Shooting Stars…

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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

Whispering Voices…

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Walking through the city…
Reinventing who I am…

The perfect opportunity…
To become a different man…

Wandering through shadows…
Where no one even cares…

Just who or what I am…
They are totally unaware…

Of all the sins I carry…
The heavy cross I bear…

As nobody ever notices…
Nor hears the whispered prayer…

It’s a place of total freedom…
For the weird, the wise and wrong…

Not a place of judgement…
But a place where I belong…

A sense of shamed community…
For all sinners and their ghosts…

Who walk through life’s falling rain…
But never follow the signposts…

Always choosing the wrong path…
And straying off into the dark…

But the city will never criticise…
Or make any cold sly remark…

It embraces all your darkness…
And covers up all your sin…

It’s a supernatural place…
Where life’s losers sometimes win…

Where rules are meant for breaking…
Not worrying about tomorrow…

Even lending you an invisible spell…
For anyone who wants to borrow…

So I’m walking through the city…
And reinventing who I am…

Looking out for opportunities…
To become a different man…

~

©Eyewillnotcry1973

Inspired by the song “West End Girls” By The Pet Shop Boys

“Too many shadows, whispering voices”…

~

Walking through the city…

Reinventing who I am…

A perfect opportunity…

To be a different man…

Wandering through shadows…

No one even cares…

Who or what I am…

They are totally unaware…

Of the sins I carry…

And the cross I bear…

Nobody ever notices…

No fucker really cares…

It’s a place of total freedom…

For the weird and wise and wrong…

Not a place of judgement…

But a place where I belong…

A sense of shamed community…

For the sinners and the ghosts…

Walking through life’s falling rain…

Never following the signposts…

Always choosing the wrong path…

And straying off into the dark…

But the city will never criticise…

Or make any sly remark…

It embraces all your darkness…

And covers up your sin…

It’s a supernatural place…

Where life’s losers sometimes win…

Where rules are meant for breaking…

Not worrying about tomorrow…

Even lending you an invisible spell…

For anyone who wants to borrow…

So I’m walking through the city…

Reinventing who I am…

Looking out for opportunities…

To become a different man…

~

“Share the same space for a minute or two”…

~

He’s got a mental disorder…
Affecting his brain…

It’s why he keeps on running…
Back to her again…

At every opportunity…
And any chance he gets…

He finds his way to her…
And tries hard to forget…

The pressures and strains…
That surround his tired eyes…

His stressful environment…
Which forces him to cry…

And pine for her excitement…
The adventure she brings…

Because wandering around her…
Makes his heart sing…

Giving him chance to reflect…
To make sense of it all…

And where all his mistakes…
Vanish in her seductive call…

Those open, sore wounds…
The deep and painful scars…

Overfilled with fear and hate…
Like some flooded reservoir…

Leaving him quietly praying…
For something to hold…

To keep him afloat…
Whilst out of all control…

As when he’s feeling so lost…
In his distorted reality…

She gives him distraction…
And moments of pure clarity…

Much needed perspective…
Arrives when she is so close…

And next to her beauty…
He’s like an imperfect rose…

Out of his natural habitat…
And growing out of place…

But when he sees her light up…
A smile crosses his face…

Because this mental disorder…
May affect his brain…

But nothing can ever hurt him…
When he’s in her arms again…

~

“When it gets too much, I need to feel your touch”…

~

She reveals herself…

Like a blossoming flower…

A tiny bit more…

Every time he sees her…

She’s whispering secrets…

And constantly teasing…

A glimpse of something…

Distracting and deceiving…

Each different adventure…

Slowly painting a picture…

Of what it could be like…

If he was with her…

From the refined splendour…

To her seedy dark side…

The Black, White and Grey…

And all the colours, amplified…

That simply radiate…

From each and every pour…

As he gazes upon her…

Always wanting more…

Willing to give himself…

Commit fully to her…

Becoming just one…

Completing the transfer…

And losing himself…

In her constant maze…

Her dazzling bright lights…

And her seductive ways…

That simply enthral…

And bind him in raptures…

Keep him running back…

Always trying to capture…

The Butterflies he feels…

When he begins to explore…

Her forbidden side…

Behind every locked door…

Because she holds his heart…

And as the grip grows stronger…

He’s not sure if he’ll be able…

To resist her much longer…

~

“Going underground”…

~

Searching for love,
deep underground…

Where nobody speaks,
or makes a sound…

Just looking for signs,
across the way…

Or body language,
with something to say…

Showing some interest,
perhaps just a smile…

And capture a glimpse,
that lasts for a while…

Creating a memory and
filling the hole…

That exists within,
each poor tortured soul…

Who dare not speak,
or express their desire…

Meaning most flirtations,
will always misfire…

And end in moments,
of pitiful regret…

The day their challenge,
refused to be met…

And the courage needed,
just to say hello…

Was found wanting,
by the reluctant hero…

Walking away with,
the spirit of the stairs…

Wondering what could have been,
had it been more than stares…

Before the next journey and
a new smiling face…

Could this be the moment,
they win Cupid’s race…

As they search for love,
deep underground…

Where nobody speaks,
or makes a sound…

~

“London calling to the faraway towns”…

…

All seeing, ever present…

Dominates the sky line…

This wheel forever turning…

Gracefully silent and sublime…

…

Photo copyright of jamieb1973 via instagram

“When it gets too much, I need to feel your touch”…

~

She reveals herself…

Like a blossoming flower…

A tiny bit more…

Every time he sees her…

She’s whispering secrets…

And constantly teasing…

A glimpse of something…

Distracting and deceiving…

Each different adventure…

Slowly painting a picture…

Of what it could be like…

If he was with her…

From the refined splendour…

To her seedy dark side…

The Black, White and Grey…

And all the colours, amplified…

That simply radiate…

From each and every pour…

As he gazes upon her…

Always wanting more…

Willing to give himself…

Commit fully to her…

Becoming just one…

Completing the transfer…

And losing himself…

In her constant maze…

Her dazzling bright lights…

And her seductive ways…

That simply enthral…

And bind him in raptures…

Keep him running back…

Always trying to capture…

The Butterflies he feels…

When he begins to explore…

Her forbidden side…

Behind every locked door…

Because she holds his heart…

And as the grip grows stronger…

He’s not sure if he’ll be able…

To resist her much longer…

~

“Share the same space for a minute or two”…

~

He’s got a mental disorder…
Affecting his mind and brain…
It’s why he keeps on running…
Back to her, again and again…
At every opportunity…
And any chance he gets…
He finds his way to her…
And tries hard to forget…
The pressures and the strains…
That surround his eyes…
His stressful environment…
Which forces him to cry…
And pine for her excitement…
The adventure that she brings…
Because just wandering around her…
Makes his heart and soul sing…
Giving him chance to reflect…
To make sense of it all…
And where all his mistakes…
Vanish in her seductive call…
Those open, sore wounds…
The deep and painful scars…
Overfilled with fear and hate…
Like some flooded reservoir…
Leaving him quietly praying…
For something to hold…
To keep him afloat…
Whilst out of all control…
And when he’s feeling so lost…
In his distorted reality…
She gives him distraction…
And moments of pure clarity…
Much needed perspective…
Arrives when she is so close…
And next to her beauty…
He’s like an imperfect rose…
Out of his natural habitat…
And growing out of place…
But when he sees her light up…
A smile crosses his face…
Because this mental disorder…
May affect his brain…
But nothing can ever hurt him…
When he’s in her arms again…

~