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
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 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 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'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.
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.
Sometimes I close my eyes
And watch our memories
I have my hands on your chest
Smiling with a heart
That was never more content
Than in that instance
And you laugh at me
And you just lean in to kiss me
I watch that girl, me
Know without a doubt
That your her forever
Her future husband
And as I watch them
I realize how willing
I am to fight for that back
And as long as you never give up
I promise I won't either
I watch them laughing
Crying, making love,
Napping and eating
And suddenly I see
Looking at her
And all his love
And all of hers
All the shared energies
Flows freely and peacefully between
Oh how wonderful it is
To almost feel it again.
From my Dark Watcher Series
Standing in the shadowy dusk,
watching sadly as another love dies.
Tears of blood being silently shed,
from a heart torn savagely apart.
So much pain and despair inside.
Arms reaching out as if to hold,
a loved one near enfolds only air.
Fearful sobs, there is no reprieve.
The sheen of a blade as it glistens,
in the dim streetlight’s afterglow,
arches above a heart laid bare.
Reaching out a hand to capture,
the soul as it flees the body.
One more of God’s beautiful angels
again to be felled by love…
Sealing his black bag of souls,
as another tear falls unchecked.
i like to watch the stars lighting up the night
twinkling in the sky like a fairy light
high up in the sky floating wild and free
millions maybe more shining down on me.
such a lovely feeling such a sight to see
makes lifes seem so peaceful and so heavenly
glowing in the dark like diamonds in the sky
i like to watch the stars as they go floating bye
i saw a wise old owl looking down at me
sitting on the branches of big oak tree
with his big wide eyes he began to stare
straight in to my face he began to glare
he gave a little hoot as if to say hello.
it made feel so happy gave my heart a glow
he watched me for a while as i walked along
then he flew away with wings so big and strong.
i looked and waved goodbye as in the air he flew
watched him fly away in the sky so blue.