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

Second Prize…

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He never was yours…
Despite anything he said…

His lies filled the silence…
Just fucking with your head…

He sucked on your soul…
Like a vampire sucking blood…

He drained your emotions…
Whilst feasting on the flood…

Because the boy had a heart…
Which loved two things…

The twisted demon’s darkness…
And the angel’s white wings…

You were caught in between…
The push and the pull…

Forwards then backwards…
Till your poor head was full…

And it left you spinning…
Around and around…

Never quite knowing…
Feet never on firm ground…

One moment you felt special…
The next you felt used…

An emotional roller-coaster…
That was designed to confuse…

As he chased your distraction…
And the excitement it brings…

Which made him feel alive…
Made his distorted soul sing…

He craved sinful electricity…
And your safety never compared…

But he needed both to live…
That’s why he wasn’t prepared…

To commit to you completely…
And live just half a life…

He took the best of both worlds…
Danced on the edge of the knife…

Never really telling the truth…
Never caring that you cried…

And though you never gave up hope…
You would always be second prize…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Two out of Three Ain’t Bad” By Meatloaf

Deception…

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He knew what you were to him…
Nothing more and nothing less…

A single beacon of shining light
In a dark ocean full of stress

You were there when it mattered…
In the right place at the right time

Offering the hand of friendship
Throwing him a slender lifeline

Someone who he could turn to…
Independently listening to his pain…

But who never sat in judgement
With seemingly nothing to gain

And as the months went by
The levels of trust slowly escalated…

He felt he could tell you anything
Without feeling so humiliated…

Disclosing all his dark secrets
Exposing all his hidden sins

Things he’d never told anybody…
That’s how deep he let you in

But his mind was so fragile
He was not thinking straight

He began to fall deep so quickly…
As your eyes began to captivate…

You entered all his dark dreams
And he started to fantasise

That you could be together
A thought that tantalized

But poisoned your relationship…
From the second you kissed back…

Leaving him in a lustful daze
Unaware he’d walked into your trap…

Into your spider’s web of deceit
A labyrinth of devious white lies

Not realising all you’d said to him
Was just part of your disguise

And he never saw it coming
It was a cleverly constructed sham…

As you were never just a shoulder
And deception was all part of the plan

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Say Hello, Wave Goodbye” By Marc Almond

Distraction…

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Caught out again…
By a trick of the light…

Pulled down by gravity…
Impossible to fight…

Fooled by the look…
Flashed from her eyes…

Trapped by the Devil…
Removing his disguise…

Revealing a truth…
That shook his world…

Unmuting the voices…
As the saga unfurled…

Joining all the dots…
And making a story…

Of his hidden feelings…
That once were history…

But now they are back…
The flood gates are open…

Despite all his efforts…
He’s unable to close them…

And put back Pandora…
Inside her ornamental box…

An impossible mission…
When it refuses to lock…

Keeping it out there…
Lurking in shadows…

Where the beast feasts…
And the darkness knows…

All of his secrets…
And every white lie…

All that gets spoken…
As EYE FLY HIGH…

Bringing back memories…
That once were forgotten…

And buried deep down…
In a box that was rotten…

Now his world is viewed…
Through a distorted eye…

Lost in the distraction…
That lights up the night sky…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Riverman” By Noel Gallagher’s High Flying Birds

 

The Damned…

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In the cold valley of the dead…
Where the moon refuses to rise…

The beaten and the damned…
Slowly walk, with lifeless eyes…

Carrying their sinful burden…
Weighed down by their crimes…

Committed in the knowledge…
That there would come a time…

Payment would be expected…
For the sullied lives they led…

And for each dark indiscretion…
A strand of soul would be shed…

Leading them to this silent place…
Where there is no form of mercy…

Where their devils and their demons…
Became jailers in this purgatory…

Injecting visions into their heads…
Replaying flashbacks of the past…

A constant and daily reminder…
A mental punishment that will last…

Ensuring the blood on their hands…
Will never wash clean in the river…

And permanently staining their sight…
So whenever they search in a mirror…

They witness the horror before them…
See the monsters they’ve become…

And in their descent into this evil…
Became property of the snakelike one…

Who must carry their deepest secrets…
Beyond earth’s unforgiving cold grave…

Understanding they are lost forever…
With no chance that someone will save…

As it was part of the deal they signed…
Which was then sealed by their actions…

And the small print in the contract…
Prevented any last ditch retraction…

From the cold valley of the damned…
Where the sinners will always rise…

Once their time on earth is over…
And silver coins cover their eyes…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Gods Gonna Cut You Down” By Johnny Cash

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…

~

©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…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

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