Soul Perception

Either my eyes are deceiving me or the truth can be seen in yours. I can see my own reflection in them so I take a second look. I look empowered and beautiful… and lovely. I like what I see when I’m seeing me in your eyes. Am I the only one noticing?

Reflection Introspection

I tilted my head slightly backward and sideways to inspect my favorite earrings. Pretty. They were gold colored, petite and dangling. I wondered to myself, why had I allowed this exception in amongst my silver colored jewelry preferences. I thought for a moment and realized it was because they looked antique, like they have history... a story behind them. I couldn't remember if the earrings were second hand or a gift from my grandmother or both which is more usually the case. I mused over them in the mirror while I smoothed cream over my hands. The hand cream under my rings made them slippery and I absent mindedly took one off my finger. I let warm water tumble over it. Silver scrolling and a deep blue cats eye. Yeah, that's my style but I wore it to look tough. You should leave me alone, it was saying. I am no longer that person. I've moved beyond needing that sort of protection. I looked at my hands clear of metal and there lightness reflected my own internal lightness. I removed the metal ring wrapped around my finger symbolic of my own unchained heart.

Weakness & Cruelty

I can see what you're doing and it isn't going to work. You're trying to trip me; you'd gladly watch me fall. You urgently advise me in every vacant manner. You give me meaningless direction meant to obscure my sight. But my vision remains un-blurred. Before me, you place imaginary hurdles, hoping to turn me in the wrong direction. But I already knew the path. You gaze on, pretending to care so sincerely about my success, but inside… inside, I know you're searching… searching for signs of weakness… weaknesses for your exploiting. You seek hungrily to expose my vulnerability. I know your self obsessed cruelty. You take stabs at me to try and dispel your own inadequacies. But your futile requirements will never be met. My diligence makes you acutely aware of your own indolence, a reminder of all the obligations you've long left ignored. You mock my sincerity because you don't recognize truth unless the herd is spewing it. So I'll go on pretending... pretending to be you're little marionette, just so I can watch you get hung up on your own strings. Your contrived offenses and your unwarranted arrogance's don't amount to anything. I can see through you. But I'll play along. The petty fears holding you back and causing you to be cruel, have, in fact, never been a problem for me. That's because... I know who I am, my integrity runs deep and my character is true. Every vindictive plot and ploy you try and pull only reveals over and over again the truth about you. You're transparent. How is it that I can see through you? There is nothing of substance stopping me.

Intimate Knowledge

I'm a rainbow and you're colorblind.
That's OK, a better man I could not find.
So I'm to stay shades of grey? My colors left unrealized? I can't.
All you ever wanted was sun and water to plant.
So I begin to describe my myriad of colors to you.
But you say it doesn't matter and you already knew...
but sadly... you never turned to admire my view.
So I questioned my value and that just shouldn't be.
Without knowledge how could love ever see?
So I'm leaving... someday I'll see you again...
I think there's a storm coming in.
But of course... you'll never see me.

A Beautiful Man

Tempered and deliberate, you displayed restraint like a man. Elegant and honest in every way, your cadence slowly shed light onto beauty like you were composing music. Bit by bit you revealed a distant covered mural and it was all for my benefit. You searched through me and tailored your responses to lovingly match my fancies. I feel nurtured in ways I never thought possible and now I don't want it to end. So I'm ready for you to, please, teach me... you. I desire to know what it would take to make you happy, because you are truly... a beautiful man.

Nihilism & Hedonism

In the past, He regretted making us... History has a habit
of repeating itself…

Parasites… worthless eaters; what do you contribute? What
does it matter? I wish I had a Dime for every single one a ya.

Get the fuck out of my way; get the fuck outta my sight. I
don’t need you; in fact I hate you…

But wait …won’t you take me with you? I need to feel something. I need to feel
anything meaningful. I’m entrenched in this never ending futility and I'm trying to find my way out. Maybe we can make our hate worthwhile.

If neither of us really cares and nothing really matters then
we can break all the rules. And our passion, like it is for the animals, will rule
the day. I can take for myself by getting my fill of you, you can do the same,
and we can all be selfish together.