Victory…

~

At the end of a tunnel…
Scrambling into moonlight…

Somehow I’m still standing…
After such a bitter fight…

Not sure how I got here…
Can’t explain what I’ve done…

As the battles I’ve experienced…
All seem to blur into one…

And I don’t feel very special…
I’m not feeling worldly wise…

Despite what I’ve witnessed…
Through these aging eyes…

As I look at the night sky…
And search through the clouds…

Gazing into a star filled void…
Past the Moon’s regal shroud…

Made to feel so insignificant…
Left feeling so very small…

I’m just tiny speck of dust…
In the grand scheme of it all…

Carrying the weight of my history…
But always hiding from my past…

Where decisions I have taken…
Became scars that will last…

Assimilated on this journey…
Like chapters of a book…

Sometimes they felt prewritten…
Other times just downright luck…

Where nobody really understood…
Yet felt they had the right…

To tell me how I should feel…
Never understanding my plight…

And by trying to protect myself…
From those inflicting cruelty…

The mental war grew darker…
As demons just surrounded me…

Trying to drown me as I swam…
Against the vicious and cold tide…

Now they tell me this is victory…
But inside my soul has died…

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©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “Present Tense” by Pearl Jam

“You are who, who you are”…

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Accept your hands are tied…

Accept this is your fate…

Accept that this is it…

Accept that it’s too late…

Accept it’s who you are…

Accept this is your life…

Accept the good, accept the bad…

Accept the double edged knife…

Accept the crazy situations…

Accept whatever comes along…

Accept life’s song is out of tune…

Accept that you’re so very wrong…

Accept you make mistakes…

Accept you’re far from perfect…

Accept no good will come of this…

Accept it will end in regret…

Accept there is no escape…

Accept you’re not in control…

Accept this is a problem…

Accept you’ve sold your soul…

Accept life’s one long story…

Accept it’s no fairy tale…

Accept the twists, accept the turns…

Accept you’ll sometimes fail…

Accept those who need you…

Accept they’re fucked up too…

Accept their stories never add up…

Accept that nothings really true…

*

Deny the truth to others…

Deny whatever they may say…

Deny all those accusations…

Deny them till your dying day…

~

 

“I might tell you to your face, but only when you’re gone…”

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Why are we here…
Don’t have too much time…

Ticking clock brings fear…
Inside the daily grind…

Embarked on a journey…
Dealt the dummy hand…

Doesn’t feel as funny…
When boy becomes the man…

We don’t know the truth…
No answer or insight…

Robbed of our youth…
On that dark November night …

Alone on this sphere…
Will we ever find out…

Will “they” make it clear…
Remove any doubt…

What is our mission…
The real masters plan…

A slave to suspicion…
Ramblings of a madman…

We’re just a speck of light…
A tiny piece of dust…

Some of us take flight…
Bystanders shall rust…

We believed it all mattered…
We cared what they thought…

Acquaintances now scattered…
Admiring trinkets they were bought…

They meant nothing to you…
But everything to me…

A moment so true…
Burnt into my memory…

We can’t comprehend…
Dare not shed a tear…

Drawn towards the end…
Another day, another month, another year…

 ~

“Don’t you try, to bend him until he breaks”…

~

Eyes are burning…
Fired with anger…

The danger levels…
Now red, not amber…

Questioning sanity…
Running from it all…

When Karma strikes…
The mighty will fall…

In a game of chess…
Where winners lose…

And the taste of victory…
Simply lights the fuse…

Causing destruction…
Heartache and pain…

Where nothing survives…
Or will ever be the same…

And cruel words spoken…
Leave permanent scars…

Infecting with a poison…
Blacking out the stars…

Allowing the darkness…
To once again descend…

And open the void…
Where reality bends…

In a story that grows…
Into distorted fiction…

With a final chapter…
Laced with friction…

But deceiving the reader…
And hiding the truth…

It wasn’t always this way…
But there is no proof…

Only the present…
The here and the now…

Where lightning strikes…
And the characters row…

Always striving for…
The very last word…

Whilst the heart of the matter…
Remains twisted and blurred…

~

“Don’t you try, to bend him until he breaks”…

~

Eyes are burning…
Fired with anger…

The danger levels…
Now red, not amber…

Questioning sanity…
Running from it all…

When Karma strikes…
The mighty will fall…

In a game of chess…
Where winners lose…

And the taste of victory…
Simply lights the fuse…

Causing destruction…
Heartache and pain…

Where nothing survives…
Or will ever be the same…

And cruel words spoken…
Leave permanent scars…

Infecting with a poison…
Blacking out the stars…

Allowing the darkness…
To once again descend…

And open the void…
Where reality bends…

In a story that grows…
Into distorted fiction…

With a final chapter…
Laced with friction…

But deceiving the reader…
And hiding the truth…

It wasn’t always this way…
But there is no proof…

Only the present…
The here and the now…

Where lightning strikes…
And the characters row…

Always striving for…
The very last word…

Whilst the heart of the matter…
Remains twisted and blurred…

~

“Maybe the day will come, when you never have to feel no pain”…

~

He stares at the sky…
On a dark starry night…

A simple reminder…
Of his insignificant plight…

That he is so small…
This tiny little dot…

And in the bigger picture…
His life matters not…

Just a piece of dust…
A miniscule speck…

Wandering this planet…
His mind a total wreck…

Driven to insanity…
Within the madness of it all…

As the heights he once scaled…
Became the distance he’d fall…

His life unravelling around him…
With Karma taking its grip…

Tearing apart his reality…
Lashing him with a whip…

Dragging him into Hell…
Submerging him in darkness…

Where everything he loved…
Became tainted with a sadness…

And forced him to face…
The things he had done…

Replaying every action…
Rewinding each sinful one…

Opening up his eyes…
To all of his selfish actions…

The hurt he had caused…
By chasing cheap distractions…

And submerging himself…
In the feeling they gave…

But he wasn’t invincible…
And now he tries to save…

His soul and his mind…
From being ripped apart…

Wishing he could simply…
Just return to the start…

~

Fantastic art work by Tabitha Mix over at http://tabithamixblog.wordpress.com/

“This world has only one sweet moment set aside for us”…

~

This was your life…

So what have you done…

Are you filled with pride…

Or had it only just begun…

Do you look backwards…

In wonder and in awe…

Or was it all wasted…

Like so many before…

Did you rule the world…

Make it a better place…

Or did you quietly hide…

Always seeking an escape…

Escape from your misery…

Never appreciating the good…

A crime we’re all guilty of…

Even the best of us should…

Take the time more often…

To look outside our mind…

The Stars and the Sunset…

All free and all sublime…

Yet taken for granted…

And we just internalise…

As life passes so swiftly…

Before we’ve even realised…

And we get to this point…

Wondering what we’ve done…

Just what is our legacy…

What battles have we won…

The hearts we have broken…

And souls we have scarred…

Those long since forgotten…

The loved ones we discard…

Who’s left at this point…

Anyone who still cares…

Who stuck by you all this time…

You’re surprised they’re still there…

After the way you treated them…

Because it wasn’t always good…

You could be such a Bastard…

And regret acting like a fool…

Because this was your life…

This is what you’ve become…

And it wasn’t a rehearsal…

You had one chance, only one…
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“Everybody here seems to be sleepwalking”…

~

Sat in the half light,
surveying the city…

Invisible to all,
yet searching for pity…

For someone to notice,
or give me a sign…

That I exist and
that I am “FINE”…

As I look around,
watching damaged souls…

All bitter and twisted,
all growing old…

Eyes looking down,
shoulders hunched…

As the fists of life,
have repeatedly punched…

Each individual,
square on the chin…

Extracting the fun,
removing the grin…

That once appeared,
upon their faces…

Before the Devil,
tied up their laces…

Playing his tricks,
weakening each mind…

Opened up to suggestion,
distractions to find…

And tarnishing them,
beyond all repair…

Leaving hearts and souls,
in deep dark despair…

Sleepwalking an Earth,
that’s constantly revolving…

Never looking up and
never ever evolving…

As each day passes,
edging closer to death…

Our final moments and
our final breath…

~

Amazing photo by http://suemcgilveray.blogspot.co.uk/2013/11/london-millenium-bridge-monochrome.html

“I might tell you to your face, but only when you’re gone…”

~

Why are we here…
Don’t have too much time…

Ticking clock brings fear…
Inside the daily grind…

Embarked on a journey…
Dealt the dummy hand…

Doesn’t feel as funny…
When boy becomes the man…

We don’t know the truth…
No answer or insight…

Robbed of our youth…
On that dark November night …

Alone on this sphere…
Will we ever find out…

Will “they” make it clear…
Remove any doubt…

What is our mission…
The real masters plan…

A slave to suspicion…
Ramblings of a madman…

We’re just a speck of light…
A tiny piece of dust…

Some of us take flight…
Bystanders shall rust…

We believed it all mattered…
We cared what they thought…

Acquaintances now scattered…
Admiring trinkets they were bought…

They meant nothing to you…
But everything to me…

A moment so true…
Burnt into my memory…

We can’t comprehend…
Dare not shed a tear…

Drawn towards the end…
Another day, another month, another year…

 ~