Eyes Never Lie

They glisten in the sun
They reflect the stars

They will tell you all you need to know

Eyes never lie

Staring Back at Me

Everywhere I look
Every face I see
Every reflection
There they are
Staring back at me
Those poisones eyes
Riddled with lies
Hidden behind a smile

Young Loves Blossom

The story is always the same
Again young love blossoms before my eyes
Her smile illuminates the room
He too smiles, he waits, he tries.

Their hands touch
The friend who loves, he hides in plain sight
A playful laugh
Sadly giving up, never willing to fight.

The connection is real
He will be the loving friend, always adored
Her eyes are set one someone else
He will be the loving friend and nothing more.

Those Eyes

For a long time now I have found a persons eyes to be the most fascinating aspect to observe, simply because you can’t hide anything from those who are really looking.

The eyes can show you every emotion that person has been through, and every emotion they hope to experience.

Do not be fooled though… A person who only wants to look for that which they seek will see a reflection of themselves, they will never see past what has been or what might be, they will never quite grasp what it means to truly look at someone.

In the eyes of the many I see such similarities, stories that are so close together the only difference is the characters, but, every once in a while I see something that fascinates me; and this only leads me to want more.

It’s that outward expression of hope with the internal insecurity, the fear that resides in the unseen that results in the denial that causes me wander what else is behind those eyes. This is a look only known to few, but it’s the one worth looking for because these people are something special.

When you see a pair of eyes do you just see eyes, or like me do you see a person?

Perfectly flawed, imperfectly exceptional, constantly inconsistent and more importantly… Connected.

Blind to it All.

We are blind to it all.

Can you see it?

It’s right there, it’s right there calling to us.

If you cant see it, what can you see? Darkness, Light?

I see it, and it calls to me. It calls to my instincts, my passions, my desires. It calls to my weakness…

It sees in my soul and the hollow space of that which once was. It knows that which has stayed hidden for decades… It knows.

I know its words. I can hear them as clear as the sounds of falling rain. Through my blind eyes, I can see.

Can you see it? Does it call to you too?