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

 

Shooting Stars…

~

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

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

 

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…

~

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…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

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

The Damned…

~

In the cold valley of the dead…
Where the moon refuses to rise…

The beaten and the damned…
Slowly walk, with lifeless eyes…

Carrying their sinful burden…
Weighed down by their crimes…

Committed in the knowledge…
That there would come a time…

Payment would be expected…
For the sullied lives they led…

And for each dark indiscretion…
A strand of soul would be shed…

Leading them to this silent place…
Where there is no form of mercy…

Where their devils and their demons…
Became jailers in this purgatory…

Injecting visions into their heads…
Replaying flashbacks of the past…

A constant and daily reminder…
A mental punishment that will last…

Ensuring the blood on their hands…
Will never wash clean in the river…

And permanently staining their sight…
So whenever they search in a mirror…

They witness the horror before them…
See the monsters they’ve become…

And in their descent into this evil…
Became property of the snakelike one…

Who must carry their deepest secrets…
Beyond earth’s unforgiving cold grave…

Understanding they are lost forever…
With no chance that someone will save…

As it was part of the deal they signed…
Which was then sealed by their actions…

And the small print in the contract…
Prevented any last ditch retraction…

From the cold valley of the damned…
Where the sinners will always rise…

Once their time on earth is over…
And silver coins cover their eyes…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Gods Gonna Cut You Down” By Johnny Cash

Guest Poet Week – Thank You…

A big thank you to all my Guest Poets this week – I hope you enjoyed them

In case you missed them, there is a summary link below to each of the featured poets and poems

If you would like to submit for a Guest Poet slot, please email eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk to be considered
Cheers
J

https://eyewillnotcry.com/2017/01/22/guest-poet-1-chasm-of-nothing/

https://eyewillnotcry.com/2017/01/23/guest-poet-2-exposed/

https://eyewillnotcry.com/2017/01/24/guest-poet-3/

https://eyewillnotcry.com/2017/01/25/guest-poet-4-fallen-angel/

https://eyewillnotcry.com/2017/01/26/guest-poet-5-baby-the-sky-is-roaring/

Damned…

~

I see you out there staring at me…
With a curious mind full of inquiry…
So let me tell you my life’s story…
And you may start to understand…

This is my version of history…
Revealing some of the mystery…
Opening your eyes, so you may see…
The blood stains on my hand…

From the episodes of treachery…
To the pure underhand adultery…
That explain my downward trajectory…
As I walked across this land…

Living a life entombed in misery…
Yet with flashes of spine-chilling electricity…
And infused with such fucking intensity…
But built solely on quicksand…

Where dark forces used their trickery…
Where people I met were so slippery…
Filling me with the Devil’s mastery…
And I fell under his command…

So even Mermaids in the sea…
Swam though my wasted life’s debris…
Refusing to give respite or company…
As I somehow tried to stand…

But I’m not seeking your sympathy…
Even if that sounds contradictory…
As you watched events from the gallery…
And you know I will be hanged…

For my crimes and for my foolery…
During enlightenment and discovery…
That fucked with my psychology…
Where nothing went as planned…

Eroding my powers of recovery…
To bounce back from life’s savagery…
But the judgement made against me…
Means any future is now banned…

And I’ll pay for my skulduggery…
So no matter what you’ll think of me…
As you gaze at my hell bound body…
I know I’m beaten and I’m damned…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Dream On” by Aerosmith

Eye Spy…

~

This is a true story…
One that’s seldom heard…

It’s whispered in dark corners…
And ignited by the words…

Never spoken aloud…
In fear of what they’ll say…

As someone’s always watching…
Every minute of each day…

In a story that encapsulates…
The true meaning of desire…

Of the sinful undertakings…
That flicker in Hell’s great fire…

A story that gets buried…
Out of sight, out of your mind…

In a land full of deception…
Where distraction is designed…

To drag each and every soul…
Deep into its black depths…

Where the depraved simply exist…
And the sinner simply regrets…

But is no longer capable…
Of pure thought and deed…

Which was instantly replaced…
By the Devil’s evil seed…

That has taken a firm grip…
Entwined around cold hearts…

From the very first moment…
Like a poison filled dart…

Piercing each and every soul…
And infecting all their thoughts…

Removing all the goodness…
And the innocence once taught…

This is the story of demons…
A story of pure evil ways…

Where nothing is ever sacred…
And nothing will ever stay…

Forever covered up or hidden…
This story will always be re-told…

And if you didn’t heed this warning…
Eye spy the fool playing with gold…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “I Spy” by Pulp

Hung…

~

Sat in the woods…
Under a big oak tree…

The knotted rope hanging…
His mental state is uneasy…

Whilst the quiet wind whispers…
And tree branches wave…

The warm sunshine glistens…
In a last attempt to save…

As he gazes in wonder…
Of the awe inspiring beauty…

The simplicity of this life…
As the bees go about their duty…

And the contrast it paints…
With his bitter time on earth…

Filled with pain and anger…
Subjected to so much hurt…

That rained down upon him…
In a relentless shit storm…

The never ending trauma…
From the day he was born…

But as flashbacks consume him…
The decision’s already made…

And in this open theatre…
His last act will be played…

Where no one will bear witness…
And no one will see…

This decent into madness…
His final brush with insanity…

Or watch as he climbs…
And edge out onto the limb…

With his mind in isolation…
The darkness will soon win…

Overcoming his fragile psyche…
Taking his ravaged soul…

Dragged along by the voices…
That remain in full control…

And as rope burns neck…
He takes a deep, sad breath…

Offers up his final prayer…
And steps off to his death…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “O’Children” by Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds