La Thru my eyes
the beholder is the beauti in
my eyes traces of the creator's
art sketch i attempt to poet
it in lines of rhymes
my heavyweight words discharge
gravities law i flow with endless
inspiration as i glimpse at an
eternity being
our connection is crosswired
from a higher source this one
thing on common ground do
we stand
uniquely displays the Sources
character my breath i can not
hold any longer i childishly act
to be caught up in a moment
a moment of her reaction has
more percentage to anger but
her smile every now and then
allows me to glimpse an angel
to others she is up there
to herself shes is half way there
her appearance is stable in
a spiritual realm but
trapped in a free world her
defensive walls become to
high for her to escape
cultivated into others realms
her world was captalized
but choice is her way out
to live her life her way
this tunnel had spotlights in
the beginning of the journey
the end is faint and dimed
by the futures unknown
Her whisper is her loudest
siren her words i heard slightly
her heart deafens me she
only gives ear to herself
she beseeched herself no
more speeches from others
the cancer is nullified she found
the answer by the 1Crucified
Not the same
not the same.
anymore.
the past much further.
harder.
not so nice.
for
expected dazzled millennium
don’t compare, I know!
disguised dissatisfaction
two thousand and something, for all
to be,
to do
but for I
and those
who
expected more.
29 May 2007.
La Curtains Diversity
Open my curtain I’m uncertain
Of my surrounding I’m abounding
In a society controlled by a diversity
Of deception of my misconception
I availed my space to be veiled
By a dark eye as Noah's ark
Peoples eyes were open and no wise
Decision was made so their lives ware laid
I perceive life but it can deceive
My mentality and I’m blinded spiritually
I hear thee but don’t listen
I speaketh with no speech
I inhale but don’t breathe
I gaze but don’t stand in awe
I touch but don’t sense
I walk with no footprints behind me
I share tears with a dry eye
I laugh with no expression
I’m quiet with an open mouth
My siren rings with no sound
I’m sensitive with no situation
I’m a poet with no inspiration
How do I tear this curtains care
For me it accepts my misconcepts
I inhabit its habit
To feel and not react
I know its truth but don’t pursue it
I know its promise but don’t receive it
I understand its heart but don’t UNDERSTAND
I broke my window who snuck in?
waiting
sunrise
emptiness growing inside
creeping, filling my mind
controlling confusing
making my senses blind
midday
passing without satisfaction
no statements has been given
silence spreading through
to brink of insanity driven
sunset
concluding another day of searching
satisfaction could not be achieved
waiting wanting anticipating
sorrow could not be believed