“How did we get here, when I used to know you so well”…

I am thrilled to welcome new guest poet Ethel, who also kindly nominated me for an award:

http://thedarkestraven.wordpress.com/2014/10/20/one-lovely-blog-award/

As you may know, I am no good at following the rules, but nevertheless, I am always humbled to receive and be thought about for such awards.

Please take time to check out Ethel’s amazing work and I hope you enjoy her submission as much as I did!

Cheers J

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Muse

Where did you go?
I seek of you
Until the end of the earth
I moved mountains
Parted the ocean
Soared the sky
And flipped the ground
But you’re nowhere to be found

Please come back to me
You are my muse
Without you
My words is just a
Dead language
Forgotten and never spoken
A history without
Its glory

My hands are trembling
I can’t grip my pen
The ink is just dripping
Wasted and exhausted
From waiting until the
Next sentence

I can’t move my hands and
I’m running out of ink
Without you
I just keep on rambling
I can’t form any script
I’m just a sad musing gaze
Trampled on the pave

So come back to me
You are my muse and
You’re all I need
To keep on writing
Just as a whipping top
I need your string
To keep on spinning
In this holy ground

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

“Somebody stepped inside your soul”…

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The little bird sits,
in the eye of the storm…

On a darkened rooftop,
all tattered and torn…

Her feathers all ruffled,
hiding new scars…

She’s looking for refuge,
under falling stars…

Searching for calm and
any kind of sanctuary…

Somewhere to hide,
until she can be free…

And it is all over,
when she will again fly…

In-between the sunset and
the dark moonlit sky…

But until that time,
the angry storm rages…

And each painful day,
writes new chapters and pages…

Of a complicated story,
where this little bird got lost…

Before finding herself,
without realising the cost…

As in a circle with three sides,
she got caught in-between…

And only pure sinners,
could feel what she’s seen…

As dodging the lightning,
became her awakening…

And a thirst for excitement,
became so very frightening…

Forcing a conclusion and
igniting Hell’s fire…

Which seeks out the truth,
as the flames reach higher…

Now sat on that rooftop,
it feels so out of control…

And the little bird attempts,
to reclaim her soul…

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“But I was a fool, playing by the rules”…

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Do you really feel better…

Now the fighting’s begun…

Getting your own way…

Thinking that you’ve won…

As you casually sit there…

Firing all your bullets…

Aiming straight and true…

And right for the gullet…

Taking no prisoners…

To ensure your victory…

Then holding the trophy aloft…

For all the world to see…

Did you take sick pleasure…

In watching all the pain…

Which you have inflicted…

Is that what you gained…

In this whole fucking affair…

That crushed others souls…

Sucked the light from them…

Leaving them dark and cold…

Did a sense of enjoyment…

Ignite your fucked up eyes…

Deflecting the real truth…

Whilst hiding all your lies…

Because inside you know…

Any victory is so hollow…

And with no sense of pride…

It’s a bitter pill to swallow…

As those voices keep talking…

Dancing round in your head…

They won’t leave you alone…

Filling you with a dread…

That haunts all your days…

And all of your thoughts…

Where you can’t face the facts…

Forgetting all you were taught…

But whilst you may feel better…

By thoughts that you have won…

Don’t think that this is over…

Because the war’s only just begun…

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“I’ll be what I am, solitary man”…

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She was good company…
For a very short while…

With her devilish looks…
And her demonic smile…
 
She was the only one…
That he ever let in…

She was so dangerous…
And laced with pure sin…
 
She was so alluring…
With an undeniable spark…

Encouraging rendezvous…
And secrets in the dark…
 
But all good things…
Must one day end…

And when she left…
He began to descend…
 
Now he sits solitary…
All his dreams destroyed…

Searching for something…
To fill the dark void…
 
Counting the bright stars…
High in the night sky…

Feeling so insignificant…
Always questioning why…
 
Looking for the answer…
Where no answer exists…

Between the Moon’s glow…
And the edge of the abyss…
 
Remembering the time…
She lit up his soul…

The moments of madness…
That they both stole…
 
But the heat of the moment…
Became the tears of regret…

Filled with a sadness…
That is hard to forget…
 
Leaving him rebuilding…
The walls she broke down…

Now he sits all alone…
Like a forgotten circus clown…

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“Je serai ce que je suis, homme solitaire”…

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Elle était de bonne compagnie…
Pour peu de temps…

Avec regards diaboliques…
Et sourire démoniaque…

Elle était la seule…
Qu’il laissa jamais entrer…

Elle était si dangereuse…
Et lacées de péché pur…

Elle était si séduisante…
Avec une étincelle indéniable…

Encouragant les rendez-vous…
Et les secrets dans l’obscurité…

Mais toutes les bonnes choses…
Doivent se terminer un jour…

Et quand elle est partie…
Il a commencé à descendre…

Et maintenant, il cherche…
Pour combler le vide sombre…

Cherchant quelque chose…
Pour combler les trous noirs…

Compter les étoiles brillantes…
Haut dans le ciel la nuit…

Se Sentant si insignifiant…
Se demandant toujours pourquoi…

Cherchant la réponse…
Où il n’existe pas de réponse…

Entre la lueur de la Lune…
Et le bord de l’abîme…

Se souvenir de l’époque…
Elle alluma son âme…

Les moments de folie…
Qu’ils ont tous les deux volé…

Mais les feux de l’action…
Sont devenus les larmes de regret…

Rempli d’une tristesse…
C’est difficile d’oublier…

Le laissant se reconstruire…
Les Murs qu’elle a brisé…

Maintenant, il y est assis tout seul…
Comme un clown de cirque oublié…

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“Holding on to nothing sacred”…

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The pain and the suffering…
In the valley of the lost…
All those missing people…
Who didn’t realise the cost…
The price that they paid…
For their sinful actions…
And totally underestimating…
The Gods reactions…

To what they had witnessed…
The performance in view…
It should never have been…
Now it’s too late to undo…
After what had taken place…
The calm following the storm…
Now the only ones left…
Are the broken and the torn…

Who managed to avoid…
The hole that was created…
Where others fell so deeply…
Thinking it was fated…
Feasting on the toxic…
Infecting souls and hearts…
That once were so pure…
But poisoned by evil’s darts…

Where did they go wrong…
When did it turn to hate…
Breaking away from the path…
No longer bound by fate…
Rebelling against the world…
Rising up against those Gods…
The twisted puppet masters…
Who rule with cast iron rods…

Quietly watching it all…
And showing their displeasure…
Compounding the lost with misery…
And hiding life’s little treasures…
Whilst feasting on the confusion…
And continually setting traps…
Always looking for an opportunity…
Never allowing them time to relax…

As they gaze upon them…
Looking down from great heights…
Never forgiving their actions…
Haunting their days and nights…
This is the pain and suffering…
Of the damned and of the lost…
Who simply didn’t listen…
And are now counting the cost…

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Art by Sabin Boykinov

“I’m in the fire, but I’m still cold”…

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In a blood Red room

The little man danced…

All was now ready…

Nothing was left to chance…

As the giant warned…

It was happening again…

And the White haired man…

Was becoming insane…

As he looked into a mirror…

That reflected back the beast…

A demon’s eyes staring…

With it’s powers increased…

Such a force of pure evil…

Walking with the fire…

It infected this weak soul…

Driving a murderous desire…

That was forged in the forest…

Whilst flying with the Owls…

Stood wild and naked…

As the lone wolf howled…

Now possessed by this spirit…

He dances with the girl…

His next helpless victim…

He’ll soon remove her soul…

And dispose of the body…

In such a calculated way…

So nobody would suspect him…

Or the Devil they must slay…

But careless clues are given…

In dreams that keep on coming…

Each one revealing something…

And a song the beast is humming…

Will soon be his undoing…

And it’s true identity revealed…

Whilst letters under fingernails…

Will finally begin to yield…

The answers they are looking for…

In the dramatic final act…

When the demon is exorcized…

And this case is finally cracked…

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