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They say the eyes are windows to the soul
But what of the stain, the color, the role?
Brown, blue, hazel, even red
Shades that dance inside thy head

Bards sing songs of ocean's hue
Of sapphire depths in eyes of blue
Storytellers speak of earthbound brown
Warmth found deep beneath the crown

Poets, we are many, yet all the same
Failing to stake but one true claim
For the hues we envision
the shades beyond our vision

So judge no eye by shade or stain
But by the soul that shall remain
B C Steffan Jul 24
every word on the page
does not show the soul bound to it

And that

but lacking these words,
the soul would have nothing to bind to
B C Steffan Jul 24
Knowing is but a strange
For I believe I
Know more about me
Than anyone knows me

Yet this, a falsehood
For I do not know me
I cannot comprehend me
For years of infancy

But my mother
She knew me
Before I knew life
B C Steffan Jul 24
Love can come from anyone
Betrayal only from the beloved
B C Steffan Jul 14
It is
not icy
nor jagged

It is
velveted,
warm

And that-
That’s the trick
B C Steffan Jul 5
A man called Micah:

Oh Lord, please
Please Lord
Save me from
This place
There is nothing but
Pain and mis-

Satan:

-oh, Micah
Sweat foolish Micah
He cannot hear you anymore
Micah, that’s the tricky thing
About this place
He doesn’t visit
There are no angels
No light cast
He doesn’t care

Micah, he doesn’t know you!

Micah:

But-
He said he’d-
He’d always-

Satan:

-He’s always what…?
He’d always be there
He’d always save you
He’d always-
love you

Micah, not anymore
You had your chance
But now, Micah
You’re here
With me

He will not come
Not for you
B C Steffan Jun 30
The Devil
Doesn’t tear you down
He builds you up
Until

You believe you can
Do it alone
Then he smiles
As you fall

And you always fall
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