EP 1d
can you see me?
                                   (I'm not sure I'd want you to)
because
after all-
I'm just sitting here wasting in a world so fine
so full of opportunities
                                   (so full of horrors)
                                   (full to the brim of every hate)
so
tell me this,
can you see me?
                                   (I'd hate it if you could)
I  l o v e  you with my heart
                                   (but even then I'd never know where to start)
and I need you close to me
                                   (although I know I'll push you away far)

-EP
my blindness is my sight
I looked up
and
I fell

*read in
reverse
it
works
Kuvar 3d
This is a time
When a man
Needs to eat a full chicken
And flesh he can’t afford
Let him go for an egg
That is a full chicken
From a life chicken
Poor innocent man
Just saved a chicken from the knife
Man with his muscular knife and fork
is such a
BACKSTABBER FOLKS
I am talking about his Tongue
To be sure of the unsure.
You need to be clear of the unclear.
To be Clear of the unclear you need to see through the thick mist of Question.
Kuvar 4d
Here is a check
To take to a bank
Miles far away from the bank
I am yet to bank
Tell me where in the world
Would I deposit a check
Bouncing the banks out
With no No numbers
Not even Roman numerals
tell me
Where to deposit this check
with the sign of your heart
So have I come to realize
With a stern rose at sunset
I will come kneeling before you
Please take my love back
Let’s make love in the river bank
I am still waiting to deposit this check of mine in your heart my love
I see them still, even here, once more secure and safe,
stilled by a stiff whisky, and a good book by my bed
I’m secure, safe, yet still they inhabit my weary head
funny, because when I was out there in those war struck streets
scanning shards of glass still hanging in the blackened frames
they did not appear but then
they are skilled at not being apparent
even when their handiwork is evidenced
in shredded mouths agape in rictus’d grimace
we were trained to seek out their devices
before they blossomed in scarlet death
we were trained to watch for those youths
innocent eyed as agile fawns
faces aglow with dissident idealism
seeing only differences, not brotherhood
though we were scarcely older than they
I see them still, even here, secure and safe
in old familiar surroundings
I see them
absurd, I know, yet, still, I see them
but, I console myself for there is time
and  images can, with time, fade
Warfare nowadays
you, an ever-changing evergreen – are
lovelier than yesterday’s morning rain, and
more curious than tomorrow’s budding lilacs.
lost, i find myself in your lively touch.
my pain, the mirror i peer into when i pick up a pen;
i smooth my hair, wipe the snow dust from the corners of my eyes, say a prayer.
am i a vessel of love and devotion?
or simply, am i a constant sea of fault
left bruised – bruised like rotten fruit that has fell from the tree.
if i could meet your gaze, instead of
dreaming in verses,
i would press my fingers to yours
and all but flinch at your needles
as they prick my skin.
i envy nothing about your days – dim, even when the sun dresses in her sunday best –
except, that your immortal wisdom
is a sunset i will never see:
like a clockmaker with no sense of time,
like a bodyguard with no inner strength.
my hobby – collecting comparisons:
lining up metaphors like calendar days.
words cannot mend your pain like they mend mine

poetry moves my mountains, but will never move yours

you, an ever-constant evergreen – are
lovelier than tomorrow’s starry sky, but
trapped. if i could meet your gaze,
i would close my eyes
Omni Jun 9
To see the face of God would be
all the shiny and the bright things,
that
all the shiny and the bright things
think, sing, and write.

To see the face of God would be
all the shiny and bright things,
all the dull and dark things,
all the facades and the faces,
all the gods and the places,
you’ve ever been.

To see the face of God, multiply
…by at least a hundred billion.
Too many?
Ok.
Million?
One-hundred thousand?
One-thousand?
Ok, ok.
Ten faces.
Enough!
Honestly, we can hardly bear ourselves,
and we as individuals, don’t get out alive.
None of us get out of here
with no more than our own
mirror reflection.
How much greater to see the face of God
with just our one human face against
ten human faces as
those faces exited?
We would be dead before face two.
How much more so one-hundred billion?
We cannot stand toe to toe
to see the face of God and live.

To see the face of God would be
all the shiny and bright things,
all the dull and dark things,
all the facades and the faces,
all the gods and the places,
you’ve ever been.

Alone.

… all the shiny and bright things,
all the shiny and bright things…  


Omni
©
For sue.
A little encouragement... : ~) thanks.
always beside her
hope you see I’m “besides” her
off with those blinkers!
eli Jun 7
you know how when you run a huge race and you see the finish line and get so happy
you want the end to come so fast

yeah,
thats me with life
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