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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=471343" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Iron Eyes</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Divulge yourself in my language<br>Speak of forked tongues that can masticate<br>Imagery with psychedelic blades<br>And swallow these swords so you can tell me<br> <br>That I have eyes of iron<br>That I am blind but I can pretend to believe<br>That I can perceive in full colors<br>From sapphire, to eau-du-nil, to claret<br> <br>And if you are malleable enough<br>To sink in my impermeability<br>And nibble on my waxing vision<br>Then I will permit you, in my elbow to my anteroom<br> <br>Suffice enough to fracture my vision<br>And enrapture my eyes of iron<br>My eyes that can decipher decoys<br>My vision that can perforate veils and halos<br> <br>I would gladly fall in a slumber<br>And in acquiescence I shall fumble<br>To bolt my callous eyes<br>And dwell within the perimeter<br> <br>Of your coherent liminalities<br>Seasoned of pseudo-animosity<br>The facile art blotted of acrimony<br>May be adequate to coerce valiancy<br> <br>Whenever, we could go now<br>To anywhere but the down town<br>Where everyone knows who we are<br>How we are damned and surmised to expire<br> <br>Lead me down the Mediterranean Gulf<br>A sanctuary in the grazing sea<br>And I can ponder inside your bountiful fingers<br>Of callas that would cloy my cellars<br> <br>And though we cannot swim<br>We would be buoyed by our belief<br>That we have feet of street lamps<br>That blaze aglow so no one would trample<br> <br>If we pretend like lovers lost in time<br>Could we hold the sun perched in burning leaves<br>Of ivories and ebonies, of a tatterdemalion gypsy? <br>In daylight, I would feign that I can see<br> <br>The words coming out the mouth<br>Of angry clocks and compasses<br>And I would curse like a sphinx<br>To live with you forever at the fringe<br> <br>We'll pretend like black suited agents<br>Sheathing a pistol and a plan<br>To find fate and kill serendipity<br>And create something out of dark alleys<br> <br>I would run whilst you walk<br>For you walk too fast<br>Perhaps, to leave all behind<br>Perhaps, there's something you're trying to find<br> <br>But in gasping breaths<br>I would keep with your selfish pace<br>And I would keep you in askance<br>With the dark corner of my crumpled eyes<br> <br>Juxtaposed each other like mutual towers<br>Are these orbits of hefty balconies <br>Unswerving eyes of flimsy convictions<br>I would vie for another vision<br> <br>Of our galvanized liaison<br>That had transpired in my phantasms<br>And absconded through veracity<br>And left me with pallid assumptions<br> <br>Of a fatal life line<br>That I wanted to preserve<br>As we traverse the phosphorescent shore<br>And trample in the city streets<br> <br>In an ethereal living<br>Where we would never have to go home<br>For home is in our seams<br>Wandering with our dreams<br> <br>But I have iron eyes; <br>Eyes solely to embellish<br>And all the things that it can perceive<br>Are those in a parcel ground<br> <br>A land of voracious reveries<br>And all it failed to hold<br>Are things vagrantly unfolded<br>Right before these iron shackles<br> <br>I have gone astray <br>Too far, too long, I have been away<br>But no one knows<br>And no one cares, anyway<br> <br>Iron eyes, sleep pensively<br>With your dreams in a hearse<br>A cavalcade of whimsy notes<br>Remember what you are: iron eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Norman+Santos">Norman Santos</a><div class=q>
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Speak of forked tongues that can masticate
Imagery with psychedelic blades
And swallow these swords so you can tell me
 
That I have eyes of iron
That I am blind but I can pretend to believe
That I can perceive in f..."></div>
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