Eyes That Cannot Lie

It is the eyes that give someone away. The eyes see and by them we are seen, they express, convey, show and betray the deepest parts of our inner hearts, mind, and soul. The eyes that show the creature for what it truly is: the glazed look in the eyes of the big cat that once knew the thrill of the hunt, the thousand yard stare of the soldier that looks straight through you, the pure and innocent light in the eyes of a small child in awe of all that Christmas morning brings, the elation upon first sight of a loved one again after a long time apart, the hate and malevolent look in the eyes of those filled with violence seeking destruction. When eyes are colder than the Arctic tundra ice and snow, it chills to the depths of the soul, in a moment the same eyes will change hotter than the sun with passion and love. This seems fitting that the eyes cannot be repaired once sight is lost there is no going back. You may be careful with what you say, but your eyes cannot lie.

The Quietest Corner

The quietest corner of the mind, is free from all space and time. Here there is truth and no body lies, I am alone in this quietest corner, through the stained glass window shines the hunter’s moon, the light in this darkened Cathedral, the anger of angels dies only echoes remain in the stillness of this place. The mind journeys to wherever it may roam and the silence is broken only for whom the bell tolls. The bridges are burning I played with fire, but you dropped the match that lit it ablaze. A cold fire burning so deep none that sea it’s drowning me on the hot desert sand where I stand has become a sheet of glass. The light was blinding all that I know gone with the flash. There is no turning back. Giants do fall don’t stand in the way, no matter how strong the thing that stands against me, it is no match for the standard of the flood that rises up in front of me. The determination annihilation. It is finished.