See the people watcher
Still as a mantis
Endless ambient sounds, unidentifiable
Does not prevent his gaze
He studies her eyes; her smile
And undresses her mind
The watcher finds himself
Her thoughts are not easily uncovered
A coffin, sealed; undefiled
The watcher will only find him,
Looking out as he looks in
On brown earth and fields of clovers,
a glade has grown to be.
Its cool breeze and green leaves
offer peace and solace to me.
Spears of sun pierce through the shade
and paint the thirsty wood.
Its tendriled veins writhe and stretch,
beneath a canopied hood.
Atop the ferns a parascope rises
swaying back and forth.
It moves to the left, it moves to the right,
and then I hear a snort.
My dog eared friend brings to me,
a long and pointed gift.
But such a prize is recognized
to leave just as quick.
The air is filled with warbeled songs
from treetops far and near.
But an incessant buzz cuts like unkindness
and comes to fill my ear.
I see it plain above my zenith,
a machine of flying plastic.
Its rotors spin in four successions,
it floats and moves - stochastic.
This hovering sentinel watches all
with a tiny gazing eye.
But who's to gain, learn, intrigue,
by spying from the other side?
From up so far a world so small:
he sees himself a king.
Out of dangers, out of touch,
to him no harm can bring.
And though he thinks that he remains
concealed, secure, untracked.
He does not know, below the grove,
I am staring back.
A Watcher in the distance
Emotionally charged stares
Thinking I'll speak to you
Keeping a close eye out
I feel your glares
You keep watching me
But you won't get me back
This time it's too late
So keep watching
That's all you'll ever be now
A stranger Watching me
Watching me be free
Watching me walking away
never looking back on yesterday
Watching life pass
Because of stubborn pride
Thinking of the days we were happy
The day a piece of me died
Keep watching you can see
I am happy now
So much better than I used to be
A wonderful life now
I was set free
Go on now, stop watching me
I am the third person,
The narrator of it all.
Watching all the people,
Live, laugh, and love.
Silently I stare,
Do they even care,
Or am I truly alone?
I hope that if I walk off,
Someone will come follow me.
I dream that someone cares,
For me as a being.
I want all that bullshit,
That everyone wants.
I want that sappy romance,
A girl in my arms.
I watch you, but you cannot see me.
Invisible, untouchable and persistent.
A ghost in a machine; a man within a dream.
A watcher who cannot see.
I try to speak, but what you hear isn't my voice.
Voiceless, faceless; lack of true existence.
Though I can still watch you from a distance.
Your eyes as cold as mine, perhaps I cannot even see you.
But I feel you, and I think you sense me.
Are we both trapped within the same dream?
I pretend not to see
What it is that is in front of me
I know a lot more than I let others realize
I do see
It is sad really
How much everyone trys to hide
Who they really are
And what is inside
But this is what I see
On the sidelines
i'm fairly certain
that when i sit perfectly still
on a rock
no one can see me.
i'm getting good at
becoming the rock,
staring daggers into the
trees and sky,
trying to figure out
what they are up to.
as far as i can tell,
trees don't feel bad
about stretching toward the sun;
they don't feel like assholes
reaching for what they need most.
they don't even move.
they make themselves home
and get stronger and stronger;
and even if they get knocked down
they are beautiful
little birds hopping,
critters scampering and
golden light stretching.
once i sat on a rock
and stared daggers into the creek.
huge pieces of ice would
suddenly break off
and join the rush of water,
that crazy sun
a ball of gas in the sky
making the ice in the creek melt.
i really don't know what to do with myself
other than watch this
sit still on rocks
and watch, and wait.
and i always leave in a
fit of fleeting glory;
where i temporarily,
for a tiny instant
as a thing of the earth
turning into something
magnificent and powerful...
and then it is gone.
and i think about
how silly my life is
how i try so hard
to give myself
an interesting story to write.
I sit and watch
day by day
You live your life blind
Yet I see the hell as it lay itslef out
You play the game with instruction
I can't help but to break the rules
You judge me because im different
I hate you because you're the same
All you know is ignorance because of its bitter sweet lustful taste
Try taking a sour dark yet refreshing shot of reality
You think you know it all
Just wait until you get that wake up call
You reach for my hand
Im ten steps forward
And you're ten steps back...
I walk into the prime RF wave
Where the space is thick with fraudulent motives
I see him there
Sorting out the wreckage that remains
He sits upon a white couch
Window dressed with precedent navy blue drapes
While his anguish takes egress
He greets me with open arms
And takes my hand to dance
He whispers to me as we sway
His message is quite clear
“The apocryphal is a high castle wall
The infallible fathers the fall”
Like I said, I don’t want any trouble here.
Remember when I promised you that I would
Watch out for you? I still hold to that,
My dear, consider me your Spirit Guide.
When you wake up you might not remember my vow
My dear, the oath that I keep for you.
I won’t take any away from your quiet ascension.
Latently you know that I was me who kept you safe.
Your success is mine and I ask for nothing in return except
To maybe keep you in my pocket, I’ll
Keep you for my amusement for I love
How you rarely tread quietly, softly, never softly.
For my benefit, just for me.
For as long as you remember, for my pleasure,
To bring rouge to my full and uplifted cheeks.
Just for me.