He doesn’t see Stephen
He doesn’t hear Stephen
He feels warmth, safety and solace, wrapped in Stephen’s aura
Entwined together, senses of love and freedom from pain
Swathed by golden sprites, cascading tranquil light
Embrace together by cross dimensional brotherly affection
He fleetingly walks this bonded path, at peace, protected, wrapped in Stephen’s Aura
Photo Credit: Callum J Ferrett
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An icy blast hails your presence, magnetic mayhem abounds
The charged atmosphere awaits your manifestation from the other side
You speak but leave no voice
You walk this house but leave no footsteps
You have no need of the five when you have the sixth
These walls are your walls while you wait to cross
Too many questions, so many memories, one hundred and fifty pasts
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Mortal and immortal, both have walked earthly and spiritual realms
We suffer, they suffer, the pains of life in this moral plain
Angels put their pain to one side reaching out to us
They open their wings of purity, wrapping us in a shield of pain free solace
We absorb their positive energy and regain the strength to move forward again
They are moving in differing forms amongst us, their presence obvious for those who believe
So, reflect on beliefs and reach out for the grace that will be bestowed when you are most in need.
Carved in blood 4 Real, realising with joy the release of vile, putrid pain coursing through my body and mind.
Rejection, Isolation, helplessness, despair
enolA oS, the now, the future or the end?
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Welcome back, glad to see you, how have you been?
So false, so fake, so let’s be honest, I know you don’t care
So look me in the eyes and then you will see my thousand yard stare
Weeks ago it was the only expression I could give and was so very real
Now I look at you fake smiles and know that you know nothing about what I’ve had to go through in order to heal
You don’t care and you are too scared to ask me for a chat
I can hear you talking behind my back
“He’s just been off for a three month skive”
“He needs to man-up”
“He’s too soft he needs to get tough”
“He’s a fake”
The silence all around me is deafening, nobody willing to engage
I feel sad and disappointed rather than pent-up with frustration or rage.
No eye contact, engagement with this sick lonely freak, back amongst your cliquey group who regard me as so weak
Maybe look in a mirror and ask yourself why you judge me when you know nothing and couldn’t care less
I don’t need you false niceties or ignorant attitude, so let me digress
Leave me alone, don’t look at me and don’t bother to speak
God help me when I have to suffer your company every day of the week.
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The place is the same, the dark entities that made my life hell are gone
The meeting rooms that saw such shame, places where I was torn apart, stay the same
Filled with mournful, dark and sultry air, the distant stench of primeval aggression, I had to bare
I can’t stand to be here, my life has been damaged by others and that’s not fair.
You waited until we were alone, bullied me, tormented me, and threatened me.
Not once or twice, but at your pleasure, help yourself it’s easy, I am defenceless, feel free.
You knew I was vulnerable and weak, food that fed your twisted ego.
I wanted to fight back but knew I would lose, so I stayed silent and oppressed.
I became your toy, your easy target, you never stopped and never let me rest
I had to suffer what you chose to inflict, congratulations look in a mirror are you proud of your achievements, surely impressed?
I hope you’re happy, now you have gone, but remember this if indeed you feel guilt or remorse
Every working day I have to endure coming back to this hell-hole as a matter of course
Your cowardly bullying has left me as damaged goods, worthless, downtrodden and of very little use
A helpless victim of covered up, illegal abuse
Bastards!!!
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Your beautiful curves are a striking feature
They allure me and excite me, I want to hold you in my grip.
I need to draw you in and anchor your beauty against my mouth
We are entwined as one, in harmony, dancing the most graceful, alluring waltz
I feel you so close, the many facets of your inner being are reflected in striking colours
White is Your purity and grace. Your embracing arms, a place of warmth and affection
Black is your strength and elegance. It is of the earth that greets every step of your voyage through life
Blue the depth of the ocean and the start of heaven. Places of tranquillity, faith and hope, that one day I pray you will take me
Red is your passionate heart, your seductive aura. They make me weak and I never stop yearning for their intimate touch
Gold is the precious radiating light of your soul. It burns brighter than a thousand neon coloured stars
Eternally in my dreams, reflected in toxophily, my temptress!
The dance goes on and on and on.
Naked flames from a roaring fire, fed by my negative aura.
Close my eyes embrace the heat, positivity positivity.
Enwrap, entwine and expel dark thoughts through a cooling flu.
Deep breaths slow a pounding heart eye open again.
Red and white embers burn and excite, and sparks of belief fly high into the blackness
“Your eyes are black” she says
If eyes are the gateway to our souls, my soul must be black
Light fading, desire waning, and hope disappearing
My life is becoming a black hole
My body wants to die, my brain wants to live, a bitter conflict that make me weak.
I close my eyes and pray for silence.
Dark voices, disturbing images, pain, the vile music endlessly playing in my brain.
I need to sleep my body is fading, but dark thoughts are always invading.
As night turns to day, I pray for solace, some peace and light.
Fear grips once again, I know that eventually the black hole will forever swallow my soul.
Copyright – 2017
A statement from the top, don’t look the other way
Most importantly, never be afraid to have your say
Take care of you safety and integrity and that of others
Speak out if you are concerned
Did you say anything when you saw the abuse?
Did you say anything when you witnessed power misuse?
Did you say anything when you saw the threatening mails?
Did you say anything when you knew your bullied colleagues were sliding off the rails?
Of course not, you couldn’t care a jot
Why should you when these words are so shallow and without substance and are spoken in jest
Cooperate slogans with no really meaning
Doomed to failure when needed to be put to the test.
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