Eyes
Eyes can bring a person,
To a whole new level of truth.
They may see what is past the flesh,
And they may not.
It all depends on the person inside.
For some, if you want to see truth,
You do.
If you want to see lies,
You do.
The eyes that see to the soul,
Of the heart,
Are the
Valuable eyes.
They do not need glasses,
Or contacts,
To reveal,
The true image.
Eyes are connected,
To the brain.
Some see to generate thoughts.
Some generate thoughts to see.
There is only one who can see as you do,
Think as you do,
Hear s you do,
Act as you do.
There will never
Be another
Brain, ear or eye,
Just you.
In the end,
You will see the truth of yourself,
Whether it is that you see lies,
Or you that sees truth.
An Invisible Loss
My grandfather smells as a neatly folded newspaper does,
After being brought in from the rain.
The words are somewhat blurry,
But still hold truth in what they say.
The pictures still match up.
He still makes sense.
But smells as if a part of him has been washed away.
Only the outside, inside is here to stay.
But I still see him oh so bright.
They read the newspaper.
I smell the news paper,
From the rain, and know,
That it will always be my gramps.
Footprints
Walking down the sidewalk of a very busy street.
Seeing so many different people,
Different hairdos,
Different clothing,
Different shoes,
Different personalities,
Different ideas,
Different perspectives,
Different footsteps.
Some are size six, and some are size nine,
But do we care?
This does not define the person that lies inside.
The footsteps that matter are beyond the street,
Beyond the sidewalk and beyond the feet.
They are the ones that are marched inside the heart.
They will lead to a path that only you know,
They will lead to a path that only you'll go.
And when I get there I will finally see,
What footsteps and paths lie inside of me.
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