.


It was God's cruel gift
he gave unto me

the ability ,

to look into someone
through their heart

(and see)


The eyes are a portal
through which light flees

(be it)

white or dark

it's all revealed
to me


The words they say
or in silence be

(unto my eye)

there is all to see


Sometimes the overload . . .

the thousands touched
looking for gold

not finding much

Perhaps a man
Has more then he needs
His hunger for love
His need, his greed
Surely life exist
Outside the stream
Impersonally
We hear the screams
Of the strong
Devouring the weak

We all must
Eat our meat
It is eternal
What we seek
............

Why,
You ask,
Use ten words
When two will do?
‘Cos a pair is always eight words too few.