I was pissed today,
they didn’t get it,
instead, they threw it away,
opportunity,
look around the room,
everyone has a set of eyes,
focus on the corneas, nothing else,
notice the tear ducts,
they exist,
Everything else is added baggage,
meant to confuse and display,
every wonder why?
The eyes?
I stood outside in the rain,
a natural cleanse,
when I opened my windows later in the day,
I could see clearly again, another setting sun.
Shapes and sizes, designs
alter the world around us
give us all indicative signs
decaying lives incredulous
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While eyes remain the key
Sheltered in shadows we see
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A cosmetic journey it becomes
wardrobed fashion and trend
we all know how love succumbs
pretty lives in highlights defend
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While eyes remain the key
Sheltered in shadows we see
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Kiss the sunlight in olive
tones while our summertime
blues come crashing, we live
inside a day, perpetual climb.
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While eyes remain the key
Sheltered in shadows we see
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Lines begin to travel an unwind
across our bodies we see age
in all of its glory there to remind
us today is now our surreal sage.
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While eyes remain the key
Sheltered in shadows we see
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I walked alone inside a crowd
of onlooker seeking resolve
with how to still inspire proud
recollection of life’s absolve.
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While eyes remain the key
Sheltered in shadows we see
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Standing close you held hand
so while the sunlight blind me
I could once glance in the sand
in same young eyes, I could see.
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Sheltered sweet soul we release
While eyes in love we find peace
Much like I was frozen in time,
they stood around me in droves,
laughter and looks,
the latest moments in their lives,
my heart rate pounding, I only remain still,
waiting for a moment, yet having no idea why,
-thoughtful disassociation-
further inside the depth of my fear,
a comfort zone began to evolve,
in my own skin, breathing fire,
the voice internalized anxiety,
I need something, somehow, a distraction,
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When it happens,
there really is little explanation,
a noticeable shift in the societal climate,
eyes dancing elsewhere,
I grab my book, and toss out of the joint without looking back.
(inspired by a writer’s own passage on public anxiety)
Raymond Brossard
We waltz throughout natural rendezvous
Untethered energy allays patterned view.
Look me in the eye, do you reconcile,
We might share humanity, peace, awhile.
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Walk past the shelter, encounter, a chance
candid when shared, a friendly glance
might in immediacy become a threat
little regard for sordid reality’s vet.
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Common ground when once ago passion fall,
idle hands will reach, quiet, soothe the pall
of strange reckoning, a mindset ideal
to knowing, to loving, a timestamp seal.
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For when we do imagine calm release,
Perhaps we encounter another’s peace.
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Painting – Raymond Brossard
I mean in years your eyes haven’t changed
oh there’s the brow, the lines of endearment,
but the vision, the deep soul of passion,
that’s what I want to continue to see,
I could go forever without being near you,
yet suddenly in the dash of a moment,
your eyes,
their spiritual ambience, their need to remain real,
their pockets that hold your tears,
why I can’t imagine any reality of the human condition
to be more beautiful,
a quiet innocence that continues to grow
will always provide some vision of delight
when you smile.
Everyone there,
all of the local talent
stepping toward, around, nearby
each other,
even her while he noticed,
and they wondered about him,
each one wanting to know the other,
yet all of them imagining each other,
all together,
standing on bales of hay,
with hellos, sharp tongue,
until later in the night,
began their quiet withdrawal.
Yet no one is walking away,
everyone remains,
just the state of mind,
that disposition that began the day,
earlier notions that created a shell,
slowly began to make its way,
to another region of the park,
as the rides began to slow,
the crowds would disperse,
and finally the lights
on the ring to heaven,
slowly blinked to midnight.
There was that withdrawal,
if we could have just capped
everyone’s state of mind,
just for that instance,
when everyone smiled,
if then,
what might
today be like,
again.
The rains were cleansing anew forest green
Birds melodic feed on spring magic grain
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We realize here today we are visitors
In world around their natural dense lairs
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We might build and structure lives around them
We always know animals eye a gem
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Stay far away amidst humanity
Instincts speak aloud, no frivolity.
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We are but simple folk to imagine
We might belong as ours this land lived in
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Sounds of forest scrapes in trail with bird calls
Above the range we hear nightly hoot owls
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In nature’s world exists in every breath
A spoken rule to be on task or death
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Might step in, a bird of prey, or snarl
Deep within the wood we hear the growl
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I have human instinct to seek early shelter
Let the lands around me quiet enter
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We will trust those colleague with minds nearby
While in the wood lessons, important simple cry
