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Tag: vision
The Absent Visitor
Your eyes are open
Yet you’re dead outside
Repetitive motion
delays the inevitable
You can be heard
Muffled, as if under ground
Changing of the garb
Drawing attention to the autopsy
not yet declared
The Absent Visitor
Your eyes are open
Yet you’re dead outside
Repetitive motion
delays the inevitable
You can be heard
Muffled, as if under ground
Changing of the garb
Drawing attention to the autopsy
not yet declared
The Absent Visitor
Your eyes are open
Yet you’re dead outside
Repetitive motion
delays the inevitable
You can be heard
Muffled, as if under ground
Changing of the garb
Drawing attention to the autopsy
not yet declared
The Shadow Knows
Though voiceless,
its outline screams at me
As if with a lowered head,
the sense of sorrow overwhelms me
Why should this being keep company
with a spry teller of make-believe?
A honed talent caused the weeping and
the grinners to seek my blessing
After words, their lives were changed
If only for a moment
But why is truth a necessity
when peace and harmony calls?
It creeps towards me
and my name melts
with whatever mortal sin I committed
it reminds me of a childhood friend
who would smile when I was chastised
for being myself
imagining better, softer times
in a welcoming world of bliss
Who will tell my stories when I can’t?
The price we pay for companionship
often comes with a penalty
For maybe the debt was paid too soon
To Say That
I want to say that
Everyone’s a winner
But that wouldn’t be true
At least
The way I want to tell you
And show you
How much truth there is
Would you even care?
I don’t really care
Because I can honestly say
I want to say that
Everyone’s a winner
But that wouldn’t be true
At least
The way I want you to hear it
From the mouths of babes
Virginal to delicate handling
Of something so delicate
But then you’d break something
Again
And again
Until any love left would be numb
To have succumbed
To the fact that
You can have worthless lessons
In life
And that
One experience can cost a life
And a life can cost
Love
And in the end
It is the one who was loved the most
That wins
For to have wanted to love
wins second place
I just wanted to say that
The Eyes…
Can you see
what evil sees?
Be they green, blue, hazel
grey, brown
Sitting superior to a grimace
misconstrued as a smile
In front of an intellect that preys
the prey will pray before him
Below him
Above him
No less preying
Slaying with grandeur swiftly
And constantly
consistently
to not delude
Shiny glittery magical
mystical trinkets only masked by
pinny dolls
But they don’t see
what evil sees
Only doing what it is told
Hands on the warm-blooded
naïve
The lids only closed in times
of pleasure
Devoid of sounds
Grimacing above the menacing
Menacing while grimacing
Sometimes
even with an audience who performs
baptisms
confessionals, rituals in closets
And trust does see what evil sees
Though stupidity overshadows
faith