the reactions we've had to this year's differences are a predicament
they will have an effect for year's to come
friendships lost because of opinions
opinions established by the social dependencies we retain
the dumbing down of real news
as we come to the end, be one to pause and reflect
look back and determine where you fit in, in this spectacle

Brian Hill - 2020 # 292

Look here get this
Look there get that
Look at it and it looks you back
Look for it and it looks you blind

that everything you see
you had to put it there to find

Tired eyes, barely open,
Can you see me?
Standing there,
My eyes locked on nowhere,
Unnoticed, not even a glance,
Left to my own misery,
Can you help set me free?

No, you don't even look at me,
No, you don't even know when I'm gone,
You won't ever know,
You won't ever know,
When I fade away...

- Jay M
October 16th, 2018

I might see you

The chimps are fighting the bonobos
on the jungle floor
I wanna elevate the game
so they can see there's something more
above their head if they dare see -
bananas hanging in them trees
instead of just runnin' around flinging feces
if they just keep their chin up they would see....

Look up, you monkey!

We think it's gone
In better times we could have played
As weather's changed
You slipped away
Remembering those blessed days

September sun invigorates
Glimpses of glory warmed
It's riches clasp the back of neck
Absorbed in chest and flow to rest

Time be spent so look ahead
Aim to be your best throughout the test
This place is finite so be our heads
More to life than meets the end
Undefined redemption led

“Don’t take this the wrong way,”
I tell him.
I look off into the distance.
“Just stay away from me.”
I begged him.
Sadness laced my voice but it was also firm.
He knew I was dead serious.
I looked into his eyes.
Hurting.
Confusion.
More hurting.
I was glad I hurt him.
I felt no guilt.
After all, that’s how he’s made me feel for the past three months.
But when I told him to stay away my intent was not to hurt him.
I told him because I want to stop hurting.
The way he passes glances my way,
his kindness,
his mannerisms…
It all hurts me.
Hell,
even hearing his voice stings my soul.
I can’t do it anymore.
I don’t want to hurt anymore.
He needs to stop looking at me,
stop being kind to me,
stop being a gentlemen,
stop talking to me.
He has another girl to look at,
be kind to,
be a gentleman to,
to talk to.
And that girl is not me.
I walked away.
I didn’t look back.

Hey, you.
Yeah, you.
Look at me.
No, LOOK at me.
Who do you see?

Hello, darling.
You, darling.
Have you seen me?
Have you SEEN me?
Then who do you see?

Beloved,
Look around you.
LOOK around you.
See all these strangers?
Watch them.
So who do you see?