E y e s & L i e s

Is it true that your eyes tell a story?

Is it true that they hold the glory of your past?

Is it true that they display the shame of your yesterday?

Or do they just hide the lies yet untold?

Your love for her yet to unfold.

 

 

It was those same eyes that gave me joy to behold.

No wonder she finds delight in them too.

And boy do they shine for her, glisten and light up for her.

Now I’m left with blank spaces lacking capacity to love my galaxies.

How did we get here lover?

 

 

Maybe my eyes were bursting with so much colour and dreams that scared you.

So you chose black and white, brown and white.

Something calm, someone whose fire wasn’t wild.

Maybe my eyes witnessed your every flaw and still had much love for you and you felt undeserving.

Or maybe we never saw eye to eye to begin with.

 

 

Even though my eyes have cried tears for you.

Even though my eyes have been shut tight in prayer for you.

Even though my eyes have lost sight of the truth for you.

Even though my eyes tell the story of a lost lover.

Even though,

I want you to know that

These eyes will always behold you with your imperfections yet still love you.

These eyes will beautify your soul and shine for you.

These eyes will be waiting for you to come home.

                                                        ©    O.M

1-800-Can-You-Hear-Me

H-
Hel-
Hello?
Hello, can you hear me?

Can you hear me call for freedom from the bonds that cage my tongue?
I seek liberty like the air unconsciously entering and leaving your lung.
What excuse do I have for squeaking like a mouse when my roar can be heard from miles away?
People pet and domesticate my tenacity, like a poodle they command me to stay.

H-
Hel-
Hello?
Hello, can you hear me?

Can you hear me when the truth spills from my eyes?
And I hide it behind a wide smile, remember I am the master of disguise.
These brown circles reveal enigmas Einstein himself couldn’t figure out.
Be careful though, my gaze has a reputation for leaving in its wake a dreadful speech drought.

H-
Hel-
Hello?
Hello, can you hear me?

Can you hear me demand respect and dignity from the men that linger on the side-walks?
I think you should be very afraid of the one that never talks.
For you might laugh and look down at me from your position at the top of the ladder.
I know you’ll get mad when i begin to slowly rise,  save it. When I begin to pay your salary, then you can be madder.

H-
Hel-
Hello?
Hello, can you hear me?

Can you hear me beg you to stay after pushing you away?
Because I adore the roses that line my center table, a lovely bouquet.
Please be patient with me,
I’m still learning to love the parts of me that no one claps for Jeremy.

H-
Hel-
Hello?
Hello, can you hear me?

Can you hear me seek grace?
To discern those “friends” with masks yet to fall off their face.
Nothing is deadlier than a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
Publicly smiling but secretly loathing.

H-
Hel-
Hello?
Hello,can you hear me?

Can you hear me when I become one with the placard that says “justice”?
Because it isn’t too much to ask, Hold up, I’m not asking for world peace.
Regardless of social stratification, choice of religion or skin pigmentation.
Discrimination and segregation isn’t something to boast of in this age and generation.

©  O.M