Eye Will Not Cry – Update…

Dear Friends

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J

Shutting Down…

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“They” are forcing me…
To shut myself down…

And stop communicating…
From extrovert and clown…

To becoming so silent…
Lost adrift in my head…

No longer expressing…
No vocal words said…

Just sitting in corners…
And waiting to see…

If there is anything left…
Of the man that was me…

It’s like being in a prison…
Silence binds and restricts…

Nobody around to talk to…
My inner thoughts conflict…

It’s so damn frustrating…
The reasons are unclear…

What was the problem…
What did “they” fear…

Sat in pure cold isolation…
It’s all so quietly black…

No answers from the shadows…
There seems no route back…

To standing front and centre…
Speaking to the crowd…

Telling funny stories…
And laughing out aloud…

But that’s a distant memory…
Not the here and not now…

Am trying hard to adjust…
Though not really sure how…

How the fuck did I get here…
How much more can I take…

This is beginning to feel…
Like one huge mistake…

Not sure of my options…
I’m not clear what to do…

And like a sinner in confession…
Trapped thoughts ensue…

I need to find resolution…
Need to find an escape…

To free myself of the darkness…
And transform my landscape…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Isolation” by Crowded House

Isolation…

Please welcome Thomas as tonght’s Guest Poet

You can read more of Thomas’s work here: Menjustpause.wordpress.com

If you would like to submit for a Guest Poet slot, send your words to eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers

rhjsa

‘Are you worried about me? But I’m fine’.

I might sit in a corner, but I’m fine.

Yesterday was my tomorrow, but is it today already?

I swore today not to be saddened, but I swear I didn’t see the sun rise!

Talk about being stuck in a dark room, on the sun’s surface!

I should have seen it, even when facing the corner!

Her majesty, beauty of a thousand white roses, the epic sun rise,

Who misses such? I wonder.

It’s not about the blaring heat of the sun; it’s the way it moves.

But scientists say otherwise.

Can’t wait turn my head to the window, focus on the streaming rays.

But I’m fine, just starring deep into the universe.

A universe merging two walls, geometric cracks blemish it.

Yet it’s aura of presences makes it a perfection, a corner of perfection.

Don’t worry about the darkness; it’s just a requisite of light.

Soon, before the Sun dawns, I’ll remember why am facing it,

Before i break my neck glaring through the window, into the sunburst,

But for now, let me sit, watching, and taking-in the breathe-taking scene.

Because deep down, I’m fine, as I crave for a slit in my skin,

Pain, makes everything fine…eventually.

That first ray hits the roughness of my skin, as I turn my head,

Ready to slit what is, before I remember what was,

It dawns on me, that baby I’m fine!

Without the consequential memoirs, without the past pain prejudice,

I’d rather perfection keep itself alive, breathing its seconds away,

As they wash away, with every tick, of every second hand,

Maybe two clocks fasten the time, imperialism of a world with so many times,

But one clock, a clock that starts when after being born!

Disappointment of figuring out the math, of falling in love with a Sunburst,

From a Star, millions of miles away,

But for now, men, just pause!

 

The Darkness…

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There’s a darkness that runs…
Through each memory…

A numbness that blunts…
All the pictures she sees…

Moments carefully captured…
Times that were shared…

But the sadness behind them…
No one could be aware…

As the version presented…
Hides the true horror story…

The day to day reality…
Hides in her untold history…

As nobody really knew…
And no one really saw…

The monster he became…
The viciousness in his claw…

As he hid it so well…
He turned on the charm…

Dazzled those around him…
Whilst he inflicted the harm…

Behind closed, locked doors…
There was agony and pain…

He left unseen bruises…
And scars just the same…

He reigned in pure terror…
Silenced any form of dissent…

With a violence erupting…
From that mild mannered gent…

He was both Jekyll and Hyde…
She could never escape…

And she paid so dearly…
For each and every mistake…

When she spoke out of line…
When she acted out of turn…

A low punch was punishment…
Or a well hidden cigarette burn…

And when he finally passed…
His ghost still remained…

Now any photo she sees…
Brings back all her pain

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“He only wants to get you out of your mind”…

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The drink in her hand…
Her back against the wall…

He pins her so robustly…
Her defences quickly fall…

Her head feels so light…
Her world begins to spin…

Her legs turn to jelly…
As she breathes him all in…

She knows it’s not right…
But doesn’t really care…

She wants him to touch her…
And undo her underwear…

Whilst taking her to places…
That she has seldom been…

Where the Devil takes over…
And fills her soul with sin…

She needs him inside her…
Right here and right now…

She lets him have control…
But wants to show him how…

How much she wants him…
And how deeply she yearns…

To let out her bad side…
Show him tricks she’s learnt…

As she’s no longer an angel …
Peeled off those goddamn wings…

Removed that fucking halo…
All the rules that it brings…

And in this sinful moment…
Without any form of regret…

She’s turned to the dark side…
And hasn’t finished yet…

As it’s a thrill she longs for…
An addiction she can’t beat…

In high heels and stockings…
Against the cold, hard concrete…

And with the drink in her hand…
She forgets for just one moment…

The nightmare of her reality…
And her ongoing inner torment…

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“It all ends up the same somehow”…

Please welcome Panos as my latest Guest Poet.

You can read more of Panos’s work over at : https://surrealgypsy.wordpress.com/

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

Cheers

geath

Death is in every moment, and whoever in every moment dies,
he’s the prince the master, who in the sky flies.

Life is now and forever, and whoever lives in the now,
he’s the one who has discovered, Heaven’s know-how.

But whoever does not die and lives for the next moment,
he has dropped the holy milk and drinks from Hell’s torment.

So the choice is up to you. Do you want to realize?
Do you want to be an old fool, or one moment old and wise?

What means to live in the present but die in the now?
Means you have to kill everything for which you take a bow.

And then and only then you will be standing straight,
you will be filled with pure love not one drop of hate.

You will live for ever, and ever, in an eternal bliss,
you will have denied Death’s sweetest carnal kiss.