I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
Whatever I see I swallow immediately
Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.
I am not cruel, only truthful --
The eye of a little god, four-cornered.
Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall.
It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long
I think it is part of my heart. But it flickers.
Faces and darkness separate us over and over.

Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon.
I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands.
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness.
In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.

Underneath the layers of flesh surrounding this man wrapped in a costume of sane looking skin, lives an angry madman living a lie on the edge of insanity, and Deep. Thought Poetry always wearing a grin.

Take a look,
deep into your mind,
Don't be afraid,
you will be surprised what you find.

There is a lot that lays beyond your exsteria,
Your brain holds a lot of criteria,
Give yourself credit,
You're far more superior.

Imagine if we could use our knowledge,
to do better things,
Instead of getting in line like,
puppets on strings.

So let your mind unwind,
Stay alert, but be kind,,
the eye's are useless,
If the mind is blind

There's a girl
Behind the windows
Waiting for the Moon
So she may smell it
As she is blind
🌙

I love to laugh with you

but laughing is not enough

to keep me sane

while I wait for you

to decide

if I’m worthy enough

for  a lifetime.

he said he couldn’t breathe,
so they took his last breath