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

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…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

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

 

The One…

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She spoke a private language…
Only he could understand…

Transmitted unspoken messages…
By the touch of her magical hand…

She infected all his dreams…
Sent him spinning at first sight…

Her spell was all encompassing…
Stole his days and all his nights…

At every single opportunity…
He would find the time to play…

With their secret conversations…
Firing up his mundane day…

As games of Truth or Dare…
Wasted away the minutes…

Sending lust filled messages…
Pushed boundaries; pushed limits…

They became friends with benefits…
Behind locked hotel room doors…

Their clothes eagerly removed…
Her underwear fell to the floor…

Revealing her flawless body…
One that’d fallen to this earth…

A stunning brown eyed angel…
Beyond all material worth…

As she laid naked beside him…
He would feel not a shred of shame…

It was like a Hollywood movie scene…
But this was no longer a game…

Her lips were so damn sweet…
Passion burned behind her eyes…

And reaching deep into his soul…
She pulled him in-between her thighs…

But the gravity of the situation…
Began to weigh heavy on his mind…

She’d become a deadly addiction…
He simply had to leave behind…

Now she’s a guilt laced memory…
The cause of his eternal disgrace…

She remains his only regret in life…
But one he refuses to ever erase…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song :”On the Level” by Leonard Cohen

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…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song :”Hallelujah” by Nick Cave

Guilty…

It was the story of her life…
Stolen moments and memories…

All those choices she made…
Became secret documentaries…

Where only her eyes filmed it…
And only her heart knew the truth…

Of a once pure soul tainted…
Unrecognisable from her youth…

A time where balance existed…
Right and wrong was clear…

Until the voices started to whisper…
And the blurring began to appear…

Out of sight, out of mind…
What they don’t know won’t hurt…

But as the gravity grew stronger…
The dark pull left her inert…

She was unable to think straight…
She was unable to walk away…

Lust was like a drug addiction…
She was held under its sway…

The excitement of deception…
And the ease of execution…

Left a taste without exception…
There was no substitution…

Tracks always covered up…
No clues for the detection…

Thrill seeking in the moment…
No care for self-reflection…

But judgement is upon her…
They’re speaking in fork tongues…

Her punishment is awaiting…
She hears those distant drums…

And she knows the crimes committed…
Year after guilt ridden year…

Will forge the chains that bind her…
So she walks toward the light in fear…

She knows that everybody cheats…
She knew that everybody lies…

But she didn’t expect this feeling…
And it’s too late to apologise…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Guilty” By Paloma Faith

 

Struggle Under The Weight…

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Surrounded by love…
As he sits in his chair…

Feels their warmth of affection…
Yet there’s a chill in the air…

One only he can feel…
A guilt laced iced dart…

Piercing through his defences…
And straight into his heart…

Keeping him grounded…
Reminding of dark times…

That the mask that he wears…
Still hides his old crimes…

And he knows the veneer…
Is so fragile, so very thin…

It could shatter anytime…
And his demons will win…

Leave him pleading for mercy…
So open and exposed…

And afraid of their judgement…
For sins committed in shadows…

His secret dark double life…
The snake tattooed on his back…

A permanent inked reminder…
Of a time etched in black…

Where his actions and deeds…
Sit like a crown of thorns…

Wrapping his heart in chains…
Tainted by the devil’s horns…

Always clouding his vision…
Always feeling their presence…

He knows this is never ending…
It will be a life sentence…

And as he quietly sits there…
Feeling such a fucking fraud…

Locked in his mental prison…
His soul damned and flawed…

Watching their smiling faces…
Filled with love and with trust…

His guilt gains extra burden…
Under the weight, he is crushed…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Truth is a Beautiful Thing” By London Grammar

White Lies…

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Carrying the secret…
Deep down inside…

Trying to keep hidden…
The reason she lied…

Straight to his face…
Looking deep into his eyes…

And without hesitation…
Every word was a lie…

That tried to cover up…
What she had done…

Not prepared to admit…
The dark sinful fun…

That lingers inside…
And preys on her mind…

The sex filled encounter…
Which helped her unwind…

And forget all about…
Her world of stress…

As she kissed his mouth…
And slipped off her dress…

Allowing him access…
To all that she had…

And up against the wall…
She knew it was mad…

But inside she knows…
That this was insane…

Yet she has to carry on…
Living with the shame…

Tormented by flashbacks…
That distort real life…

As she plays the part…
Of the dutiful wife…

To the one she loves…
With no intention to leave…

But his cold, distant touch…
Drove her to deceive…

And leave her looking…
For the next chance…

To find another escape…
And another lustful dance…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Whilte Lies” By Paolo Nutini

Shooting Stars…

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We are here today…
But gone too soon…

Just shooting stars…
Not like the Moon…

That hangs around…
In time and space…

Never ever revealing…
It’s darkened face…

Remaining forever…        
Within our view…

Unlike the passing…
Of those we hold true…

The ones we love…
Become faces we lose…

The best get taken…
We don’t get to choose…

Who stays or who goes…
Into heavens domain…

From the dawn of time…
It has been the same…

As the departed travel…
Into unknown lands…

Leaving behind them…
Our grieving hands…

Reaching upwards…
Towards the night sky…

Forever asking…
“Why Gods, Why”…

But no one answers…
And the silence deafens…

Our turn gets closer…
Our mortality threatened…

Because in many ways…
We just live to die…

We can’t stop it…
Or even begin to try…

As we’re here today…
But will be gone too soon…

Just shooting stars…
Not like the Moon…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “People Are Like Suns” By Crowded House

Heidelberg…

Please welcome back Nathan as today’s Guest Poet

You can read more of Nathan’s work https://randompoemswithnohome.wordpress.com

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

Cheers

There’s no everlasting love
when life is never lasting.
I miss you, Jean.
I miss you in that way
that the embers of dreams
try to rekindle themselves
when you wake up from something
so precious and everlasting.
When I wake up you’re not here
and my heart feels void of time.
I miss you, Jean.
I miss you in that way that
dust settles and portraits of
landscapes seem to possess
dreams and futures that have
nowhere to run and escape.
I miss you, Jean.
I miss you and I love you
in that way that faith has a way
of carrying a dance forever and on.

The Truth…

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He’s not the man you thought he was…
You can see it deep in his eyes

That mask he’s worn every day…
Was a thin and fragile disguise

Constructed of smoke and mirrors…
It relied upon casual distraction

Keeping you from seeing the truth…
Kept you away from the real action

As he struck a deal with the Devil
Upon turning the age of Thirty Three…

And in exchange for sinful pleasures
He handed over his soul so willingly

But you would never have known it…
As he kept it all so well hidden

And from the outside looking in
You’d never see all that’s forbidden…

Nor the sweet fruit that he’d tasted
Or the lives that he had destroyed…

Whilst he took just what he wanted
Breaking hearts like childrens toys

But now he drowns in the darkness
Long gone are those days of light

His vision is now clouded by sadness…
Regret replaces those once lustful nights

As the sands of time are running out
And he is counting down the days

All that remains are the flashbacks
Vivid memories trap him in a maze

Whilst he faces up to the grim reality
That his time on Earth is now short

He could not escape this forever…
Immortality could never be bought…

And that fear of what is coming…
The Hell that will be his prison

Fills his cold heart with a panic
As he knows he can’t be forgiven

There’s nothing more he can do
The damage has already been done…

And the next chapter that he faces…
Will be full of Fire and Brimstone…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “It Seemed The Better Way” By Leonard Cohen