You can barely keep your eyes open.
Not from sleep, but from awe.
From the ache of wanting to take in everything at once.
The sky unraveling in soft peach and gold,
the hum of the tires still vibrating through your bones,
the sea so close you can feel the salt in your blood.
You want to see it—every grain, every wave, every goddamn shimmer of it.
But you also want to let it consume you.
You want to close your eyes just enough to become part of it,
to let the scent of honeysuckle and brine slip into your lungs
and settle in the parts of you still learning how to breathe.
Caught between the car and your dreams,
you hover there,
one hand on the door, one foot in another world.
And maybe you don’t need to move yet.
Maybe you’re allowed to just exist
in that sacred pause—
not running, not reaching,
just receiving.
Embracement is obvious when I remain within.
Keep your eyes open;
I do not exist for anyone anymore.
I want to embrace myself, adopting everything uncertain.
Uncertainty is the key.
Life, death, and every incident
Might have been tragic,
But every personal tragedy goes with resolution within.
Birth is a pursuit of fulfilment,
But every fulfilment carries a debt.
Some debts turn into curses,
Some into never-ending journeys.
Death is not dark,
And darkness also matters;
For every light brings us back to our achievements,
And every night gives birth to every morning.
I always persist in the in-between.
The space I hold for myself,
Never count me underneath.
Close your perceptions to know me,
For I am imperceptive.
Keep your eyes open
To get best prompt decision
Care cut to listen.
There's things that are pleasant to look at
A sunset is one comes to mind
There's all kinds of nice things to witness
They're right there, they're not hard to find
You'll see if you keep your eyes open
There's people who fit this bill too
There's attractive, there's pretty, there's beautiful,
There's gorgeous, there's stunning, there's you
WOLVES IN SHEEP CLOTHINGS
Darkness cloaked in innocence’s guise,
Wolves in sheep clothing, cunning & wise.
They prowl & stalk, in shadows they hide.
Their masks never fades, their true selves denied.4
Wolves in sheep's clothing, so sly & discreet,
They roam in the shadows, with eyes full of deceit.
Their words are like honey, their smiles so benign,
But beneath their façade, lies a cunning design.8
Dear traveler, beware of their sweet lullabies,
For their gentle whispers are nothing but lies.
Their teeth are sharp, their hunger uncontained,
In woolen disguise, their wickedness feigned.¹²
They weave their illusions in subtle embrace
With gentle demeanor, a soft-spoken grace.
But beware, for their hearts are not meek,
These wolves sheep claded, so sly & oblique.¹6
Keep your eyes open, trust your gut's feeling,
For among the gentle, the wolves may be stealing.
But fear not, for the naked truth shall unfold,
The sheep-feigned wolves falsehoods be told.²°
Their deceit knows no bounds, their malice runs deep,
In the land of the innocent, they silently creep.²²
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VICK MANUEL POETRY
{VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? 13th February 2024.
Written By: D. Collins 1/21/24
If your eyes are closed, they creep up on you.
Totally exposed to the harm long, overdue.
Insomnia is what becomes your best friend.
Just make sure you're the last standing in the end.
Explosions from meth heads who live next door.
Guarantee's this OG ain't taking that no more.
If you sleep they creep with no good intent.
Trying to get at all the decent men.
Keep your eyes open and be on point.
You want be caught sleeping to what they want.
-dear child in my womb
once born keep your eyes open
see all that you can
-learn all that you can
the world will not stop for you
don't be left behind
-don't be a number
be a leader to follow
someone trustworthy
-know all right from wrong
and you will always go far
be strong laugh love live
September 1, 2023
The truth comes out
When you're half asleep
So exhausted you can barely keep your eyes open
The truth comes out
As the days go by
Slaving away for the man
So busy you forget about those who hold you dear
As the days go by
Grasping at a dream
Of feeling the river of love
One day at a time waiting for answers to be near
Grasping at a dream
The truth comes out
When you least expect
Smooth sailing words from the subconscious speak
The truth comes out
Will power will power
In defining moments may build or demolish towers
Monuments and pyramids it really only takes a step
Yes not only that
Sweat drying into crystals
Droplets of effort driven by purpose
Choosing wisely what comes first and foremost
Suddenly shallow is cool
Discarding everything you once used as a tool
Don't you see?
This is deeper than a pool
Blowing racks chasing trends just to call on the parents
Pay as you live and the Rents due date is not up for extending
Living beyond your means
It seems you've been splurging
That's why you lacking
And for your plans you never implement
On the periphery you stay lurking
Its only actions and consistent actions
With due calibration that will change a vision to a reality
Yes you will probably find Prodigy on some
Selfish before you get kind type of flow
The resultant wave drilling through wells
Keeping God's people hydrated
Seek synchrony with your Will power
Forever keep your eyes open till you turn blind oh lord
God forbid
Will power
Will power, in defining moments may build or demolish towers
ProdigySpits I pray whatever I say
finds a place in your head and sits
Loyalty
Solely, merely, only
Unique and pure
No conflict and blind compromise
No puzzle
No criterion
No mind map
No mindset
Maybe no harms
Before you're lost and regret
We're loyal because we love , we believe
Maybe loyalty must base on
Love,humanity and democracy
But not merely canvassing
Selfishness,greediness and
benefits
History did tell us
Politicians are cunning sometimes
Politicians may have questionable loyalty
They're merely loyal to their families, friends, parties
Himself
Selfishness, greediness and benefits
Rather than his country
And his people
Keep your eyes open
You can change your loyalty to the politicians
Of course not to the country you love
But because of the country you love
You must make good use of the votes
At your hands
And merely at your hands
To save your country and the people
"Keep your eyes open to see the magic of the night"
- by Poet
Deep into the woods, I walked one day
to find flaming fireflies come my way,
Watching them, I felt a trancelike peace,
fulfillment of dreamlike fantasies;
In the shadowy shelter of trees,
I stood enjoying the mellow breeze;
The hazy clouds were rolling onward,
as I 'neath the moon slowly wandered,
Crickets and glowworms began to prance,
silently, I admired with glued glance,
The scenery sure looked surreal,
this night encounter seemed unreal;
Then I heard the nightingale crooning,
o'er imaginary love swooning,
Ethereal, her song pulled me in,
the joy I felt, none can imagine;
Basking in the aura of moonlight,
entranced by the magic of each sight,
I walked back leaving the woods behind,
But this night is engraved in my mind.
05.26.2021
For Constance La France's "Writing prompt - Dreamlike" contest
Allow Them To Eat Your Brain
You are relaxed as you scroll there.
Watch the endless turning and spinning.
The never-ending parade of ideas and images.
Watch closely.
Keep your eyes open and concentrate.
Follow follow follow the magic memes…
Let them consume your mind’s eye.
Allow them to eat your brain with relish.
Your eyelids are now getting heavier.
Relax.
Relax.
See the absorbing blinding images.
See the moving shapes make their strange sounds.
Don’t blink as they pass by.
Watch watch watch the endless turning and spinning.
Be open to all suggestions from them.
Let them consume and eat and swallow you.
You are their wonderful meal under the yellow sun.
You are their reason for spasming.
Don’t forget to keep your eyes open.
Follow follow follow the magic memes…
Relax.
Relax.
Follow follow follow…
Let them.
Let them consume your mind’s eye.
Allow them to eat your brain with relish.
The Oldham bloke passed me as I walked down the road
Passing me on the footpath
He was small with a slight limp
Wearing blue jeans and a black jacket
He uttered a comment:
You are a bastard
I replied: What did you call me?
He said: I wasn't talking to you, you idiot!
I added: Be careful
That's 2 insults from him
Being rude to me without knowing me
A fine example of a local male
Who I immortalised in this poem and tell you
Keep your eyes open for him
Be ready for his words
In the North Atlantic,
an iceberg leaned
toward the Titanic,
popping pins and crunching steel,
sinking the unsinkable.
A cold hush followed
the ship's first shudder,
as life's moments shifted
to death's minutes,
touching the untouchable.
Sometimes danger lurks
just below the surface.
Best to slow down,
and keep your eyes open before
fathoms become unfathomable.
I know you've seen a rainbow, and no doubt,
are aware that you'd best keep an eye out
for Irish fairy folks; lurking about.
Leprechauns can be grumpy, funny folks;
that some say love to play mischievous jokes
on naysayers, who label them a hoax.
If it's their pot of gold, you'd be after,
try searching behind an attic rafter;
where kids readily swear they've heard laughter.
The Irish bribe the leprechauns with food,
thinking a free meal will keep them subdued:
but the wee folks are amazingly shrewd.
They love whiskey and will steal it from you:
if you forget to leave a drop or two,
spilling a little on the floor; will do.
Wherever a rainbow touches the ground,
keep your eyes open, have a look around;
for a pot of gold’s waiting to be found.
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