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Sep 2016 · 262
Ay Ay Eyes
John Garrity Sep 2016
When sleeping, I close my eyes and seek beautiful dreams
When awake, I open my dreams and seek beautiful eyes
I love poems that incorporate 'eyes' as a core theme. With inspiration from Shakespeare I wrote my short poem.
This especially from Shakespeare gave me inspiration to write my piece.

“From women's eyes this doctrine I derive:
They sparkle still the right Promethean fire;
They are the books, the arts, the academies,
That show, contain and nourish all the world.”
― William Shakespeare, 1598.
Aug 2016 · 367
False Premise Eyes
John Garrity Aug 2016
There are things to worry
See in a hurry or a blurry
Move or push in a scurry
Yes even thoughts to bury
But a false premise builder
Often strikes match flash light
Whoa oh how bright oh bright
Let shine and blind bewilder

Imbedding their charges against others to come
Looking at the world in black or white smothers to some
Whispering character assassinations
Then twist and turn and speaking bass drum
Punches, scream oh no accept reply
Dive swim down deep pressure diving
Breaststroke splash splash accusation conniving

Slow blow mean demean, all to be sight unseen
Hide hide, what you?
Hey say, are often the hiders themselves
A skew, how shrew, the essence, yes the crux

Full one side story oh there is never
Force grab oh don’t push neither left nor right lever
Oh middle lever free is never to be oh unfree decree

Everyone forever on the mend
Though never even a soft only a hardened bend
Why oh why, why not to me now unfriend?
Try I to comprehend!
I trip tripness darkness spread
So must free flow words here this letterhead
Mind fever drugging underflow
No not no not yes knot oh complete knot tightening blow



Cheers, punch gut to me inner character assassination
My heart covered by trepidation
Fast forward roundabout rewind harsh lamentation
One sided black or white, out of spite and protection might
Middle ground oh of constant unbound
Oh why middle never to be truly found

To the mirror is the appearer
And yes all humanity can be vanity
So seek sanity says *** to kettle
Oh what, is there nothing to settle?



As member of humanity I am
Realize hurt I may have caused
Though not mal-intended
Yes not so intended to those befriended
Though deep down result is same
I neither disclaim my blame nor take crooked aim
Someone innocently accepting something as their version of the truth as god's perfect version since it's their corner. And being attacked through this. Need to find middle ground because reality's vision then imprint, then imprinted seams, are very often somewhere in the center, and not just as seemingly seems. Never ever lever just black or white.

— The End —