The Wife…

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Twenty Three years…
Of the love delusion…

Twenty Three years…
Of cupid’s fucking illusion…

Twenty Three years…
Of badly fractured vows…

Twenty Three years…
Only God knows how…

Twenty Three years…
Of ups and downs…

Twenty Three years…
Of smiles, of frowns…

Twenty Three years…
Said it wouldn’t last…

Twenty Three years…
Hidden behind a mask…

Twenty Three years…
Navigating rough seas…

Twenty Three years…
Battling monotony…

Twenty Three years…
Forgiving, never forgetting…

Twenty Three years…
Of quietly regretting…

Twenty Three years…
Failing to communicate…

Twenty Three years…
Watching scars accumulate…

Twenty Three years…
Of the secrets and lies…

Twenty Three years…
Eye Will Not Cry…

Twenty Three years…
Of daily deceit…

Twenty Three years…
Can you feel my heartbeat…

Twenty Three years…
What have we done to each other…

Twenty Three years…
Will we ever recover…

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©Eyewillnotcry

Inspired by the song: “The Sorrowful Wife” by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

Wizard of Oz…

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I’m floating above…
And I’m reaching beyond…
I’m the Wizard of Oz
And all that belongs…

To you…

Belongs to me…
Open your eyes and see…
How it’s so fucking easy…

Behind my velvet curtain…
Through the smoke and mirrors…
The old art of distraction…
The chains that bind; your painful reaction…

As my anger fires…
Your humble soul expires…
My electricity, lighting up the wires…

I treat you mean…
Like Steve McQueen…
And it keeps you so very keen…

I’m the Wizard of Oz…
I can be cruel “just because”…
I’m the Wizard of Oz…

And you…

You belong to me…
Don’t you fucking see…

You’re under my spell…
Trapped in this vacuous hell…
The spot where you fell…

At my feet…

Devil and Angel would finally meet…
So simple…
So humble…
So innocent and sweet…

But you burnt up in my heat…

Wilted in the presence…
Of the Wizard of Oz…

Because…
Because…
Because…

You’re my prisoner by choice…
Not permitted to raise your voice…

You’re under my spell…
Enchanted by this Infidel…
The lies that I tell…

The stories I weave…
The way I mislead…

I’m the Wizard of Oz…

I’m injecting your dreams…
Applying my posion so liberally…

I’m infecting your visions…
As you sleep so peacefully…

Making you so god damn hungry…

But only for me…

Your heart is swollen…
Your pure soul is stolen…

And in death we shall be…
Entwined for all eternity…

Together forever…

Yet still together alone…
I’ll never rest under stone…

As I’m the Wizard of Oz…

Flying above and beyond…

My red hand holding wilted roses…
Pockets filled with dead posies…

A cheating heart and a broken soul…
But always, always remaining in control…

Always breaking my promises…

To you…

And to us…

As I’m the Wizard of Oz…

Because…
Because…
Because…

I can…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song :”Red Right Hand” by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

No Escape…

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You carry your guilt…
You carry your pain…

You have the knowledge…
You’re aware of the shame…

And all of the names…
Those faces in the night…

Waiting for you to sleep…
Before resuming the fight…

As their Skeleton key…
Picks open locked boxes…

You hid from the world…
The hounds and the foxes…

Buried in dark places…
Where no one should find…

Yet in darkness they sparkle…
Like fools gold they shine…

Pointing their fingers…
Screaming their stories…

It was right at the time…
Feasting on the glories…

Gorging on sweet fruit…
Of the forbidden kind…

Swallowing those juices…
The type you only find…

When locking alcohol lips…
With dirty angel faces…

Risking your tongue…
In secret, sensitive places…

Knowing what’s right…
Choosing what’s wrong…

Understanding the lyrics…
Still ignoring the song…

Yet it plays at full volume…
When you turn out the lights…

In the darkness you’d dream…
And that’s where you’d fight…

But those voices began stalking…
Even when you’re awake…

Leaving you forever haunted…
And there’ll be no escape…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song :”Hallelujah” by Nick Cave

Riding Into Abbeville…

Please welcome Glenn as tonight’s Guest Poet

You can read more of Glenn’s work here:https://glenndhorne.com/

If you want to submit a poem, please email eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers

There came a horseman riding in,
Riding in the morning.
There came a horseman riding in,
Riding in the morning.

The townsfolk gathered round about
To see why he was roaring
In pain. He slid from off his mount
And fell beneath an awning.

There came a horseman riding in,
Riding in the morning.
There came a horseman riding in,
Riding in the morning.

The doctor noted he was sick,
So sick he wasn’t stirring:
‘I don’t know what is wrong with him,
So sick he isn’t stirring.’

The horseman grabbed the doctor’s vest
And whispered in his auras:
‘The plague, my dear doctor.’ He drew a breath;
He died that very morning.

Copyright Glenn D. Horne, Previously published in FreeXpresSion September, 2015

 

The Fall…

fallen

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The descent of the man…
Who fell from so very high…

Now lives the life of a stranger…
The direct result of his lies…

A shadow of his former self…
All he knew now lies in tatters…

Barely clinging onto his sanity…
He’s lost everything that matters…

Unable to go back and rectify…
Those damaging past mistakes…

Which cast a long dark shadow…
And make his flawed heart ache…

Reminding him on a daily basis…
Of the decisions that he made…

That when in need of self-control…
His moral compass began to fade…

When the thrill of that chase…
Became a high speed adventure…

In believing he was untouchable…
Higher and higher he did venture…

Lost in moments of sweet seduction…
A feeling of total invincibility…

Ignoring the guidance he was given…
Believing his deeds had invisibility…

Never giving a second thought…
To the consequences of his actions…

Just basking in the searing heat…
Of those late, late night distractions…

Where sinful demons led the way…
While lust danced with his mind…

He drank in every single second…
As his soul became consigned…

But as it all started to unravel…
As cracks quickly  began to appear…

He became backed into a corner…
With nowhere to hide or disappear…

As that sudden guilt realisation…
Overcame him much, much too late…

And everything else that followed…
Was a glass of Karma, mixed with Fate…

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Avalanche” Covered by Nick Cave

Unforgiven…

tree-birds

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The little bird glides…
Upon broken wings…

Burdened by pain…
And unable to sing…

Not able to focus…
On the world around…

Her ears are deaf…
Can’t hear a sound…

Consumed by the black…
That covers her eyes…

Distorts all her senses…
She’s blind as she flies…

Into the huge storm…
That rages ahead…

Battling her demons…
Who want her dead…

Struggling to find…
A sanctuary shelter…

A safe place to land…
Someone to help her…

To tend her wounds…
See her though the night…

Ease all her worries…
Listen to her plight…

Someone she can trust…
With her inner fears…

Hold her so very tight…
And dry all her tears…

Instead she is left…
So cold and alone…

Far far away from…
Where she called home…

And the one she left…
Who broke her heart…

Leaving her needing…
To make a fresh start…

Where she can begin…
To rebuild and live…

As she’ll never go back…
And she’ll never forgive…

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “We No Who U R” by Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds

Eye Will Not Cry – Update…

Dear Friends

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