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Ego Eyes
A mirror image piece of mind I seek; a shade of deepest shadow that I might portray the picturesque from pots of bleak; construct the bright of day from dark of night. In hiding from my self-inflicted pain; I tuck away the truth; I would protect the cloth of my umbrella from the rain; my fragile self from trial by retrospect. A self-protective sheath, I realize… a double-cross entrendre, metaphor would o¬nly serve to catch my ego eyes and focus on the pain I would ignore. I seek a way to die yet live in death; a blade to take my life but not my breath. © Copyright 2004 Wayne D. Neighbors |
9/18/2008
Crystal
| Refracted by the lens of time, the memories appear; that eyes may hold them up to view; that hearts may hold them dear. These images of a rainbows lost; of sunshine through the rain; the mind will calculate the cost; the soul will gauge the pain. The beauty of a broken past the heart will hold, in truth… the rest will fade, as distant storms; as does the flush of youth. |
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