Distraction…

Pandora__s_Box_by_chibimoth

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Caught out again…
By a trick of the light…

Pulled down by gravity…
Impossible to fight…

Fooled by the look…
Flashed from her eyes…

Trapped by the Devil…
Removing his disguise…

Revealing a truth…
That shook his world…

Unmuting the voices…
As the saga unfurled…

Joining all the dots…
And making a story…

Of his hidden feelings…
That once were history…

But now they are back…
The flood gates are open…

Despite all his efforts…
He’s unable to close them…

And put back Pandora…
Inside her ornamental box…

An impossible mission…
When it refuses to lock…

Keeping it out there…
Lurking in shadows…

Where the beast feasts…
And the darkness knows…

All of his secrets…
And every white lie…

All that gets spoken…
As EYE FLY HIGH…

Bringing back memories…
That once were forgotten…

And buried deep down…
In a box that was rotten…

Now his world is viewed…
Through a distorted eye…

Lost in the distraction…
That lights up the night sky…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Riverman” By Noel Gallagher’s High Flying Birds

 

“As he faced the sun he cast no shadow”…

Please welcome John as my latest Guest Poet. You can read more of John’s work here:

https://bandeaux.wordpress.com/

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

plane

Old men dream dreams
With eyes awake
And open eyed
accept their age.
With cold precision
lined
detailed
they see the days
stretched out before
like lines upon a page.

And boys dream dreams
with eyes half shut
with gallant sword
held out once more.
They see their self as heroes come
With much acclaim
And at their side
the beauty
that they dreamed before.

These beauties did not dream of them
They did not dream
of conquering men
No if they dreamed
They dreamed at night
Of saving whales
And speaking right
And pleading for imprisoned men
Or tilting at imagines mills.

Old women dreamed when no one knew
Of being young
And loving men
Who also dreamed of loving them.

But sometimes women old and young
And men who sit in blazing sun
Awake and find their dreams are naught
And stones are hard on bended knees
The sun, at day, burns on a back
That bows,
accepting wrongful kings
or break from thrown stones.

And sometimes some women
young or old
See through the pain that others wrought
See through the folly others sought
And see that dreams
were last night dream’t……
……..And waking clearly know

That all todays must start again.

 

 

“Keep on, chasing down that rainbow”…

Please welcome Ansaa as tonight’s guest poet – you can read more of Ansaa’s work here: https://webranter.wordpress.com/about/

Guest poet slots are always available,  just email your words to eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers

J

hoj

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Eye will not cry!
My optimism clouds all bad grey thoughts.

Eye will not cry
As I look forward
Though dark shadows cast their evil lots.

Eye will not cry
Because my mind
Looks forward to the best.

Eye will not cry
Because life tries to put me to the test.

~

“There’s something in the way, she moves me to distraction”…

Pandora__s_Box_by_chibimoth

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Caught out again…
By a trick of the light…

Pulled down by gravity…
Impossible to fight…

Fooled by the look…
Flashed from her eyes…

Trapped by the Devil…
Removing his disguise…

Revealing a truth…
That shook his world…

Unmuting the voices…
As the saga unfurled…

Joining all the dots…
And making a story…

Of his hidden feelings…
That once were history…

But now they are back…
The flood gates are open…

Despite all his efforts…
He’s unable to close them…

And put back Pandora…
Inside her ornamental box…

An impossible mission…
When it refuses to lock…

Keeping it out there…
Lurking in shadows…

Where the beast feasts…
And the darkness knows…

All of his secrets…
And every white lie…

That gets spoken…
As EYE FLY HIGH…

Bringing back memories…
That once were forgotten…

And buried deep down…
In a box that was rotten…

Now his world is viewed…
Through different eyes…

Making sense of distraction…
And lighting up the night sky…

~

“Take me, back from the darkness where they sent me”…

paradise-lost

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In a dream within a dream…

Where nothing’s as it seems…

The angels watch and scream…

Then turn their back…

On what plays out before them…

The drama that unfolds…

In a way that blinds their eyes…

And leaves scorch marks on their souls…

A dream where no one can know…

Where cruel realities collide…

Where danger and demons hide…

And only the toughest survive…

An all out attack…

From out of the Black…

And from within the abyss…

Where a blink would miss…

And the winged queen may dismiss…

A plea from the heart…

That was doomed from the very start…

And begin where she ends…

Where lightning strikes and bends…

The strands of time…

And one by one, in a line…

The crawling sinner’s fucked up crime…

Is judged and condemned…

By a system that controls…

Owns all of the souls…

That weep and fly around…

Screaming, yet not making a sound…

Deep underneath the ground…

In this version of Hell…

Where voiceless demons tell…

And hopeless victims sell…

Themselves…

And all that they own…

In the hope that forgiveness is shown…

Within this dream that’s grown…

Into the next…

Leaving your head so vexed…

It’s all so fucking complex…

And so complicated…

The Devil should have waited…

Instead he fucking created…

The lost…

Left counting the cost…

In a winter field of frost…

With wires severely crossed…

In this dream within a dream…

Where nothing was what it seemed…

~

Image – Gustav Dore: Lucifer Falling (Paradise Lost)