“But she is the sharp pain in your chest”…

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Did you feel the lightning…
As it struck your heart…
The moment that you saw her…
Right back at the start…

Did she infect your mind…
Was she your only one…
Did she become your universe…
The stars, the moon and sun…

Did you fall deep for her…
Head over fucking heels…
Allow your soul the freedom…
And all your heart to feel…

Did she become your everything…
A simply overwhelming obsession…
Your morning, noon and night…
And your sinful dark confession…

Were her words so powerful…
That you forgot who you were…
Becoming a different person…
Where reality became a blur…

And was that amazing feeling…
Worth the price you paid…
As it all quickly fell apart…
And memories started to fade…

Opening up the empty void…
With nothing that can replace…
The feelings of excitement…
That once lit up your face…

As you sit there wondering…
How the fuck to carry on…
Without all the distraction…
Without her sinful song…

As in pure desperation…
You pushed it all away…
Wanting everything or nothing…
It had to be your way…

But now you miss the lightning…
That once struck your cold, cold heart…
And the moments shared with her…
Right back at the very start…

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

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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…

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Image – Gustav Dore: Lucifer Falling (Paradise Lost)

“You can look, but you can’t touch”…

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Distracting with her dancing…
So pleasing on the eye…

The Queen of fucking everything…
Controls the Moon and sky…

She’s filled with many secrets…
And such dark mystery…

Flooding the room with lies…
So no one can ever see…

What’s going on inside her…
The truth that can’t be told…

A sum of her broken history…
And memories that can’t be sold…

Or ever spoken out aloud…
In fear of what they’d say…

Lost in a haze of paranoia…
That always wins the day…

Where all her insecurities…
Flood her fucked up head…

And circle round like vultures…
Tearing apart what’s said…

Searching for hidden meanings…
In each and every word…

Analysing what is spoken…
Questioning what she’s heard…

Whilst projecting an image…
She wants the world to see…

A version so intense…
Yet mixed with such insanity…

So no one dares to question…
Or challenge what she says…

Instils them with a fear…
And on that fear she plays…

Ensuring that she knows it all…
That she is always told…

Monitoring the information flow…
Trying to stay in full control…

And remain the one in charge…
The one who makes the rules…

She’s the Queen of fucking everything…
And she’ll make you feel such a fool…

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photo credit – instagram @jamieb1973 #newyorkcity

“The peace in my mind is drowning, fading down”…

I am excited to be able to bring you another poem from my guest poet Pepper!

You can read more of her work here: http://fieldofthorns.wordpress.com/

Enjoy – Cheers J

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Black Daffodil

Black bouquets of daffodils
Wrapped in a stripe of seaweed
Charged in brackish marsh water
Quiet little screams –
A deafening silence
Reeling in briny water
Pungent smells of mud and sulfur
Stir memories of brimstone and lace
Flowers long for the color of sunshine
Seaweed mimics tatting
Dread arrives with a beautiful box
The underside inscribed –
To capture your every thought
Whisper, them inside.

Black bouquets of daffodils
Wrapped in a stripe of seaweed
Charged in brackish marsh water
Flowers of pitch hitched –
To weeds, from the sea
Both grace a special place
Deep within my heart
A heart — ever so gray
It beats wicked and hard
Far beyond stars
A place, a house of cards
With wandering wondering eyes –
Watching Twenty-eight crabs
Fall, fall, fall
Fall from a June sky
Scorpio and cancer lie together
Apparently there is no — never.

Black bouquets of daffodils
Wrapped in a stripe of seaweed
Charged in brackish marsh water
This is — no longer a dream
Of storks with short legs
Or tubs with no water
Sadly, I bore rather quickly
Please keep me amused
With your charm and your ruse
I’m intrigued by intellectual thunder.

Amazing art by Steve Kenny

If you want to be a guest poet, please email photo, words and youtube clip to eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

“If your asking me, I say no surrender”…

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He lives in a world…
Of his own creation…
So brave and so fearless…
And without hesitation…
Walking tall and proud…
Just embracing life…
Growing stronger each day…
Never thinking twice…
Viewing everything…
Through different eyes…
Young, pure and innocent…
Not tainted by lies…
Living in a bubble…
Of total protection…
Each day an education…
And full of reflection…
Where the stresses and strains…
Of this cruel Earth…
Have remained out of sight…
Since his day of birth…

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He never ever worries…
About what is to come…
Living life in the moment…
Basking in the warm sun…
Whilst laughing and joking…
Ignoring all the rules…
But knowing right from wrong…
And not suffering fools…
Never surrendering…
To any negative thoughts…
Or seeing the bigger picture…
Of what lies before…
The mistakes he will make…
When following the crowd…
And when circumstances…
Don’t make him proud…
But he will live his life…
And do it his own way…
Filling me with pride…
Each and every day…

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“Feel your attraction again, your instinct can’t be wrong”…

Presenting more words from my much loved guest poet Cate!

I hope you enjoy – Cheers J

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He pulls her closer to him
Holds tight to her arms
Memorising the smile in her eyes
Trying to resist her charms
He reaches down to the zip
Of her red velvet coat
Slowly pulling it up over her body
Right up to her throat
He smirks at her bemusement
As she tilts her soft lit face
Pleading him to stay
Needing the heat of the chase
He shakes his head profusely
Taking her in his arms again
He holds tight in embrace
Warming her shivering frame
He releases her slowly
She laughs, teases having her fun
Cutting through friction coursing
So evident between them
He falls under her spell
An addiction settles easy within
Futile to deny any feeling
She wins him all over again
He stands closer still
As rain begins to fall
Each breathing on moist skin
Accepting the devil’s call.
He holds her cold hands
Soothing stokes to calm her
Places them on heated cheeks
He allows her to become his cure
He knows he should go
Enforces the point kindly
Under street light she’s too inviting
Persuaded, he stays blindly
Enjoying freely times like these
Coming alive at her unique touch
Sometimes in awe of her presence
Knowing they need each other much
He keeps quiet for a moment
She stills as he studies her
In their own private universe
Their connection stirs
He reflects in her warmth
Beginning not to want to let go
She will have her way
Many more times he does know
He kisses her gently
Lips revealing more than they should
They hold and let go
Resigned to being good
He takes a hand
Clasps it so tight
Winks a knowing smile at her
Turns heel and bids goodnight.

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If you would like to guest poet, please email photo, words and youtube clip to eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk