Mask Slip…

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What do you see…
When you’re staring at me…
Are the cracks beginning to show…

Can you see through and behind…
When I’m acting cruel and unkind…
What do you really want to know…

Where my minds at…
With whom I’ve been sat…
How I’ve spent my dough…

Who I’ve been with…
In the world where I live…
Whose cheeks I’ve given afterglow…

What I’ve been saying…
Those games I’ve been playing…
What feelings are beginning to grow…

Could you handle the words…
If I sang like the birds…
Mask to slip; truth to flow…

If I twisted the knife…
If I ruined your life…
Told you all about Moscow…

The things that we did…
The pleasure I’ve hid…
Basking in Lust’s dark shadow…

How different it feels…
How much it appeals…
Chains, whips and pussy willow…

Yet it’s not what you seek…
Not this time; not this week…
But one day my guilt will show…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song :”Where Did I Go” by Justin Currie

 

Vanished…

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When I close my eyes…
And I give into sleep…

The dreams have gone…
It’s black and it’s bleak…

The visions that haunted…
Are no longer there…

The curve of her body…
Her temptress stare…

The way that she moved…
Waltzing round my head…

Have been extracted…
It’s like I am dead…

With my body floating…
On a huge silent ocean…

Alone in the darkness…
Devoid of all emotion…

Pondering the wherefore…
Questioning the why…

Calling out her name…
Into a black starless sky…

Unable to recall her…
The features of her face…

What was once so vivid…
Vanished without a trace…

The feelings she ignited…
The electricity she sparked…

Are dim distant memories…
Held in a grave unmarked…

Leaving a hole in the void…
A lingering sense of loss…

And a stark realisation…
That behind her lip-gloss…

Was a chance to feel alive…
And dance with the Devil…

Live life on the wild side…
Descend to a different level…

But she came and she went…
Like a freak lightning bolt…

Engulfing me in blackness…
Lacing my wounds with salt…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “On The Level” by Leonard Cohen

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

If you can share this with your blog and on social media, that would be appreciated.

Cheers

J

Breaking Ties…

Please welcome Jessie as my latest Guest Poet!

You can read more of Jessie’s work here: https://redstringpapercuts.com/

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

Cheers

hrw[

One Last Too Much

Say your farewells, your good lucks, and goodbyes
A chime of glasses kissing, arms wrapped in tight embrace
One last public gesture in the race against inevitabilities.
Going through the expected motions, a strong facade
Of ‘I’m happy for you’ and “we’ll keep in touch”.

No we won’t.

You’ll be busy. I’ll be distant.
You’ll be moving on. I’ll be standing still.
Too much history to erase, but that doesn’t mean
The story must go on.
Maybe the curtain has fallen,
After the wooden hook took me away.
I never did quite fit in,
Where you cast me in your life’s play.

Say your good intentions, your practiced lines, and rehearsed promises.
A caricature of friendship and clean slates.
One last time in the scene we always act out.
A dance we have memorized, a tattered pretence
Of ‘acceptable closeness’ and “good friends”.

No we weren’t.

You’ll be my never. I’ll be your what if.
You’ll be settled. I’ll be restless.
Too much secrecy to reveal, but that doesn’t mean
I want to keep lying.
Maybe these are our end credits,
And the screen is fading to black.
I never did quite manage
To mask how I felt anyway.

Charity Book Project: Eye Will Not Cry – Volume One

Dear Friends

It is with great pleasure, but a sense of trepidation that I am able to offer you some of my writings in book form!

This is the end of a very long road to get to this point, but the beginning a charity project that will benefit:

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

You can read more about them here:  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

You can also access the book from the icon in the sidebar and eventually it will be available from Amazon and other online retailers – however the maximum amount of profit / donation will come via the LULU.COM link. Due to printing costs, 5 GBP of each book sold will go direct to the charity.

The next 2 volumes of Eye Will Not Cry will be available soon and these will be followed by a volume dedicated to all the amazing Guest Poets that I have had – so if you have submitted to me over the last few years, a form will be with you shortly to seek permission and participation!

I really hope that you can support this project, but regardless if you can / can’t, I would like to take this  opportunity to thank you for reading and for your kind words of support over the years I have been part of the WordPress family!

If you can share this with your blog and on social media, that would be appreciated.

Cheers

“I’ve looked at life, from both sides now”…

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She’s been to dark places…
Where the sun never shines…

And the sky is covered over…
By the blackness in her mind…

She’s enjoyed evil thoughts…
Matched by her actions…

She’s hurt those around…
Whilst seeking some distraction…

She’s a version of another…
The person no one else sees…

Like a stealthy secret agent…
A double life she leads…

Taking risks with her life…
Gently loving, yet deceiving…

In the search of something…
To keep her believing…

That there is more to life…
That a truth will be found…

To assist her find the peace…
So she can sleep sound…

And switch off the visions…
That race through her head…

And mute all the voices…
Wishing she’d not said…

Words of bitter cruelty…
The words of pure hate…

Words she can’t take back…
And that didn’t translate…

Into how she’s feeling…
Because she can’t articulate…

The pain that surrounds her…
She fears it’s much too late…

To resolve this situation…
Or ever reclaim her soul…

That’s inked with her crimes…
Now out of all control…

As she sits in dark places…
Where the sun never shines…

And the sky is covered over…
By the black clouds in her mind…

~

“And I’m feeling my way through the dark”…

Please welcome Annie for tonight’s Guest Poet slot.

You can read more of Annie’s fantastic work here: http://gentlementalannie.com/

If you want a guest poet slot, please email eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers

woman

Walking Alone Through the Darkness

Walking alone through the darkened streets
No hand to hold mine for company
In the past my hand did not swing freely
It was always grasped by another

There have been many hands that I have held
At the time they made me feel less alone
But when they suddenly let go…
I felt more alone than before

I wished I had never touched them, caressed them
Allowed them to guide me into darker streets
But my hand swings freely tonight
In the dim illumination of a distant street light

I am walking on this particular street because
One of the hands guided me here
Into the darkened alley with no lamp posts
Promising they would not leave me

But I walk on my own with less fear
Than when the last hand was here
It seems like a backwards tale to tell
Of loving another who put you in Hell

Now I can touch and hold what I choose
My hand is not owned by any other
I can guide my own feet by the light in the distance
It gets a little brighter as I follow its guide