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Through my eyes
I see a world laid before me.
A world of color
where many is looked at
but less is seen.
My “eyes” would see the world,
but the world would see only “me”.
I wonder what the world would see
if they looked in my eyes instead…
Would it be the same image they see in “me”?
I maybe in pain,
but I may cast a smile
to the world outside.
They will see only my laughter,
but not the fire of agony
burning in my eyes.
I may have committed crime,
and maybe helpless though I regret it.
I may play an act of innocence
trying to believe it never happened,
in the effort of starting a new life.
But, the guilt in my eyes
would give the final verdict
which the world would not know
unless they seek the truth in my eyes.
I may sympathies.
But, my words may express
very little to be heard.
But, the world will not see
the kindness in my eyes.
Since, the words spoken by the eyes
are meant to be felt,
not to be heard.
They; the world may look at my eyes
But, may fail to look into my eyes.
Amongst them all
you and I may have passed by a many times,
but, the moment our eyes meet –
what is it that I see?
Not a world of color
like I have been looking at before..
But, if not for color, how can I see?
Now I come to realize
that what I see is a world beyond my sight;
a world of thought and imagination.
What is it I see in your eyes?
Trust? love? hatred? sympathy? or depression?
You may wonder the same.
But, this moment of eye contact
would unknowingly provide the answer,
taking us away from this world
to the deepest depth of the world of thought
behind our eyes.
But, with one blink
we shall come down to earth again-
We have not spoken a word,
but have communicated a silent message
of a million words.
As the eyes express suppressed words
which are longed to be spoken.
After this moment
I shall look back and walk away,
taking with me the memory
of the look in your eyes.
I know not whether we shall meet again.
But, we share a moment that will last till the end;
a journey to a world beyond our sight…
- Kushalee Jayawickreme -
Used to look through child’s eyes
Used to stare at star ridden skies
Used to smile at silly sounds
Used to dream of the future’s bounds
Used to play in the thicket of my mind
Used to search for a place to hide
Used to act like story book heroes
Used to count from 100 back to zero
Used to hold my breath till my face was bright red
Used to believe all the words that everyone said
Used to want a big house and brand new car
Used to hope that I could someday set the bar
Used to use my imagination
Used to use that motivation
Now being used by my frustration
Of being used by my own generation
Used to... used to...
You know I used to...
Use it all without a thought
Used too... Used too...
We’re all being used too...
Bought and sold like an old iron pot
Used to... used to...
You know we all used to...
Dream our world would never rot
Used too... Used too...
It’s all being used too...
All our resources from bottom to top
Used to sit up all hours of the night
Used to believe that people were alright
Used to think that we could still pull through
Used to think that everybody knew
Used to have faith in the ‘truth’
Used to see their words as proof
Used to hide these tears I’d cry
Used to hold my head up high
Used to think I had a grasp
Used to disguise myself with a plastic mask
Used to act like there was no problem
Used to hypocritically mock any and all of ‘em
Used to use their aspiration
Used to use their motivation
Now they use their investigation
To bind us to their administration
Used to... used to...
You know I used to...
Use it all without a thought
Used too... Used too...
We’re all being used too...
Bought and sold like an old iron pot
Used to... used to...
You know we all used to...
Dream our world would never rot
Used too... Used too...
It’s all being used too...
But when will this mass consumption ever stop?
I have asked myself time and time again....
If I could write the most beautiful of words
Within the most alluring and colorful of ways
The pinnacles of splendid and eloquently written verse
Amid the highest echelons of majestical wonders
Ever beheld, beyond the histories of all mankind
Melting the hardest of hearts, or endearing the most tender of eyes
Having the entire world, flocking gleefully about my feet
An endless sea of souls, falling enchantingly in love with me....
What would it mean? And what would it be?
Could it fill the depths of something deeper inside?
Even if through my words I could hold them all
Within the very palms of my hands
What would survive? And what would die? I have thought
When the sun finally sets upon this glittering life
And the essence of whom I was, had taken its final breath?
If, nothing in which I had ever written or spoke
Had ever painted the picture or the portrait, of the everlastings
Paradise, of paragons perfection, or hades' abysmal sorrows....
Where then would be my reward, I considered
And in what joys, if I were to find
That all of my beauties and all of my wonders, my words
Were within the end, ultimately, all but amiss?
No! I covet not the things of this place....
Nor do I admire, not truly, the faithless ones
Even if their words were the most majestical ever spoken?
If the entire world flocked about their feet, I would not
For I have seen and I have known--"Know!"
That there is so much more, beyond this place and beyond this life
So much more, that I would never trade it, for my eternal soul!
Not even for a moment, inside of a moments, glittering world
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Starstruck Stars?
Form:
Out of the depths of my soul comes my Lady
Across heart and mind to spread a light
Radiant as the slender moon as she
Floats the still black waters of the night
The universe comes into being
In the shadow of her presence
And seized by the vision I am seeing
I'm drawn by a longing so intense
Entranced I would fly to pull her to me
And could I hold or would I
Overwhelmed by her mystery
Tumble back down the dark sky
With all of heaven too far above me
Condemned to the earth beneath
Imprisoned in this small life I create
Bewildered by this bitterness and grief
And left in the deepening silence to wait
My soul locked and chained within
Without her my spirit unable to rise
Denied the grace of inspiration again
To see the world with merely human eyes
So far from the one that produced
Wholeness of vision beautiful divine
The heart of the unseen reduced
To words once made to live and shine
By love of light from which they sprang
Fashioned first by woman and as fine
As any woman's child who lived and sang
The songs his mother taught in lullabye
While still enfolded in the arms of her who brings
This joy from which I stand apart estranged and shy
To suffer love perhaps to learn to love all things
And recognize in the lowest and most mundane
Forms hidden behind her often closing door
Are echoed and mirrored in the most arcane
Authority that I have honored so much more
And charged with the burden of my own success
Required to learn what silence has written
Is more than any tongue can express
Or struggle to contain and fit in
The emptiness of words if stirred to verse
When all is her and her eclipsed I find
The eloquence of love can be a curse
So much greater than this little mind.
I lay here and my thoughts are of this woman I dream.
The one that holds destiny's love in her hand.
The one my heart beats of nothing but hard thumps and blood pounding vain
I feel my muscles tritch.
She is all to which makes me happy.
Her smile, her bod, the way she looks at me with them eyes.
Enough to drive a man wildly insane.
It is there love is as two loves one another.
That of the peace and over whelming erge just to go crazy out one's mind.
It's there true love exsist in my heart as I hold her near.
Feeling that of her naked skin lye next to mine.
That of her sensurious curves I feel as my hands run wild.
That of the softness of her voice I hear even with eyes close she speaks no words.
Its just the impact she has left that I know she is there.
It was the words I love you in return I heard.
That to which touch so deeply my soul bleeds in tears.
It was there I knew love was as she shared her heart and passion in them
moments of intimatecy.
It was there I knew I had found my true love I long search for.
That of sweet kisses and a pure touch of a womans hand.
It was there I knew she care because them three words arent easy to say.
But there it lays!
I love you even through hard times with all my heart.
Because it's you that makes me feel free as my mind wonders in amaze.
Just that of having you struck me hard.
That it just took little while to grasp.
That everyday is non changing in my feelings for you.
Because everyday I feel like I love you even more.
To know you, would be to love you in the nights as the stars light the heavens.
But to be beside you, i would have found one to love like heaven.
I want to hold you tight, as I feel I can't get close enough to love you enough.
It is the heart to which we live to fulfill as we search for things which are real.
It is our soul to which the heart controls when we feel lonely and cold inside.
That of love on a hunt as we search for that of our soul mate for life.
It is there to which I want to love you.
Is from my soul as it longs for you.
It is there my heart cry's, as it feels you tugging by.
That in you, I have found no words to which explains the way you make me feel.
For no words could I say that would ever be so true, unless I said I Love You.
But it is them words to which hurts when there is no fulfillment.
But those words you make me feel as I thought of you this day.
But without them words we are lost in life.
For it is with them that we share love in life.
Regardless of being just a family member or friends for life.
It is love to which sets us free in life.
It is there my heart longs for you as I seek that of you here next to me.
As you have filled my world with something bright,
and that's knowing you and your love from inside.
That being lonely isn't always so bad.
Because there is always me loving you stored away.
I miss you much and wish you was here.
Not just to have sex but to love with a fierce.
With that of passion as everyday we would find happiness.
Question - - -
Is the Internet eroding our attention span?
Carr wrote an essay; who’d he think would read it
Over 500 words, I’d have to concede it
Intrigued me at first; caught my attention
He’d use that many words simply to mention
That the hard-wired brain of the typical man
Typically has the attention span
Of three minutes or less when watching a scene
Or three paragraphs read, you know what I mean
He used too many words to get it across
Our reading ability has come at a loss
We’ve come to a point where we think it divine
To channel-surf TV while searching on line
We get snippets of this and snippets of that
And that my dear friends is where our brains are at
And even this poem, though it is shorter than most
We all can agree is a little verbose
And to tell you the truth, Carr’s lengthy essay
Was too long to read through on this busy day
I read a few lines in a section or two
Then stopped to write this, his perception is true
He lost my attention with so many words
My recommendation – cut it down by two thirds
Or better yet – make this an attraction
Draw a funny cartoon with your thoughts in the caption!
Mdailey Placed 7th in the contest
Nicholas G. Carr (born 1959) is an American writer who has published books and
articles on technology, business, and culture. His rather lengthy essay on what the
internet is doing to our brains in the Atlantic Monthly has been debated hither and
yon across the blogging community.
Gentle Nature
Gentle nature
blessed and cursed
how am I going to survive in the dog eat dog
much longer
They tell me that I am to high
in a world that's to low
and I'm just trying to make a living for my family
and for the children of tomorrow
and O' how I pray
that they live in a world less dark
than the one we live in today
where love is hard
and human compassion lurks so far away
from our cities of thought
and the outside crushes our spirit to death
as the little ones look for God
in a world that's lost and gasping for breath
dumb, deaf, and blind
like some kind of spiritual land of the dead
the children’s eyes so big and bright
full of hope and love for their moms and dads
wobbling as they walk
smiling, because their glad
to be alive
such a shame
that the world will soon steal their innocence
O' child
know that the world plans to lead you away from God
and all that we put forth
is but the seeds of future thoughts
take my advice and don't wander to far
away from the word of God and his law
we ride white, red, black, and pale
false religion, war, death, and hell
while wearing sixes with pride
and to wealthy wolves we tithe
on the inside
and on the outside
ride ride ride
and forget the words of the Lord
that said if you have give to the poor
as if we don't know the price we'll have to pay
if these words go ignored
because we prefer a world that's on fire
broken and torn
Life has gone really far
Memories in the past I cherish
Remember the past when you first were born
How you was able to move your hands,
The first person you saw when you woke
Have you ever noticed that each step you take is a new part of life?
Each step, you get older
But, one step wiser as well
Noticed that every born creation is not perfect
But the fact that knowing we're not perfect makes us perfect
Everyone has faith, belief, religion a body, a home, a family of your own
But we only have one life
Have you ever noticed that love is an imagination
Something that was never there but it controls our life
But we still need it.
Ever notice that everyone does things in life they are not proud of
But its not suppose to stop us from doing our job.
Every end has a silver lining
So do you until you see that light
Have you ever noticed how people use words to control us
Continuously making us guilty, bad, and sick of ourselves
But what people don't know is that those words don't really exist
Our mind do not process those usefulness of words
The only vocabularies our mind can comprehend are: victorious, powerful beyond measures.
So step back let your soul enjoy the ride.
Anyone that tells you what’s up,
Tell them the sky.
Because it’s your time to shine
And just when you think you've
Reached the end...
Start all over again!!
I paint pictures like Davinci-Close your eyes and see the visual picture
I speak from the soul like 'Pac- can you see my visual scriptures
like Picasso- I paint pictures too
it's life in the words I speak- it's life in my literature
I put detail in my art like Pollock do
and some may read this- and think of it as being taboo
yet through my words you can picture my soul like Gordon Parks
I speak from my pen like Alex Haley speak from the heart
i'm like Vango and Monet- difference is- some will follow the G.E.N.E.R.A.L.'s Sonnet
if you want to find me- then through my words you should start
from my soul- to your heart-through my words- you bind it
from my words-the power- like Maya Angelou's you find it
if I overstand- then maybe you understand- my words have no cost
my words are art-I tell you-I teach you- like i'm Ross
my words are as a mural-Wyland- my soul is the sea
travel with me through word in my soul- you may get lost
yet you visualize-you'll see apart of me
'Pac-Alex Haley-Langston Hughes-Maya Angelou-Shakspeare-is art to me
my words is art-and no!-i'm not budging
like Micheal Angelo's painting "The Last Judgement"
-G.E.N.E.R.A.L.