“Every single one of us, the Devil inside”…

Please welcome Clive as tonight’s Guest Poet – You can read more of his work here:

https://thistwistedyouth.wordpress.com/

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Cheers

clive

A thorough disgrace
Thought the ministers daughter
As she lit up her crack pipe
And slipped down the alter
The new life inside her
Unaware her sub-missions
Now mimics her mum
Curled in foetal positions
Suffocating and spinning
From toxins and Aids
Her parents screamed evil
Whilst she cried afraid
Left mute by rejection
The confusion, the pain
As they ran from the answers
That let the questions remain
Like her naive prayers for help
To understand dreams of blame
That still grow in her heart
And darken her name
The earrings, the nose stud
She knew it would rile them
The make-up, the hair
She continued to test them
The boyfriends, the blasphemy
The late nights thrown at them
Her reasons like whispers
Gone. drowned in a swan song
The river on fire
Her food turned to sand
Says nothing of love
And the ironic twists
Of supply and demand
That made her ungrateful
When they did not understand
A way to respect her
Induce or entice
Her thoughts through to balance
On life’s tight rope of ice
So she crashed and froze
To the stone cold church floor
Where she lies hopeless with hurt
Cracked open for more
To dull all her senses
And quench all the shame
To blot out her past
Re-christen her name
For she cracked her head
To misfire on split levels
She both hides from the truth
And slow dances with devils
Her parents so righteous
Simply just chose the former
And shifted the blame
For they could not reform her
They distorted the problems
And helped made her feel cursed
As they dreamed of the best
And yet dragged out the worst
For in fighting fake devils
They disowned her true lies
“Shut up, & damned,”
Like the people of Dedon
Severed clean from Gods hands
And so with these People
My thoughts will remain
Until people know clearly
Confusion breeds pain.

“Climbing as we fall, we dare to hold on to our fate”…

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Underneath his world…
Floating within inner space…

Trapped inside his mental box…
Struggling to stay awake…

His eyes so tired and heavy…
Nothing around makes sense…

Feels taken for granted…
And so wound up and tense…

Does he even fucking exist…
Would the universe even care…

If he just disappeared…
Is he even really there…

What is his life’s mission…
Where should he go next…

He’s really trying to focus…
But reality fights and rejects…

And disregards all reason…
All hope and all that’s real…

In the crazy world he lives in…
Where he begs, borrows and steals…

Things that are not his own…
Where he’s become the thief…

Like a magpie chasing Gold…
Getting high on such mischief…

And discovering his path…
That fate has cruelly mapped out…

Each day such an awakening…
With so much to think about…

And so many goddamn reasons…
To turn his back on this life…

Surrender to the demons…
That thrive upon his strife…

And mock his every move…
Each painstaking interaction…

Picking out his faults…
Looking for his reaction…

It’s so mentally draining…
How much more can he take…

Before he says “Enough”
Before he finally breaks…

But so little energy remains…
To put up any sort of fight

And run away from everything…
Through the tunnel, towards the light…

As he’s had enough of this world…
And feels a waste of space…

He needs to escape this mental box…
And vanish without a trace…

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“Without a scream, in the dead of night”…

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It’s as clear as purest Black…
And dark as sinful White…
Searching right into the day…
Looking left throughout the night…
It’s the only way to find it…
Wherever it may be…
The only way to feel inside…
But to never let them see…

It’s where you least expect it…
Where no life on Earth exists…
A memory you can’t explain…
Dark thoughts you must dismiss…
It demands you keep its secret….
A treasure chest of trust…
If it slips right through your fingers…
It’ll disappear like dead man’s dust…

It’s always in the beginning…
Yet the middle means so much more…
But when no one sees it coming…
The ending opens up a door…
It means the Sun is hiding…
When locked away inside…
Yet it is always shining…
Ensuring all your tears get dried…

Its eyes closed to the vision…
And minds blocked mentally…
Each heart afraid to beat in time…
Whilst falling accidentally…
Its playful spirit is unholy…
Any God would look away…
There will be no intervention…
No matter how much they all pray…

Because it’s now time just to listen…
And try to communicate…
Hear everything it has to say…
Before it’s much too late…
It’s as clear as purest White…
And as dark as sinful Black…
Just keep searching for the right…
One day you’ll claim it back…

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“Like a cheap distraction, for a new affair”…

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The tattooed blonde…
Know only as “Honey”…
A drunken crowd favourite…
Dances for their money…
She’s picture perfect…
6ft in Black high heels…
She’s slowly undressing…
And showing her appeal…

She’s holding onto the pole…
Thrusting her slender hips…
With sparking Green eyes…
And blood Red kissing lips…
Her erect pierced nipples…
Are designed to please…
Her leopard skin panties…
Simply just fucking tease…

As she slowly begins…
To reveal what’s underneath…
Her smooth hairless lips…
That are hidden beneath…
And she captivates them…
With a tantalising smile…
Holding her audience…
Who’ve travelled miles…

To simply gaze upon her…
And be held in her sway…
This forbidden temptress…
Always gets her way…
As she reels them in…
With each sexual pose…
They stand and cheer…
Trying to take sordid photos…

And after the show…
She’s eager to please…
One by one they line up…
And pay for a release…
But she’ll burn in Hell…
So the preachers say…
For sins of the flesh…
And her Demonic ways…

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