I fell them once again the eyes are back
I feel them watching me
I feel the stares piercing into my brain
I feel their presence
Are they actually there
Are they dead
Are they living
I feel them
I just
Don't
Know
Where
Dimples dance in her chocolate cheeks
Angelic hands flow so tan and gracefully
Neon nemesias around ankles at feet
Cherry lips laugh a silver soprano treat
Ebony hair with onyx pearls for eyes
Mahogany wings that match brown thighs
Uniquely gifted to grant whimsical words
Sonnets so inspiring flying me like bird
Elegant muse many hearts you’ve stirred
She’s gone, never cry
Whose eyes smile, living in peace
Cherishing every moment of my pen
Seems she made me a victor
This reality all over my face
Standing tall
Behind my beautiful friend grave
Soliloquizing pain
Screeching in my heart for years now
A MILLION DYING EYES
A million dying eyes
Bear witness to the night
High above the snow and glass
Just the other side
Wind blowing through your hair
Headlights passing by
Breath catching on the air
The road
We walked beside
You pulled a hair from your lips
Pushed it back aside
You reached for me
And there I was
Just to say goodbye
A million dying eyes
Won't care
No matter, hard we try
Snow falling, chasing us
But no where we can hide
Just look above, this lonely night
And see we're still inside
There's no escape
The both of us
Till One of us decides
Addendum: TOUT EST VRAI
See how she dreamed...
See how she smiled...
The man in the moon beamed
She is a night child
With stars in her eyes
Moonlight in her hair,
A neon glow that never dies
In her heart is always there
Was not born to midnight
She came to it one day,
Something there just felt right
And the dark stole her away...
EYES CAN LIE
There is something in a glance
like a midway game of chance
As a thousand colored lights
Exploding high, the sky
Listen when the water talks
All those voices calling us
A half forgotten dream
Haunting you, a restless night
In a sudden, all is lost
Like so much, cosmic dust
When you turn away and walk
Eyes can lie and break your heart
Fell in love a few times ... For a few seconds.
And some you never forget.
The irony of Death: looking through the eyes of the Lamb
What does he see in You? The wealth of wrinkled age. The sin of being allowed to walk through the forests and jungles of debris and mayhem just to say, "I'm sorry, but I'm too old to mention You in my Book again this Christmas"? The old are growing in number, like rabbits to sheep. And I am growing tired, tired of this Apocalyptic life as Paul of mayhem and death. Where you are winter without summer. Where You are embers without defeat of the Death that haunts You.
What does he see in You? The wicked innocence directed by naivete's age under the shoe size that they wear in age limit. Their sins are being born into each breath as they awaken the chaos of life and reaffirmation of retribution, anxiety, even Death. Where repulsion and retribution are met with sprinkles of revolution and rebellion. Aren't I the singer Scorpio? Nay. I am the Titan, Capricorn.
Death clings to your prosperity in age and wisdom as it mothers and nurtures you into infamy. Am I the beacon of Hope? Nay. I am Ra. I am Exodia the Forbidden One. I am Obelisk the Tormentor. Forever Tormendable... Forever...
I’ll stare into your eyes
For as long as they’re alive
And even after losing life
I’ll stare at every captured memory of you
And even after all photography burns
I’ll think on what’s imbedded in my mind
And even after I lose my mind
I’ll reminisce on what’s carved in my heart
And even after they disassemble my body
I’ll run to what’s locked in my soul
And even after they conjure my soul
I’ll still find a way to melt into those hues
Because that’s how far I’d go for you
I’ll find every way
Autumn is not mine to desire,
but I have longed for it for months
Since death stole my love for summer,
I have craved Autumn like a lover craves her love
I want the cool breezes to ruffle my hair,
the sensuous moon to light my skin in the dark,
the bountiful harvest to prove that life lives on
in a dark world that color still lives and lights up
the world with bright colors of a changing world
that will soon be barren and cold but for a glorious
season, it is bright and bountiful and joyful for all
in glorious, splayed light beneath a glowing sunset
the purest passion of vibrant realms has flooded,
when a wish is wished
to close feathered eyelids when the souls of eyes have kissed
and allow the ravenous breath to breathe the soul felt mist
when trembling fingers caress the face of love in bliss
I am the eyes of time.
Think not that you
can escape my power.
From eons down to seconds,
I see every blackened decade
and your each and every
golden hour.
Only God Himself
can comprehend me.
Did He, in fact, create me?
He can go in
and out of me
for I am as a full moon
that blooms forever
spherically.
I see all,
so I know all.
~Neither dusk nor dawn
can delude me.~
I’m the cherry blossomed tree
of beginnings and
~the foliage of farewell~
~As the leaf of life
sleeps upon your lips.~
As your loved ones age,
I watch with no remorse.
You too will wilt away.
I’ll utter not a sigh.
Only God and I can
see all history,
and always, like God,
I shall remain.
I am the trinity of
past, present and future.
Omnipresent -
I’ll be watching
ever-knowing
in every galaxy,
on the waters of all seas,
and from every kind of sky,
and I abide even
~when the soul-stars
dream and die.~
An anchor forged of dust and bone,
we keep our footing on the stone.
The world demands a quiet weight,
a patient, unyielding state,
where hands stay rested on the wood
and do the things they always should.
Yet in the space behind the eyes,
the architecture starts to rise.
No heavy earth, no pulling line
can tame the sudden, bold design.
The walls fall back, the ceilings clear,
and distance simply disappears.
You step across an ocean shore,
unlatch a long-forgotten door,
or stand atop a wind-swept height
without a single fear of flight.
No rules of earth, no pull of stone—
you build a cosmos of your own.
And though the waking world will claim
the daily posture of your name,
it cannot reach, nor can it bind
the infinite map within the mind.
For when the heavy eyelids close,
the spirit goes where no one knows.
LAUGHING EYES
by Frank Daub
Girl with laughing eyes
beneath the slate-blue skies
and melting sun
I see the excitement of your being
Shimmer --
Reflecting youth into a gentle kind
of image
Meaningful.
The rain of April skies completes
Your soul.
Eyes of Time, do you get tired
in the heavens high above
as you see the world play out
with all its hate and love?
Yes, I am the Eyes of Time,
and of love, I never tire.
There are many ways to love,
from kindness to desire.
I watch with sweet pleasure
when a young man takes a wife,
and soon there is a baby,
and I thrill at newborn life.
Yet, when I watch men fight wars,
and see them clash and die,
(both sides, virtuous and right)
these Eyes of Time must cry.
Will you remember
your
routes
trafficking
among the
self-driving cars?
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