No Escape…

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You carry your guilt…
You carry your pain…

You have the knowledge…
You’re aware of the shame…

And all of the names…
Those faces in the night…

Waiting for you to sleep…
Before resuming the fight…

As their Skeleton key…
Picks open locked boxes…

You hid from the world…
The hounds and the foxes…

Buried in dark places…
Where no one should find…

Yet in darkness they sparkle…
Like fools gold they shine…

Pointing their fingers…
Screaming their stories…

It was right at the time…
Feasting on the glories…

Gorging on sweet fruit…
Of the forbidden kind…

Swallowing those juices…
The type you only find…

When locking alcohol lips…
With dirty angel faces…

Risking your tongue…
In secret, sensitive places…

Knowing what’s right…
Choosing what’s wrong…

Understanding the lyrics…
Still ignoring the song…

Yet it plays at full volume…
When you turn out the lights…

In the darkness you’d dream…
And that’s where you’d fight…

But those voices began stalking…
Even when you’re awake…

Leaving you forever haunted…
And there’ll be no escape…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song :”Hallelujah” by Nick Cave

Soul Searching…

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“Is this what you want?”…
She quietly said…

Searching for a sign…
As her words struck his head…

He assessed the situation…
Within the darkened room…

Another sinful interaction…
Another nail in his tomb…

Admiring her beauty…
Her matching underwear…

Under Lust’s influence…
He really shouldn’t have cared…

But the voices began talking…
Distracting from the moment…

And stood at a crossroads…
He really couldn’t comment…

He wasn’t sure what he wanted…
But she really was all his…

This stunning fucking Goddess…
Like a Queen Mermaid fish….

Surrounded by an aura…
Like no other he’d ever met…

From the minute he saw her…
Common sense began to melt…

And in that stolen moment…
All his fantasies became real…

But it wasn’t like the movies…
There was more to this deal…

The heavy weight of guilt…
The magnitude of it all…

He was high above the clouds…
It would be a long, long fall…

And pausing for a breath…
He tried to soak it all in…

Burned the vision in his mind…
And then tried to begin…

But his words were so futile…
The feeling overwhelmed him…

And in a moment of weakness…
Began a night of pure sin…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song :”Make it always be too late” by Del Amitri

Guilty…

It was the story of her life…
Stolen moments and memories…

All those choices she made…
Became secret documentaries…

Where only her eyes filmed it…
And only her heart knew the truth…

Of a once pure soul tainted…
Unrecognisable from her youth…

A time where balance existed…
Right and wrong was clear…

Until the voices started to whisper…
And the blurring began to appear…

Out of sight, out of mind…
What they don’t know won’t hurt…

But as the gravity grew stronger…
The dark pull left her inert…

She was unable to think straight…
She was unable to walk away…

Lust was like a drug addiction…
She was held under its sway…

The excitement of deception…
And the ease of execution…

Left a taste without exception…
There was no substitution…

Tracks always covered up…
No clues for the detection…

Thrill seeking in the moment…
No care for self-reflection…

But judgement is upon her…
They’re speaking in fork tongues…

Her punishment is awaiting…
She hears those distant drums…

And she knows the crimes committed…
Year after guilt ridden year…

Will forge the chains that bind her…
So she walks toward the light in fear…

She knows that everybody cheats…
She knew that everybody lies…

But she didn’t expect this feeling…
And it’s too late to apologise…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Guilty” By Paloma Faith

 

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…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

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

White Lies…

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Carrying the secret…
Deep down inside…

Trying to keep hidden…
The reason she lied…

Straight to his face…
Looking deep into his eyes…

And without hesitation…
Every word was a lie…

That tried to cover up…
What she had done…

Not prepared to admit…
The dark sinful fun…

That lingers inside…
And preys on her mind…

The sex filled encounter…
Which helped her unwind…

And forget all about…
Her world of stress…

As she kissed his mouth…
And slipped off her dress…

Allowing him access…
To all that she had…

And up against the wall…
She knew it was mad…

But inside she knows…
That this was insane…

Yet she has to carry on…
Living with the shame…

Tormented by flashbacks…
That distort real life…

As she plays the part…
Of the dutiful wife…

To the one she loves…
With no intention to leave…

But his cold, distant touch…
Drove her to deceive…

And leave her looking…
For the next chance…

To find another escape…
And another lustful dance…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Whilte Lies” By Paolo Nutini

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…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

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

Riding Into Abbeville…

Please welcome Glenn as tonight’s Guest Poet

You can read more of Glenn’s work here:https://glenndhorne.com/

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

Cheers

There came a horseman riding in,
Riding in the morning.
There came a horseman riding in,
Riding in the morning.

The townsfolk gathered round about
To see why he was roaring
In pain. He slid from off his mount
And fell beneath an awning.

There came a horseman riding in,
Riding in the morning.
There came a horseman riding in,
Riding in the morning.

The doctor noted he was sick,
So sick he wasn’t stirring:
‘I don’t know what is wrong with him,
So sick he isn’t stirring.’

The horseman grabbed the doctor’s vest
And whispered in his auras:
‘The plague, my dear doctor.’ He drew a breath;
He died that very morning.

Copyright Glenn D. Horne, Previously published in FreeXpresSion September, 2015