my eyes surveil an unconscious world
saturation, a curse
who cares if my blood is a deep crimson
or my veins a bluish hue
my sadness are clouds permeating a blue sky
pupils fear the eyelids
darkness is a danger
no color saves me there
the lens of my eye crack, reflect
they film all the mechanical details
robots moving, smiling:
all silver, all wiring faulty
my eyes are no different from a digital camera
i can never capture true color, nor true beauty
the red of a rose pierces my iris, and leaves its trail on the whites of my eyes.

her eyes surveil a waking world
deuteranopia, skewing her views
the rods and cones of her eyes rebelling against her sight
the red of blood and the green of grass blend into a singular shade
an olive, or mustard color, it’s not unpleasant
the sunset is painted differently
like God mixed different paints when He stroked his brush across the sky
the sun shines all the same
the brightness still leaves spots in her vision, and reflected in her eyes are the words
words i will never understand
the film of her eyes run out, constantly
black reels spool out of her eyes, like tears
but she smiles still
she can’t see the difference between a tomato and an apple
but the sweetness is still there
her lens have been cracked, but glued together
by the colors of her soul.

its blind to me
my eyes fade to static, while hers heightens in quality
perhaps it is why i have been staring at her,
while she stares at the sun.

RIp Ozzy Osbourne

I need someone to show me the things in life that I can't find
I can't see the things that make true happiness, I must be blind

Inspired by the song paranoid by Ozzy Osbourne

Paranoid

The hate in this world seems to run on steroid
Hearts seems to be hard with love void

Searching still for happiness seems hard to find
Memories of pain still loitering on tis mind

Falling free in an endless pit of dreams
The voice of freedom in tis heart screams

Silence only in the box of death
Music loaded in every passing breath

Pavin

Night spreads its dark wings
on a faint path upwards.
Steps climb toward the dark.
The secret cave of the heart
reveals its magic to the dreamer.
Its sapphire mist veils the fikir’s
lamp within.

Along the path the ancient oak’s
strudy branches remain still.
This mountain is a place of silence
where worldly sounds fade to
ghostly whispers.

Here one enters the mist alone
far from the stirring of moonlit
wings. Searching among a thousand
clouds in the half-lightof the unanswered
question : where is eternity along the path
unknown and the courage to search
beyond reality ?

Admire me, smell me
but pluck you shouldn't
I'll perish sadly
and be forgotten

let me seep in
the bright sunshine
watch me in the breeze
as I dance-  do  be kind

ah, how short-lived
I am-- fragile beauty born
to wither and disappear
alone, bereft and unknown

to you. the tender poet
( you have a heart)--this I plead
write me an immortal poem
and gladly I'll go to sleep

Screaming signs
Nimble imagination
Fear of the unknown

Faces of a thousand byways

Mental stagnations
On the back
Burners boiling over

Layered chaos
Far too many
Like bread crumbs

I don’t wanna eat anymore

Unbreakable chains
Grab the bolt cutters
And unlock my true potential

Your purpose is greater

Then any pain
Your could suffer
At the hands

Of the uncomfortable uncertainty’s

That stewed
Wispy saboteur
Unraveling seasons

The constant pounding in my chest

Feelings I could never shake
Riddle me this
The many disguises

That hid my true nature

Behind a Molotov cocktail
The cup
That pinched me into a bind

Outdated projector
Reruns spinning
Without a remote

A flash flood

Of disturbing images  
My clothes line was hampered
Cause and effect

You made the bed you slept in

A heat seeking missile
Gasping
For a longing embrace

Love is
A camouflage
To conceal the factual pain

As the facade slowly
Started taking form
Reaching it’s destined peak

I prefer the window dressings

I see now warm and inviting

Over the old ones
Played out

That finally got REMODELED