What We See
We see each other. Sometimes. Sometimes we look without seeing. That's one way of life.I see. I see what you will never see. What I see, is exclusive to me and me alone. HA!
I saw. I see. I will see. So will you.
You see me. I hope. Or, you might just see a girl. You might never EVER see ME. You might not want to.
If you have ever gotten to see SOMEONE, you are counted as lucky. Therefore, you are lucky reading this. This, these very words, THEY ARE ME. These words come unfiltered straight through my hands. That's the only direct route, it seems. Any other way it comes out wrong. You'll never see me unless you see my words. You see me now. LOOK, and you will SEE.
Those who don't see; they make life difficult. Those who don't seem to understand the value of life (or more, other people's lives), they make me angry and frustrated. My name says I'm supposed to have mercy, I think, but a name is just a name. I don't live up to my name, one could say. I don't show these people mercy. I don't show myself mercy.
Yes, this is the bad part about SEEING. I just uncovered myself: Yes, I am one of those who don't see. I am one of those, who knows, but doesn't UNDERSTAND. Who looks, but doesn't SEE. I look at wasted lives, I hear of ruined ones, I know, I look, but it doesn't go to my heart.
IF IT ISN'T IN YOUR HEART - YOU WILL NEVER FEEL IT.
If you don't feel, you don't live. If you don't live, you are dead. Simple knowledge. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?
Really, do you? Do you know what a life without life is (i.e.: no life)? Do you know what it is like to be DEAD? Spiritually, maybe, you might have some idea. Just being a teenager, you should have gone through that angst. But if your body didn't work? Your heart didn't beat, your brain went FUTT. What would happen to YOU? As in YOU. YOU are so much more than just YOU. WHO YOU ARE. Not what. WHO.
We who walk streets at nighttime, see the lights of people's homes. Where people have locked their doors, in the hope of keeping all evil away. To me, it looks as though they are keeping LIFE away. Not locking things OUT. Locking themselves IN. Stuck in a cocoon, isolated. Waiting for life to happen. Only it's going on outside those walls. LIFE GOES ON WITHOUT YOU. Wanna join in?
We couldn't even look without light. Light gives us the chance to see. It's our hope: while that is still there, we haven't blown it. Yet. Of course, that makes dark depressing. Or just relaxing; we don't have to worry about looking as we can't see anything, anyway. We can just BE. But is that really what we should be doing? When your brain stops working, when your heart stops its long, hard toil, isn't that what you'll be doing forvever? 'Cause YOU: I don't think YOU can ever go away. It's too much. So, we can draw the conlusion: as you now have a body, USE IT. As you now have eyes, LOOK.
And then maybe you will see.
Poetry by fungi
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Written on 2006-05-20 at 12:03
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