311. Blind

Eyes see, they don’t perceive.

Your eyes cry, but you won’t hear.

Eyes are blind to conclusions;

As the head will refuse to peer,

Where its’ truths lead to confusions…

And spill out bloody tears,

From acknowledgments’ contusions.

Eyes see, they don’t conceive.

Your eyes cry, but you ignore,

Observations which conflict,

With who (you feel) you are at your core;

And question what you constrict,

To the foot of reality’s door.

Your ‘facts’ they are too strict.

Knock-knock. Will you open the door?

K. Aldaya, 7/11/15

Picture: Photographer Unknown; http://favim.com/image/1861935/

190. Eye-light

Captured in your raptured-glare:

Eyes of light and love.

I find therein a path to walk,

As those of gold above.

A firm and steady road of earth,

Previously unknown of.

Blossoming-trees serenade,

With pastel-petal,

Beyond which lies a tranquil-stream,

Sparkling with waters cool;

And reflecting in sun-shadows,

Our silhouettes fascicule.

To touch waters there which flow,

Is to touch silk-pure,

Of a sapphire-blue so lavish,

As to surely deter,

One’s eyes from straying ‘way the scene,

Of the love your eyes infer.

K. Aldaya, 12/28/05

Picture: Roswell: Jason Behr and Shiri Appleby; http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PA4w178vPPc/TyW04cs9jMI/AAAAAAAAGvA/TqwI_nvn648/s1600/Max%2Band%2BLiz3.jpg

188. Exploration of the Evidently Hidden

When you look at that face,

Can you see there disgrace?

Of the ancient days past,

Pushed down without trace;

Recollections aghast,

Etched into a face?

Beyond the known surface,

But clear more or less,

In outwardly appearance:

Eyes fraught with distress.

There for all to sense.

When that face you doth see,

Would you there then agree,

That the life there imposed,

Upon the skin which ye,

See in form transposed,

Is the face of the end,

Of times we all tend,

To cover with false flesh,

Must transcend…must transcend…

The falsities we mesh,

With hours, days, weeks, and years,

The compounding, it sears!

Now no more, yet much more,

Then we there place in tears.

Hidden where none do implore.

K. Aldaya, 12/11/05

Picture: Artist Unknown; http://img5.visualizeus.com/thumbs/58/b8/eyes,eye,green,magic-58b8090052213eee254d9c83bc65473d_h.jpg

46. What is There?

Look into my eyes,

What do you see?

A multitude of lies,

Or the truth in what I be?

Do you see the tears,

That fell so oft’?

All of the fears?

Or is there the soft?

Can you see what my eyes have ever seen?

The visions of goodbye, and minds’ calm ravine?

Do you see anything,

Anything at all?

Emptiness does it sing,

Or is fulfillment its’ call?

Look at my eyes,

What do you see?

A spirit that flies,

Or one that longs to be?

K. Aldaya, 3/15/04

Picture: In the Eye of the Begotten by Neodecay on Deviant Art; http://neodecay.deviantart.com/art/In-The-Eye-Of-The-Begotten-II-50444124