Blind Leading the Blind

blackdog

Strange Days...

The days they grow stranger still
Too much to do
Too much time to kill.
Feelings in turmoil, inside my shell
And the days, they grow stranger still
Some days sparkle, and glisten;
Especially in the bright birth of light.
Others are dark and hellish
Like the nightmares I have in the night.
Why are there so many colours?
When so many see only black and white.

blackdog

XYZ . . .

If I say the right words . .
would you know the reasons why.
Or stab me in the back,
Gently bleed me dry.

If scars were visible,
Would you feel my fears.
And if I wasn't invisible,
Could you taste my tears.

If age brings wisdom.
Would I be considered well?
Able to erase all the years.
Escape the living hell.

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blackdog

How do you see me?


How can I fight,
Something I can't see?

How can I be strong,
When it's a part of me?

How can I fly,
When I am so low?

How can I try,
If don't know where to go?

How do you do it?
How do you get through?

For you it seems so easy.
How I wish I were you.

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blackdog

All Angels ...

Can't expect understanding..
When I don't understand myself.
And I won't find any answers..
If I don't ask for the help.

Won't crush the lonliness..
Unless I take anothers hand.
And I can never see the blessings.
When I feel eternally damned.

The smile won't come..
Until I learn to drowned out the fear.
And I can't see what path I'm on.
When I'm so blinded by tears.

Can't expect any miracles.
When I have exhausted all my Angels.

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blackdog

Don't always see it on the surface.
Each breath belonging to it too.
Peeping out, from behind the curtain.
Revealing itself to you.
Experience will bring you learning.
Suppression is its food.
Seeking answers leaves you reeling.
Imagining all to be untrue.
Only time keeps ticking.
Never hoping for anything new.

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blackdog

For every down there is an up...
Reminding me to BE.
Invaluable is what you are...
Everything to me.
Never relenting in support.
Don't doubt that I do hear..
Sometimes so hard to let you in.
Heal the scars.. my thoughts..my fears.
If this Life takes us on different paths...
Perhaps never to meet again.
Somewhere in you remember.

I will always be grateful to those I called Friends ...

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blackdog

It's just so hard, when you feel
. . . that you don't belong.

Hard to be up tempo,
When your life is a sad song.

Hard to feel wanted,
Too tough to keep this face.

It's just too hard to keep on going,
To keep up with this Life's pace.

And too much to keep on trying.
Only a matter of time before you break.

So hard when you feel this wrong.
No matter how many pills you take.

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blackdog

Proof Read

Where are the proofs.
Amongst life's lies.
Too many questions.
So many why's?


How many paths.
And where do they go?
Which to take ..
How do I know?


Too many reasons,
To have and to hold.
Life all but touches me
Then just leaves me cold.

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blackdog

It twists and it turns
Cuts like a knife

Marks and it burns
Darkens the light

Quickening and chasing
Shortening each breath

No place in this life
And no comfort in death

First the sadness
My heavy heart

My private madness
Tearing me apart

Too many questions
So many whys

And so sick of these games
This fucking life

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blackdog

Tower

Tower of strength, my gleaming tower.
In whose walls I sit, hour after hour.
Imprisoning my thoughts, but keeping me safe.
My hands untouched, unloved...
Still I wait.
For my shining Knight.
On handsome white steed.
To recognise my pain; answer my plead.
The tower is so called, I build the walls,
But want to be found.. caught, should I fall.
All dreams can be answered, all fairy tales true.
Still I will wait, solely for you.

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blackdog

Life Through A Lens

Looking at the World, squinting . . .
through this big glass eye.
This is my distance, a protection;
from those things I can't identify.
Always documenting a truth.
Does the camera ever lie?

Lens made up of mirrors.
A thousand refractions of light.
All an optical illusion?
Or story painted in black and white.
The palette sees a thousand colours;
a rainbow that tells a truth.
This is my moment of capture.
And how I choose to see you.

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blackdog

Reflections

Mirror, mirror
On the wall,
Who is the scariest
Of them all?
Who hears you scream?
Answers your call?
Picks you up whenever
You fall?

Mirror shatters,
Into a thousand pieces,
Seven years bad luck?
But it never ceases.
When I was small,
I thought it would get better,
Now I am grown,
The magic is gone. .
I thought it would get better,
But I was so wrong.

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blackdog

After the bomb ...

My fingers reach
For something there,
A glimmer of light;
A hope to share.

Tears fall so easily,
To the ground,
Like tiny salt raindrops.
Pattering.
Silence . . .
The only other sound.

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blackdog

Wasted

Why is it,
You call
Nobody hears?
You fall,
Nobody catches.
You itch,
Yet nobody scratches.

You trust,
Only to be bit,
You Love,
Only to be hit.
You reach,
Yet never find.
Any source
Of kind.

You give,
All that you are,
But no one is there,
To heal your scars,
You cry,
But nobody hears.
And you have wasted
All of these years.

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blackdog

Pure Gold

All that glitters
is not gold.
Too many lies,
I had been told.
Life considered,
foe not a friend.
Living so hard,
it all had to end.

A reality?
Thought to be true.
Paranoia, rejection,
begin to ensue.
The mind plays tricks,
with the minds eye.
I begin to give up,
and not even try.

If all that glitters,
is not gold.
What other colours
are left to behold?
How many paths,
are still left to follow?
If I give up on today,
and all my tomorrows?


*For Crazydog 'A friend in need, is a friend indeed' .

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