Eye Will Not Cry – Update…

Dear Friends

Please note that this blog address has changed to http://www.eyewillnotcry.com

Could I please ask regular readers to update any links you mave have to reflect this (though I am told old ones will be redirected)

Having upgraded with WordPress, this will also mean you can read content in these pages Ad free

Well, with the exception of a quick plug for the book!

ANY profit from this or any other book I self publish will be donated at the end of each year to:

  Doctors Without Borders

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Eye Will Not Cry – Volume One is available from this link: BUY THE BOOK AND SUPPORT THE PROJECT HERE

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Cheers

J

“Confusion never stops, closing walls and ticking clocks”…

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Time doesn’t heal,
it just helps us forget…

As our memories fade,
blurring our regrets…

Nature’s own sedative,
seeps into our veins…

On mission to destroy and
slowly send us insane…

Then leaves us looking,
at old eyes in a mirror…

The stranger staring back,
who can’t quite remember…

Who on earth are we,
what have we done…

The hearts we’ve broken,
in the midst of distractive fun…

Or the ones we loved,
who were then taken away…

Under the illusion given,
we’ll meet again someday…

As we progress on our journey,
from young through to old…

Always trying to understand,
seldom doing as we’re told…

Making so many mistakes,
hoping no one’s keeping score…

Learning the harsh lessons,
Whilst making more and more…

Counting all our evil sins,
carrying all of our scars…

As we stumble through life,
following a path to the stars…

Hoping time will heal us,
yet never becoming wise…

Still believing the fairy stories,
still falling for all the lies…

Until one day it’s over and
we come face to face with death…

And time just keeps on ticking,
long after we take our final breath…

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“Confusion that never stops, the closing walls and ticking clocks”…

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Tick… Tick… Tick…
Tock… Tock… Tock…
Can’t switch it off…
That internal clock…

Each passing second…
Minutes becoming hours…
It’s a one way journey…
Ending in wreaths and flowers…

And a simple box…
That carries your bones…
Not your spirit, which…
Like time will have flown…

It’s an omnipresent…
And always on our minds…
Can’t ignore the fucking punchline…
Life’s joke is so unkind…

It gives us a lifetime…
Of thoughts, hopes and dreams…
Then rips them away…
In our bodies’ final scream…

We are born just to die…
In between belongs to us…
But restrained by a system…
With no freedom and no trust…

Where actions aren’t our own…
But someone else’s history…
Everything we say and do…
Has already been…

We are a version of each other…
A mirror of Human’s passed…
All the mistakes we make…
Are replays of the past…

Our thoughts and our emotions…
The sum of what we’re taught…
Are embedded in our psyche…
With premeditated thought…

We’re told what to believe…
And how we all should think…
What is right and what is wrong…
Which God’s blood to drink…

Because life is only half…
Of what we think we see…
Everything else is what…
We’re force fed to believe…

As we edge closer to our grave…
Seconds, minutes, hours, days…
Don’t try to fool yourselves…
It will always remain that way…

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