The invisible man watching as you
Produce, consume, intake all of this vice
The lies, mind boggling stories untrue
But boring, these things are life's spice
Why, the man must ask, unseen and ignored
Why does life need stimulations as these
To them, to thee, transmuted water poured
Allowing the moment and time to freeze
Bitter, angst and oppression of rights wrong
Sweet, the tantalizing succor of thee
By the time the evil shown in the throng
It's too late, of your freedom you be free
A joy, a friend that's all but it seems
Is a silent ****** of all your dreams

I love to sit
In a building
Way up high
And look down at the ground
And see all of the people
The size of ants
And all the cars
Like the toys I once had
Hurry around
Walking, running, driving
Everyone is in a hurry
Somewhere to be
Somewhere to go
Faster, faster
They go
Each one with there one story
Relatively insignificant to everyone else
Only people in your life care
About you and your story
The same way only you care
About people's stories
Who are in your life
Everyone else is just a face
In the way
Walking past you
Driving your bus
Your train
Your taxi
Insignificant
A pawn that gets you where you want to be
So you can ccontinue your life
What if
We cared more
About these people
Probably others would think you are crazy
But maybe you would touch someone's heart
Change their life
Maybe smiling could be a social normalcy
If those ant sized people
Could slow down
For a moment
What would I see
Way up high
If the world became
A friendlier place

bright honey pours
all across my dawn
for pictures of you

that seem a hundred years ago
or seven, or beautifully
transparent into who
I once was, and the person
I’ve become, the nectar is curved

love never leaves us truly
just a nameless horizon
where faces shimmer

and wisdom like a fabric
can be held from world to world
planet to planet, until
our body of pure love suddenly
touches the light of a new day

and every face seems like
somebody we should have known
every personality feels really

intimate, I get that a lot
when I’m people watching
it’s a baptism of love
fluid as golden light
as I melt so easily into a stranger’s

eyes, that I feel my entire life
cupped in their hands, in their
memories, as they mix with my own.

she was always told to dance
like nobody was watching

for the first few years,
she was too young
to understand what it meant

when she finally understood,
she was too afraid to listen
to the music in her head

when she got over her fear
and took that first step,
a dance began
but nobody cared

she danced
and nobody watched

oh
but e v e r y o n e noticed
when she stopped

Their eyes wandered,
Crowding the scene
But I averted
My own
To lend privacy
To the disaster.

Tears ran down her face
And cries were heard
And she muffled them
But the man said curtly,
Keep him crying,
It means he's alive.

What had happened
In an instant
Drew out,
As they stared
And I turned away
Thinking I was helping,
My eyes hardly probing
Like theirs.

But in the end,
I'm not the one
Who uttered reassurances
Or found the doctor.
They did.

I watch myself
watch myself
watching their dance,
my action is actioned
by panel and plan

Significant thought
to trivial task,
I find myself missing
that which I've hatched

Impromptu I can do,
in scrutinies stare,
replayed ad infinitum
pretend I don't care

When waiting has waited
and I dare to break free,
will the watcher be waiting
or will I be free?

rainfall paints the car park with a darker hue, giving
depth to its once flat surface, so that headlights
drill down and refract, in its now mirrored facade.

the world slowly melts, as a thousand drummers beat
against my window, falling as a single sheet towards
the sill.

dark shapes, people, walk swiftly by: faceless,
beheaded by their own umbrellas, but, it is no different
from a sunny day, when stern faces, and frosty
indisposition, takes the place of covered face.

Time exploded,
Space expanded,
Gas turned into ***** of fire,
Suns,
Gravity made cosmic dirt into planets,
Oceans raised, life grew...
Swam and then walked,
Hunted then foraged,
Lived alone then lived together,
built villages then cities,
fought and then lived in peace,
lived and died,
all this so your auburn  eyes,
could make me feel like a kid,
again...
in a toy store.

If you ask me,
I'd say we got off cheap.