Side Three…

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Every love becomes hate story…
Is a circle with three sides…

There is his and there is hers…
Both are desperate to advise…

Each with a made up version…
Of what they want you to hear…

Both twisting and distorting…
To custom fit your listening ear…

Then somewhere in-between…
All the hurt and all their lies…

Quietly sits the side three…
Which neither party can disguise…

It’s the heart of the matter…
Forged from the purest truth…

One no detective can decipher…
Not even the greatest sleuth…

It’s the grey area that’s ignored…
The facts that fiction glazes over…

The real reason for their pain…
Like an unwelcome hangover…

Because this version will not bend…
It refuses to be subjective…

And without any feelings…
It remains true, cold and objective…

So no matter what is said…
By each or either party…

Who will spin and try disguise…
To ensure the waters are murky…

It remains something honest…
For that reason it’s overlooked…

But when listening to each version…
Truth needs to be fish hooked…

And dragged into the picture…
Before any judgement is made…

Or you think of taking sides…
Between the light and the shade…

Because care needs to be taken…
Believing versions of their story…

And choosing between his and hers…
As they try rewrite their history…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “If You Could Read My Mind” By Gordon Lightfoot

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

Retrospective…

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My eyes can see clearly now…
Through the pain we amassed…

To understand it for what it was…
Enough time has now passed…

And penetrate those defences…
The walls that we both built…

Constructed with our anger…
As we allowed our love to wilt…

A love that was once so beautiful…
But became toxic and decayed…

And the cast iron trust we held…
Gave way to feelings so betrayed…

Whilst in the heat of the moment…
Those vicious words wounded…

Becoming arrows of destruction…
Before we both finally concluded…

The only way to move forward…
Was six degrees of separation…

Some space and time to think…
Without any fear of vilification…

But now I’m able to look back…
Even though it’s all very raw…

And see we never stood a chance…
In that cold degenerating war…

As those cracks are now so vivid…
I see where it began to fall apart…

Yet we never saw it coming…
As we fumbled along in the dark…

Living in a disconnected world…
Dominated by our selfish actions…

Never seeing the bigger picture…
And burdened by slow reactions…

Which allowed those demons in…
Those sinful thoughts to grow…

So when our greatest test came…
Those weaknesses were shown…

And I can see it clearly now…
But at the time I was consumed…

Eyes filled with rage and jealousy…
That destroyed and left us doomed…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Jealous Guy” By John Lennon

 

Fight Till Your Last Breath…

Please welcome Syed as my latest Guest Poet!

You can read more of Syed’s work here: https://merejazbaat.com

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

Cheers

fight

If blood is showering out of your veins,
If the lesions & wounds are giving you pain
And even if circumstances are showing your death,
In spite of that, fight till your last breath.

No matter If you are sailing on a tidal ocean,
No matter If conditions prevailing give you tension
And even if there is no time left for you to regret,
In spite of that, fight till your last breath.

What happen if night always comes before the morning,
What happens if every second intensity of darkness is increasing
And even If, darkness is giving brightness a terrible threat,
In spite of that, fight till your last breath.

What happens if you feel yourself alone on this land,
What happens, if your shadow remains your only friend
And even If, you are deprived of love from anybody as yet,
In spite of that, fight till your last breath.

It is blissful, if you come out as victorious in the end,
But if all your efforts & attempts go into the sand
Then you need not to strike your head with a stone,
Because fighting till last breath is a victory on its own.

My Kingdom…

king

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This is a very dark place…
A place he knows so well…

A place that feels like home…
A space that feels like Hell…

Emotions are hard to articulate…
So he bottles them up inside…

And fights the constant battle…
As tears well up in his eyes…

Always looking for signs of hope…
Some light through those cracks…

But all he sees are the demons…
Who surround and then attack…

Wounding him with vicious words…
Tearing at his tattered, fragile soul…

Always knowing just what to say…
In order to assume full control…

Which makes it hard to function…
Out in the cruel, cold world…

Amid the weight of expectation…
Where a hand of darkness is curled…

Keeping such a very tight grip…
Limiting his thoughts and actions…

Making it hard to breathe some days…
Numbing his senses and reactions…

But those who live around him…
Are unaware of his perpetual war…

Though this fight goes on every day…
They see only what they think they saw…

As the dark and violent struggle…
Is not for their eyes to see…

So he’s perfected the art of deception…
To ensure it remains a mystery…

Spending a lot of time looking…
Like a man who needs no help…

Trying to make it through each day…
Playing the hand that was dealt…

Surviving in a very dark place…
A place he now knows so well…

A place that he calls his home…
And a kingdom that feels like Hell…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “This Is My Kingdom Now” By Justin Currie

Note – Justin Currie has a new CD out in May and will be touring the UK – see below for details:

Justin Currie ‘This Is My Kingdom Now’, Tracklisting:

1. My Name Is God
2. Fallen Trees
3. This Is My Kingdom Now
4. Sydney Harbour Bridge
5. Crybabies
6. Failing To See
7. The Dead Sea
8. Abandoned Sons
9. Hey Polly
10. I Love The Sea
11. I’ll Leave It To You
12. Two People
13. My Soul Is Stolen

Justin Currie & The Pallbearers, UK Tour Dates:

Fri 26 May – Perth Concert Hall
Sun 28 May – Holmfirth Picturedrome
Mon 29 May – Pocklington Arts Centre
Tue 30 May – Wolverhampton Slade Rooms
Wed 31 May – Liverpool Hangar 34
Fri 2 June – Cambridge Junction 1
Sat 3 June -Islington Assembly Hall
Sat 24 June -Northern Roots Festival, Inverness

Darker Days…

Please welcome Matthew as tonight’s Guest Poet!

You can read more of Matthews work here: www.findingwhoweare.com

If you would like to submit a poem, email eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers

walking

Like an old friend, you find your way back
The rain kisses my face
A scorned lover, an unfortunate foe

My heart skips a beat
I cannot find my breath
Fear overtakes my soul, I’m lost here

The depths of this terror find me
They swallow me as though I were small
Broken, I cave to your oppression

Thunder roars inside of my ears
Screaming as the demons sweep through my mind
I can’t see

They have their way with me
Having left, I sit within my own ashes
I can only wait for them to return

I wallow in my sorrow
I plead for a Saviour
I’ve seen him before, but I cannot feel him now

Darkness pervades my sight
My heartbeat slows, my breathing lessens
In the midst of my death, a light shines

Down In Flames…

hj

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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