way you play mind games…

One day your spell will be broken…
And he’ll watch you go down in flames…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “God’s Gonna Cut You Down” By Johnny Cash

It’s not coffee unless it spills…

Please welcome back Nathan as tonight’s Guest Poet

You can read more of Nathan’s work https://randompoemswithnohome.wordpress.com

If you want to submit a poem, please email eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk
Cheers

dilljeansleep

I remember you
as I scrub the coffee stains
from the floor, listening
to some vivid, faraway
morning happiness captured
by that ritual in your voice.

It’s not coffee unless it spills.

I remember you in a periphery
of cream-lined Pacific tides
with their sharp, lyrical roar

like memories that brew
with profane, glittering
emptiness, as stars shed
tears across an array
of fractioned, forlorn
linoleum seconds, aching
for the dreamlike embrace
of just your folded arms.

I remember you
as I polish the ground
of an entire swirling globe.

Headlights…

Please welcome back the wonderful Cate as tonight’s Guest Poet!

If you would like to be a Guest Poet, email your words to eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers

J

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You sit there
In the corner of my mind
Open, relaxed
With that languid stare
Cruel mouth
That smiles knowingly
Holding court in that chair
Not moving
Haunting my memories
Always taking me back there

You lie there
In my mind’s eye
Naked, warm
With fist gripped in my hair
Soft lips
Bruised from kisses
The bedclothes falling bare
Not covering
Revealing my desire
Always taking me back there

You walk there
In my vivid dreams
Strong, dangerous
With an intent that scares
Eyes burning
Etching your ownership
Never breaking the stare
Not blinking
Holding me captive
Always taking me back there

You stand there
In my daily conscience
Close, far
With thoughts that dare
Feel real
Breathless fast heartbeat
Chanting my eternal prayer
Not stopping
Wishing me resurrection
Take me back there