Seen

Seeing takes away the obvious
And the obvious causes strife,
Take away the obvious
And what’s left are mysteries of life.

Seeing takes away instinct
And the instinct creates a defense.
Take away the defense,
And you’ll find offense was your pretense.

Seeing takes away a conscience
And a conscience gives a heart.
Take away the conscience and your “self”
Will fall apart.

Blindness gives a strength
And strength gives esteem.
Take away the strength
And weaknesses are seen.

Blindness gives caution
And caution gives comfort.
Take away the comfort
And in will come the hurt.

Blindness gives a vision
And a vision gives a dream.
Take away the dream
And an emptiness is seen.

For the emptiness is caused
By all the strife in life
And no defense in a pretense
And a heart falling apart
That come with being...
Seen.



Selfish Hiding

She doesn’t come out when she doesn’t want to
She just sits there quietly as if life is a
Detailed mosaic--so many pieces to look at.
She doesn’t talk when she doesn’t care to
She just sits there quietly as if her voice escaped.
She doesn’t seek what she doesn’t want to .
She just sits there quietly as if her eyes have been blinded.
She doesn’t taste when she doesn’t care to.
She just sits there quietly as if her taste was burned away.
She doesn’t feel when she doesn’t want to
She just sits there quietly as if her heart had been melted away.
She doesn’t have to be if she doesn’t want to
She can just sit there quietly in her own world
Breathing shallowly not speaking and no one knowing she is there.
She only comes out when she wants to.



Genuine

Sometimes the only thing
That is truly genuine
In life is that which
Hasn’t been touched
or
Tampered
Yet sometimes those
Who are most genuine
Are those who have been
Touched
Tampered
and
Broken



Just Another

Am I one of those people
Meant to enter your life and stay
Or am I meant to enter and leave
But wont you tire of my consistency
Of personality?
Won’t you tire of my face and
Being able to predict my every word?
Can I stay? Can I remind you of
My consistent personality?
Can I predict your every word?
Can I be a person to enter your life
And have a personality, name,
and face attached?



Forgotten Face

The streets were dirty
The fog hugged the people.
The sky hung deeply
Above the church steeple
The clock struck the hour
The people dispersed
Merchants closed their shops
And counted their purse,
The little girl watched
the people glared
At her dirty clothes and stringy hair.
The people smiled
Their houses grew bright
Doors were locked from the child
a pitiful sight.
The night was cold and
breezes visited her dreams
Creeping through her clothes
torn seams
Each morning she played
On the banister outsides
Imagining it was her horse
On which she could ride.
She watched as the passing
people bickered.
And she was greeted as usual
With a glare or snicker
The streets were dirty the fog
Hugged the people
the sky hung heavier above
the Church steeple
At the end of the day
She’d climb down from her horse
And imagine the next day’s
Riding Course.
The next morning the merchants
Opened their stores
And people bustled
about their chores
but on that day there was no horse
and there would be no riding course
And no one noticed that
She was not there
And there was no one on whom
they could cast a stare
The banister rusted
winter began to approach
The streets were covered with snow
And the marks from a coach
The streets were dirty
The fog hugged the people
The sky hung sadly above the church steeple.