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Just look in his eyes,
You'll see he died,
Life chewed him up and spit out his bones,
Lost everything including his soul,
Heart of stone buried and cold,
Just a broken piece of the whole,
World spinning out of control,
Now he's gone and nobody knows,
He died...,
He tried for awhile,
He cried for awhile,
He lied and denied,
He died...,
Just look in his eyes,
You'll see he died...

I speak from a heart grown weak and old,
The suns heat doesn't reach and so it is cold,
A story unending or so it is told,
A tale of sadness, madness, and woe,
Knowing not from whence I came,
No, Or now where I will go,
Only understanding I am utterly alone...,

And alone it appears I'll continue to be,
Seems my entire existence there's been only me,
To answer my queries,
To laugh at my jokes,
To share my opinions,
My dreams and my hopes,

A message in a bottle,
Filled with old memories,
Perhaps someone will read,
Tossed with a splash in the vast open sea...,
"Run afoul, Run aground, my vessel's a wreck,
S.O.S. mayday, A call of distress,
One soul survivor, Only me left.",
What happens next is anyone's guess,
How did I get myself into this mess?,
While no man's an island I'm doing my best...

Sunken stones in an ancient wood
mark the foundations where a dwelling stood.

Within a ring of giant oaks
once stood that abode where darkness cloaks
the ground on which only toadstools grow,
and the forest creatures will not go.

They say an artful witch lived there,
who hid a formula somewhere
among the ruins of that site.
That place where even day is night.

I heard the story of that place
and went in search to find a trace
of that old secret that was hidden.
To the eyes of mortal man forbidden.

I fought through thicket, thorn and bush,
forever onward did I push.
Driven by my blind ambition
to find the witch’s weird prescription.

Suddenly my way was barred
by a ring of oaks, all standing guard,
and within my breast my heart did race
from fear of that infernal place.

Yet, on I went into the clearing,
forcing back my dread and fearing
of the punishment those trees might wreak
on that forbidden game of hide-and-seek.

Then heaving out a desperate groan
from heaving up a massive stone;
heart thumping wildly in my breast,
I beheld the object of my quest.

A wooden casket half rotted away,
yet still protecting from decay,
a parchment furled and rolled up tight,
there, before my wide eyed sight.

That precious scroll, worth more than gold,
by trembling hands was soon unrolled.
And in my grasp, before my eye:
a recipe for acorn pie.

As I knelt there on that cold, dank ground,
from the circle of oaks there came a sound.
A murmur spread from tree to tree,
those accursed oaks were laughing at me.

Seems like Pain,
Pain is my only friend,
Yeah, Me and Pain are lonely old friends,
I said "Hello, How are you?, How you been?",
When Pain came and seen me again,
See She's a Pain I'm still caught up in,
A Pain I don't think ever ends,
Maybe Baby made a hole I can't mend,
When pain came to see me,
Earlier this evening,
Pain came and seen me again...

Society says this is the way and so I play
Over and over again always losing the game
From the rules I just can’t or won’t stray
In the end I find somewhere to lay the blame
For the pain, the feelings of failure, the hole
That opens even wider in my damaged soul

Society says this is the way and I listen keenly
Maybe I did something wrong; one more attempt
This time I will make a few changes like the scenery
Yet again defeat looks me in the eye with contempt
As it pours salt on the wounds of my soul
And anguish ravishes my Spirit and hold on to its control.

Society says this is the way; so I hide my tears
Hug my depression close like a secret lover
The world must not know I have fears
Must not learn just how much my smiles cover
Even as the light in my soul recedes by the hour
My smiles must never ever once cower

Society says this is the way; so I become a lie
Held together by more lies and a little deceit
Secrets, hurt, pain and a glowing smile my alibi
Living my life has never been an easy feat
My soul suffers most because it is never seen
Torn and worn it will soon be a “has been”

Society says this is the way; so suffer I must
Silently but reverently cause that is the dictate
My head and heart may be about to combust
But my smile is force to sparkle and compensate
For the weakening of my soul every day
Because Society says that is the best way.

I woke up one morning strapped face down to a bed, and how I got there I couldn't figure out in my head, I tried to think but nothing was clear, so I screamed and screamed but no one could hear my tormented cries for over an hour, as the tears rolled down the noise on my face, I still can't remember how I got to this place that was dark and damp and smelled of waste, please be a dream I kept saying to myself, but the pain in my side told me I'm really awake, I felt something rolling down my side, I was hoping it was sweet, but the pain told me otherwise, plus the room was cold as my heart beat faster in my chest cause I start to remember I was on a first date with a girl called Sandra that I met on a site, she seemed a nice lady and had a very kind face, the last thing I remember we were in a bar drinking and laughing and all was going well, so how come I woke up to this hell, can't recollect us leaving or anything else, just then the door was kicked in and I got such a fright as the light came through and I saw all the blood on the bed, as the fireman came to me I screamed out for help then I fainted and woke up in a hospital bed, and the doctor told me I was a victim of theft, that they stole my kidney for the black market organs they sell on the dark web, and if they can't cure this infection I'll soon be dead and would I sign a form to donate the rest, I prayed to the universe please don't do me like this I've so much to live for I don't deserve this, five weeks after that I was back on my feet, and now on the dark web trying the find my kidney and the people who did this to me, so don't be fooled by a really kind face or you just might end up in the very same place.

"Shall the temptation of winding truth spew to many that but only grasp the gulps of some to hiccup the sadness of fleeing sparrows".

How wonderful xx
Don't you think

Or
Shall
We
Dance?

This haunted temple of mine inside is just a spirit prison...
Housing cold dark spirits that control my every thought...
I have not chosen these frozen and unholy written visions...
And though I'm blessed, I am a mess, and thoroughly possessed...

I would love to choose, the words I've used, to create a new tomorrow...
Ghosts inside have taken over and gotten the best of me...
I've lost control, of my sick soul, there's nothing left to borrow...
I can't compete, I'm incomplete, there's no love left just sorrow...

Exorcisms failed to force from where these demons roam...
Ghostly rebel spirits have now made me their new home...
An abduction of, who I once was, a pure and innocent child...
Ghostwriters in me, are obviously, the one's that wrote this poem....

Nothing seems to go right!
Everything is falling apart.
My life feels so wasted,
My heart with sorrow tainted!
Who am I ,does anybody cares?
Come and love me if you dare!
Even the famous and rich will die!
If they go through another day like this!
Mothers warned their daughters, not to live a life so lonely like mine.
I could spring a few surprise!
Whom am I kidding in this life?!
The rain pours down on my agony,
It soothe my mind ,an irony!
Like my father come to pass,
Thirty years has gone so fast.
Music seem to lose it's song,
What is the purpose of living so long?
Bitterness replacing love slowly,
The end is near reaching empty.
Still believing a lost cause,
A miracle to change my lying course.

Road to Nowhere

I scan your face, your soul reflected in piercing eyes
I place my hand on your heaving chest to feel your heart’s musical beat,
Your Life’s colourful drummed rhythm
Dancing on the soles of your earthbound feet

But the glimpse of the real you is quickly masked
Insecurities leave you distrustful and feeling abandoned
Ever questioning whether the person before you is sincere
Never accepting that betrayal is random

No one can heal that broken heart
Nor replace what you once lost
This is a futile exercise of a road going nowhere
Until you forgive and build a highway of trust

And that takes time ....