Their Eyes

Their Eyes Green-blanket-cape trailing behind as he paces the corridor, disconnection deep in his wild eyes, no laces in his shoes. Her eyes are pain, her path to presence is pain, her retreat from presence almost complete, wanting death as most want food or love or sunlight. Handsome and articulate, he hand-signals across the room to no one as his cold, dangerous eyes scan our faces, calculating the possibilities for violence. Tattoos of tears, three from each eye.

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John Posey

Date: 7/9/2013 7:01:00 PM

Jack, this cryptic entry is intriguing. I believe most can break the code and I'll leave it to others to gather the clues... I will say that volunteering in Prison Ministry tells me that one is reportedly letting his world know of six deaths.... Jake

Jack Jordan
Date: 7/9/2013 8:43:00 PM

I volunteer with a bipolar and depression support group. We visit two local mental hospitals each week to talk about the benefits of support groups, post-release. I've come to have a significantly broadened understanding of the depth and complexity of mental illness.

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 7/3/2013 10:51:00 PM

Jack, :-( thank you for everything, you're precious in every way, I am happy you are a part of the soup, and I can call you a friend. your words of comfort meant a lot. Love~ LInda