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been reading Stephen King...see what macabre stories do to me.




eyes

eyes, eyes, all are eyes

stars, moons, stormy skies

signals-- masking, tracking beams

opening the door into cavern dreams

blue, brown, hazel, green

iris, pupils-- a color scheme

changing, arranging, moving orbs

soul's portal to life absorbed

look into these eyes and see

a glimpse of past or what's to be

come stare into those endless wells

for there you'll find heaven and hell

windows, doors, and portals all

pathways into the mysterious halls

of  eyes

 

kathy lockhart
7/21/07





Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2007-07-22 at 04:53

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Colin Skilton
and the eys see the world first andc then our minds and imaginations catch up. the eyes are the souls way of seeing the world and woe betide the man or woman who does not believe what the eys are saying.
Lovely stuff Kath my cupcake!
Is that a draft or is someone standing behind me eek!!!!

Colinxxx
2007-07-22


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
Wow sweetheart this is a deep and darkling text so cleverly woven

yet in your eyes i see the dreams of a man i see a beautiful world but thats because i love you xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxylk Michael
2007-07-22