These eyes, they've seen many things
They've seen the hurting lie to those they love
Seen the ones they love lie right back
Seen humanity hide from itself
For humanity is too terrified,
Too terrified to even trust itself

These bitter eyes, they've witnessed many things
They've witness innocence stolen by hate
Witnessed entire nations lead by ignorance and prejudice
Witnessed the folly in mankind
The folly too great that mankind chooses to repress it
Repress it to not acknowledge the true horror of it all

These aged eyes, they've shed many tears
They've shed tears from abuse
Shed tears caused by corruption
Shed tears for those starving
Shed tears for the dark secrets the globe hides
The secrets frown by society
But the dark secrets that are behind every closed door

These eyes have experienced many things,
Seen many things,
Witnessed many things,
Shed tears for many things
But they've remained open
While my mouth that could maybe bring about change, has remained shut despite it all
Because these eyes of mine have also succumbed to hopelessness

When
our bed devours
what
is only Ours
and the night
sinks -

Deep
into our
hot skin, cooling moonbeams
that glaze your thighs
as our limbs
fetch the
Other
from our last drab
things...

We
moisten the burl
of our Life's
Tree...
as we lay planted
gasping.

I see
the furthest world
rising
from the
depths between...

Betwixt  -
the
Haunting of Ourselves
and a wet
Dream.

Children,
Spreading joy and wonder
Playing and fighting
Following their dreams
And inventing wild stories,
These all emerge from the hearts of children

And sometimes when I find I can no longer continue on in my self sabotage
I have an ideal to hold on to
The ideal children emanate
The lies my ego perpetuates
Are so hard to erase
I believe this story about myself and the world
That causes me feel like a basket case
But when I close my eyes
And embrace my inner child
I remember who I am
And I remember that *I can

The moment haze becomes clear, blurry yet vivid; turning the day on its axis.

Too fast in the night, counting on the inevitable change at the break of morning.

Rest assured at present; the future is a gift, floating instead of falling.

Enlighten drifting thoughts with deep insights, or something instead of anything.

A sleep, looking back about how you for-sore time standing still.

By watching the clock until late; Your apparition to subconscious; awakens from a dream.


27th October 2015 (Full Moon and Alignment of Mars, Jupiter and Venus)