~Poetry by Jo Stunt~
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BLIND

Tormenting voices ring above me, 
Spewing out the truth so bluntly. 
Poking and pointing their cold fingers at me 
as i feel my way along this rope so blindly. 

Grief, the world is pain surrounding me, 
Creeping up behind to pounce, i can't see, 
Silhouettes of phantoms in the back of my mind, 
Pulling the dead mask over my face, 
Making my soul blind. 

Grim and thirsty, waiting silently, 
Fate come around to knock me steadily. 
Walking away; The good and the kind, 
Looking to seek what i cannot give, 
Leaving me behind.   



THE HANGING GARDEN

There's something about this world so terribly wrong, 
Is it something i've said? 
Something i've done? 
ODD replacements for temporary joy have left me feeling comfortably numb, 
Embracing yet repulsing what my life has become. 
Blinding euphoria had me dumb, 
Now fallen from my pleasure trip, 
Hanging helpless now, 
the damage is done. 
From this barbed thread 
where i'm hung. 



DIVINITY'S HAND

Do you ever feel the need 
to bleed? 
In the hope that the blade 
hits something real? 
To check you still feel. 

Do you hope for 
a parasitic guest? 
just to scratch 
to feel relief 
at the curing of the itch? 

Do you savour 
the joy of the dancing razor's edge? 
Gliding with ease 
the deeper it sinks 
the more it will please. 

Do you reach 
the final step 
In hope to fall? 
To await the tightening of the rope 
a single step 
to end it all? 



MY CELESTIAL SILENCE

Drift upon my dreams dont wake me 
bruised upon my raft i lie 
no one left to blame or question 
no one there to ask me why 

unconsciously i watch them fade 
into a river of red and gold 
hovering above a purple haze 
drowning in the blue and cold 

The sweeping torrent takes me under 
and pulling forces drag me down 
the darkest world of forgotten beauty 
embraces me, smotheres me as i drown 

not a sound escapes my body 
slowly falling and yet suspended 
this icy blanket becomes my cradle 
the age of colouresque has ended 

i am honoured by my taking 
taken by the force that made me 
no mortal to judge or interfere 
just deadly waters to sedate me. 



TAKEN FOR GRANTED

Hold onto grief, 
Hold onto pain, 
Your days of torture 
Stay the same 
Hold on to fear, 
Hold on to lust, 
And all your loved ones 
Turn to dust 
Cherish decadence, 
As it decays, 
Watch it burn 
your final days 
Hold your spade, 
Clutch it tight, 
And dig your grave 
At dawn of night 
Love your death, 
And hold it true, 
Love your death, 
As it loves you.



OBLIVIOUS

You say 
If only we knew then what we know now 
you think that life would be different somehow 
a better humanity for the dying bride 
the weeping groom who lost his pride 
we wouldnt be singing 
to the organ song ringing 
Gone are the ones who stood by your side. 

You think 
If only we lived like this day was our last 
then maybe life would end so fast 
you happiest moments would last forever 
the torn stitches pulled back together 
you wouldnt be broken 
but your sorrows awoken 
to the people who degraded you for their own pleasure. 

What would you do 
If one day 
everyone just went away 
no one to laugh 
no one to care 
and that person by your side 
wasnt actually there 
at night you cry 
a silent pain 
wanting life to go away 
when will you realise 
the thing you dread 
i think i should tell you 
you're already dead. 



MY SCARS

Scars are only skin deep, 
But emotions can be bruised, 
souls are battered, burned and broken, 
terrorised and used. 

So many people want to die, 
So what's the point in living? 
You cut your wrists, let out a sigh, 
There's nothing left worth giving. 

I thought that i was stable, 
just another troubled mind, 
but my head is like a prison, 
and i'm the one inside. 

See, my scars are only skin deep, 
but my emotions are abused, 
My soul is battered, burned and broken, 
Terrified, confused. 



WORDS FO IGNORANCE
(note: the typo in the title is intentional) As i stand alone at the end of the road, watching the maddening crowd, i stand alone as the answer behind a blanket of misconceptions which blinds them all. Blundering foolishly blindly searching for me as i outstretch my hand. But only an honest man gets an honest answer. I walk alone. I stand alone watching waiting for disaster, the beginning of an end of things to come, still i stand alone as the answer but no one, no one will call fro me to turn on the light. Let the ignorange subside. Stop the fools from stumbling into darkness as it falls watch them drop down to their world of false identity never to surface. Suffocation. Desolation. Crumbled existances will cease to exist only one day as a scar on a wrist. Cover your eyes your ears, your mouth But evil has spoken and left its mark. If only those who could would listen. I walk alone still with my answer still as fresh as the day it was born. Now the cries from the crowd and the lies that they vowed to teach have gone away. Their sould to darkness, their bones to dust, their identities are torn. I stand still the answer is held still in my heart i walk here still this answer is waiting drowning in its art. Behind its curtain lies its road paved with dead footsteps of those blinded by beaurocrisy but couldnt read... MY ANSWER is all you need, you will never see, Understand - stop your running and walk with me, take off your eyelids and walk with me, still i stand, with an outstretched hand, an honest answer in an honest hand, waiting for a quiet hand, to enter in an share. Then, only then will i stand, Not alone... I will make you understand. DETERMINED TO FAIL Blinded by faith we run this race We push ourselves into a Trance of insignificance A war-like state We bang the drum Intelligence is no option Terrified of what may come. Plough the battlefield sow the soldiers Water the minefields and watch them grow. To overcome we disagree To reunite ourselves again we tear eachother down. Deafened by fear we've lost controll tumbling down that road again into darkness right back.. where we came from Blinded by faith we run this race, Blinded by fear we disappear. down that road Never to return or see the light of day our seeds of knowledge have failed to grow to reep the plague upon the living no one there will ever know Just what they missed Plough the battlefield Sow the soldiers Water the minefields and watch them grow... This lack of knowledge has laft me fearing all that i already know. UNTITLED I'm searching for light so lead me through, lead my blinded soul to you, with withered hands or youthful skin, let me find the one within, This light i crave for let it shine, so once again you will be mine. UNTITLED Before the night is over, Before the day is through, whatever you ahve done to others, will come right back at you. UNTITLED Did you really think you could tear me down, tred my foolish face into the ground, you pushed my bones untill they broke, and turned my ashes into smoke. You had the last laugh now you look a fool, standing proud after our duel, but human strength alone cant win, I'll crush your smile and twist your grin. My spirit has risen... I now fligh high, one part of me that didnt die, will watch you live your final hour, then your soul it will devour, for you cant live without your shell, may your crippled existance burn in hell, my mind is stronger than you'll every be. You will fade with memories long forgotten. I am home. My spirit set free. SEE NO EVIL, HEAR NO EVIL See no evil Hear no evil But speak it what you will a flaming toungue these poison lips one taste enough... Preach to me your entities Give back what you took from me Your language doenst work for me Just take it back Each putrid drop is filled with lies Held by the flower as it dies Behind your wasted fools disguise Is a figure that i must dispise See no evil Hear no evil But speak it what you will A flaming tongue The poison lips One taste enough To kill you.



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