The Words…

Is it fair to be…
In love with her…
When she doesn’t care…
Or even notice me…
To carry so much…
When she gives so little…
Always staring through me…
Her touch forever eluding me…
So I suffer in silence…
In anguish and pain…
And watch her face twist at…
The mention of my name…
Blessed with such beauty…
Grace, which I admire quietly…
Hiding my beastly face…
Wishing I could be braver…
Should I chase her affections…
Profess my love out loud…
Would she fall utterly spellbound…
From her untouchable cloud…
And into my protecting arms…
For everyone around to see…
That the one out of reach…
Would even so much as…
More than just look through me…
If she felt all this pain…
And saw through my eyes…
Just how much I feel for her…
She’d react with shock and surprise…
Unrequited, I know it’s unwanted…
I know that this is wrong…
And my heart wasn’t invited…
Yet this is so fucking unfair…
She will never be mine…
I’ll never fully taste those lips…
Under the sinner’s moonlight…
Or dance with her past midnight…
Or take to places she’s never seen…
Her on my arm, like a fairy-tale Queen…
So much better kept to myself…
Try not to let her, or anyone else…
In on my secret, that’s locked away…
Until the time feels right and I can say…
Aloud, or whisper these words in her ear…
Without fear of being damned…
Or being dismissed out of hand…
Is it really fair to be…
In love with her, totally…
When she doesn’t care…
Or even notice me…

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Love Song” Sung by Elton John

“Hold me closer, Tiny Dancer”…

Guest Poet Week – Number 6

To celebrate this blogs 2nd anniversary, I am honouring other people’s work with a week of Guest Poets.

The Guest Poet feature on this blog has been tremendously successful and I would like to take this opportunity to thank each and every poet who has taken the time to partake.

Guest Poet number Six this week is new to these pages as a poet, but a regular commenter  – so please welcome Claire!

You can read more of Claire’s work here – http://everylifeisamemoir.com/

Going forward, the Guest Poet slots will still be available, so if you want to join in, please email your words to me at eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers

The Dance

 

Dancing with Reality is to have a skilled partner

With style, he whirls me across the floor

His feet execute moves never seen on this earth

With ease that comes only with practice

 

When I falter, he does not stop

When my breath fails, he does not slow

One hand tightens around my waist

And with the other he compels me on

 

His favorite device is to spin me

Around and around I go

The room’s in a haze, and my head is light

But he will not allow me to slow

 

Eventually, I collapse from exhaustion

Thirst and fatigue overtake me

When I wake, my lungs still on fire

He stands over me with a mocking smile

 

His hand is outstretched while he bows

My unwilling hand he folds in his own

He pulls me up close, looks deep into my eyes

And spins me back into his dance

“And now she’s in me, always with me”…

~

He’s no longer sure…
If he liked you that much…

He no longer craves…
The warmth of your touch…

The spark has died…
And there is little else left…

What once existed…
Has been laid to rest…

Leaving you a stranger…
No longer part of his dreams…

Like a bit part actress…
That’s seldom on screen…

And stood on the outside…
You’re now looking in…

Wondering how this happened…
Much to your chagrin…

As there was a time…
When he worshiped you…

He believed your lies…
Prayed they were true…

And connected so deep…
You shook his very soul…

Sending his moral compass…
Spinning out of control…

He became your puppet…
The mistress’s servant…

He’d do anything for you…
Even if you didn’t deserve it…

But you turned on him…
Like a vampire craving blood…

You drained his emotions…
Whilst feasting on the flood…

Leaving him searching…
For the sanctuary of shadows…

A hole in the darkness…
Where only he knows…

A place he could think…
Allow his mind to clearly see…

And it granted him freedom…
From your constant misery…

~

“A man like me, is dead in places”…

Please welcome Jon as my latest Guest Poet.  You can read more of his work here:

http://noblethemes.me/about/

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

Cheers

My only friend is darkness.

My God, my mothering God, why have you forsaken?
Why are you so far, when despair my life has taken?

All through the day I call on you, the Everlasting;
I stretch my hands to heaven, weeping and fasting.

Imprisoned in the darkness in the deepest abyss,
No friendly soul, no sound relieves my loneliness.

Shattered pieces of my life lay ugly on the ground;
Dust settles slowly, covering me without a sound.

What have I done, my God, to incite your anger?
Whom have I hurt to place my soul in such danger?

Yet you have cast me down into the lowest grave;
Will you not now hear me, my very life to save?

Dying shards are scattered unforgiving in the wind;
Snaking sinews crawling round each and every bend.

Why do you cast me off and reject me, my Lord?
In terror you unsheathe your double-edged sword.

Your wrath sweeps over me like the terrible flood
As I plead the mercy of your beloved Son’s blood.

This dark prison is mine, and my very own alone,
And my shepherdess calls not in passion’s tone.

Like corpse in the grave, long buried, forgotten;
Left no stone or mark, nor tears for the ground;

Thrown down by your hand, crushed and broken,
And my maiden of grace shall hear not a sound.

My God, my mothering God, why have you forsaken?
Why are you so far, when despair my life has taken?

But my only friend is darkness.

 

“While some leave you counting, the stars in the night”…

~

He’s stood on a rooftop…
And time is standing still…
A sweet stolen moment…
An unbelievable thrill…
Nobody is watching…
Under a star filled sky…
There’s no rhyme nor reason…
And no point asking why…
As there is no real answer…
Nothing that would make sense…
There are just feeble excuses…
With no robust defence…
That will never hold up…
In the eyes of the law…
Or in front of the Gods…
Who’ve seen it all before…
A Hundred Million times…
The outcome always the same…
Where the guilty ones hide…
And refuse to take any blame…

He carried the dark secret…
Locked it deep away…
Only letting it out…
To quietly remember the day…
That he was teleported…
Onto another world…
Where two realities combined…
And white lines got blurred…
As forbidden lips collided…
Bodies intertwined and fused…
Before being sadly parted…
Leaving heads and hearts confused…
But forging such a memory…
That wasn’t his to control…
And no matter what came after…
Gravity had altered his soul…
And pulls him to that rooftop…
Whenever he closes his eyes…
A most beautiful moment…
Wrapped up in danger and in lies…

~

“While some leave you counting, the stars in the night”…

~

He’s stood on a rooftop…
And time is standing still…
A sweet stolen moment…
An unbelievable thrill…
Nobody is watching…
Under a star filled sky…
There’s no rhyme nor reason…
And no point asking why…
As there is no real answer…
Nothing that would make sense…
There are just feeble excuses…
With no robust defence…
That will never hold up…
In the eyes of the law…
Or in front of the Gods…
Who’ve seen it all before…
A Hundred Million times…
The outcome always the same…
Where the guilty ones hide…
And refuse to take any blame…

He carried the dark secret…
Locked it deep away…
Only letting it out…
To quietly remember the day…
That he was teleported…
Onto another world…
Where two realities combined…
And white lines got blurred…
As forbidden lips collided…
Bodies intertwined and fused…
Before being sadly parted…
Leaving heads and hearts confused…
But forging such a memory…
That wasn’t his to control…
And no matter what came after…
Gravity had altered his soul…
And pulls him to that rooftop…
Whenever he closes his eyes…
A most beautiful moment…
Wrapped up in danger and in lies…

~