When I Opened My Eyes
I opened my eyes,
And determined I would only see Sun.
No matter who had said what to me.
Or the happenings in those yesterdays done.
I've begun to enjoy my walks through the rain.
Most times with pain I have learned not to prioritize.
When I opened my eyes my mind seemed to clear.
I looked into the mirror and saw what appeared.
And excuses for blemishes and flaws I magnitized...
Disappeared to allow me a living of my life as 'I' liked.
And asking someone how to do that...
Took an immediate backseat in my mind.
When I opened my eyes...
They were 'my' eyes to open.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Opened Up My Eyes
(myles goodwyn/jim clench)
Published by summerlea music, ltd. - bmi
I wake up early morning, I lay down with the sun
You make me feel my life has just begun
Tell me bout tomorrow, and Ill tell you where I stand
You hold a touch of magic in your hand
You made me feel, we were here, we were real
You opened up my eyes
A feeling, oh so warm now, burnin in my heart
Keepin me and chasin out the dark
A long long road behind me, and a longer road ahead
Remembering the things weve done and said
You gave to me, everything that I could see
You opened up my eyes
You opened up, you opened up my eyes, ooh
Tell me bout tomorrow, and Ill tell you where I stand
You hold a touch of magic in your hand
You made me feel, we were here, we were real
You opened up my eyes
You opened up, you opened up my eyes
Yyou opened up my eyes
All my life, all my life, all my life
Now I can say that Ive seen the day (all my)
That its worked out alright (life)
I feel so good that I dont think that (all my)
Im gonna live through the night (life)
Now I can say that Ive seen the day (all my)
That its worked out alright (life)
I feel so good that I dont think that (all my)
Im gonna live through the night (life)
song performed by by April Wine
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Innocent
Without hesitation she opened her hand,
Her father looked into her eyes;
He saw not a sign there of fear or guilt,
He knew she was not telling lies.
The thought of deceit
Had no place in her mind,
She was innocent right from the start;
Her hand opened wide
For her daddy to see,
Her eyes opened wide as her heart.
'I don't know where it is,
I've not seen it at all, '
Small defence from her lips, but it's true
That this innocent child
Made her father repent,
His apologies now, she was due.
'Please forgive my suspicions,
My harsh angry words, '
Said her father with tears in his eyes;
And to you my dear reader
The moral is this:
Simple innocence needs no disguise.
Written March 1995
poem by John Carter Brown
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No Difference
i stared out the window
at the bare frozen limbs
of my favorite old tree...
i closed my eyes...
saw leaves bud forth
and turn green...
i opened my eyes...
knowing there was no difference.
i stared at the young girl
reading at a corner table
i closed my eyes...
and saw an old grandmother
washing dishes with her grandbabies
playing in the floor at her feet...
i opened my eyes...
knowing there was no difference.
i saw the young man
carrying his son on his shoulders
i closed my eyes...
and saw an old man standing
by his son's casket
draped by a flag...
i opened my eyes...
knowing there was no difference.
i saw an old man
standing on the corner begging
i closed my eyes...
i saw a young boy
playing ball in the street
laughing and dodging cars
i opened my eyes...
knowing there was no difference.
i saw a crack head shivering
by an electric heater in a bare apartment
i closed my eyes...
and saw a young a/g student
helping some kid with his math
i opened my eyes...
knowing there was no difference.
i saw a desperate girl
walking the streets
looking for a john
i closed my eyes...
and saw a young girl's room
stuffed animals on the bed
pictures of her and her daddy on the wall
i opened my eyes...
knowing there was no difference.
i saw a young man
wild-eyed with fear
in a prison cell
i closed my eyes...
i saw a young boy gone hunting
with his grandpa on thanksgiving morn
with his dog by his side
i opened my eyes...
knowing there was no difference.
i pulled back the veil of time...
knowing, there is no difference!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Revolving Doors
There was not a single stain in the horizon
When the svelte shadow of the dusk climbed,
Bulged, wrinkled and fulminated in a cloud
Shedding the unwanted downpour and
Feigning an ostensible slumber
And in this sedated quiescence, eyes opened
Eyes opened - to the cry of a thirsty child,
To the drifting lucid voices wafting with bodies,
To the chasing taillights and streetlamps,
To the maladroitly dangling pendulums,
To the unanchored claws of crows and doves,
To the final page written with ink blots;
Eyes opened to the myriad reasons
Why doors opened and closed -
For the undoing and departing
For consigning and contriving
To the earthly gods and beacons
That girdled us with hopeful unrealities
Eyes opened to accommodate the coming
Batted an eyelash to find them departing,
Curled softly then bloomed like a moonflower
Riveted in the unclosed door with chaste hopes
Eyes opened to these trivial veracities:
In these calloused world where the hinges
Are the only ones that stays in its place
We will meet again, caught in revolving doors
And eyes will open to second chances
And close to sleep with disappointments and regrets.
poem by Norman Santos
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My Eyes
Every I closed my eyes
There any tears
that is calm
he knelt calmly
sitting in the Lotus
surface
Every I opened my eyes
There any ocean
There he is
the hand of his arms open
Every eye is headed
hatila blind
But you could
make your heart
always be
opened again
poem by Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo
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Master Of Mind Can only be a Master Mind!
Seeing and hearing,
Is it eye that see?
Is it ear that hear?
Eyes are windows of Mind,
Like are ears, eyes have eyelids, ears remain open!
Seeing is not perceiving,
Light passes through the small camera,
Giving picture of world around,
Yet mind is the processor,
Process the data,
Process the colourful image,
Sometime filling with its own colour!
But it is not vision,
mind sees something itself,
Seeing through the mind without the help of eyes
Neither windows opened,
Nor light from open windows affect!
Mind is that faculty sees something within,
And day by day the vision become clear,
When mind learns it is not the seer,
It sees everything clear,
Clearly presented to the master,
And Self is the master of Mind,
When mind is pure and clear,
Without prejudice and suspense traits,
Self perceives self in its true nature,
Nothing goes bad,
processed food for thought remain good for ever!
one who sees eyes as seer,
He is ignorant,
One who sees mind as a seer,
Knows not,
One whose mind sees the seer is different,
Vision get purified, seer can see through the mind,
Scenes seen by mind with eyes closed,
when perceived by seer,
It becomes vision of life,
And that vision when becomes ambition of life,
Ambition becomes aspiration,
Aspiration transforms into mission,
Mission transmits wisdom and genius of self!
Self becomes master Of mind
Self becomes master Mind,
Master and mind becomes one,
Master Of Mind Can only be a Master Mind
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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A glimpse
a glimpse
the half opened door
some would say
a half closed door
it all depends on the
state of mind you are in
well half closed for pessismist
and half opened for optimist
half opened or half closed door
so long as it is open
and not close
a good exercise for the mind
of a story teller, novelist, a film maker
a glimpse at the half closed door
the mind is thrown open
like the kick you would give
a half opened door
so that you and pet cat could
glide through easily
the stories that start coming out
from a glimpse at the half opened door
agatha's murdered corpse lying behind
a stalker, a ghost in the corridor of the mind
from the glimpse of the half closed door
a million possibilities, ideas pouring forth
half closed door, half opened door
whichever way you may say
it is an opened door
a million stories, ideas, possibilities
knock at the door of my mind
a glimpse of the half closed, half opened door
my half closed half opened eyes
open themselves to my ever curious mind
boundless as the universe
inspired by
A Glimpse
A GLIMPSE, through an interstice caught,
Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room, around the stove,
late of a winter night-And I unremark'd seated in a corner;
Of a youth who loves me, and whom I love, silently approaching, and
seating himself near, that he may hold me by the hand;
A long while, amid the noises of coming and going-of drinking and
oath and smutty jest,
There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little,
perhaps not a word.
Walt Whitman
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Adam
He had awakened from his sleep
and first his eyes opened
and above him the sun shone in its glory,
but a soft an arm folded
somewhat tender over him and strangely
he recognized it as if it was his own.
When he saw her for the first time,
still before her bright eyes folded open,
his breath was taken away as if he
was standing at a similar figure and he stared at her.
When she opened her eyes
he read love and utter joy in their depths
and he was more bewitched and in love
than he knew it to be possible
and to him she was absolutely woman.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Stop Dead
Let me forget
Let me forget
Or let me go let me go
I'll keep it quiet as a whisper
I'll keep it low low low
Never
The biggest word i ever heard
Stop dead
Stop dead
You're getting too close
Before you even opened your eyes
I moved about a million ways
I killed about a million people
And filled about half a day
Before you even opened your eyes
You had to have to ask me who
I love it
I mean you
My face was in your hands
You looked into my eyes
You said i tasted right
And swallowed me alive
song performed by by Cure
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Something To Someone
The Door of Knowledge will be opened
To someone
When you offer a free education
With generous mind
The Door of Light will be opened
To someone
When you donate your own eyes
With the human heart
Giving someone something
Is really a great thing
In life
poem by Kavin Charalan
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Here I Am Again
When I turned away,
I...
Never thought I'd be back.
Or wished I had not left,
But...
When I turned away,
I...
Had excuses to be made.
Thinking away I would stay.
And yet,
Here I am again.
For reasons not lamented.
Here I am again.
With opened eyes.
And,
Here I am again...
Seeing,
For the first time...
With a change of mind.
Patience taught me how to find.
When I turned away,
I...
Never thought I'd be back.
Or wished I had not left,
But...
When I turned away,
I...
Had excuses to be made.
Thinking away I would stay.
Forever!
But,
Here I am again.
For reasons not lamented.
Here I am again.
With opened eyes.
And,
Here I am again...
Seeing,
For the first time...
With a change of mind.
And...
Hoping I will find you,
Forgiving.
And willing,
To free me...
Of your doubts!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gazing In The Eyes Of My Sire
Not so long before he died
When he decided to have me
I saw a solemn promise
When he opened his eyes
His eyes were small but became wide
Whenever he looked at me
With an eye of loving care which now miss
And for it now I apprise
He wiped my tears when I cried
And chased the hunger out of me
He made sure I had all my peace
Through his bright eyes I could analyze
Not so long before he applied
All his plans for me
Before his dreams and life could kiss
When the wind blew him to the skies
Now he's gone leaving promises out they dried
More he had for me
But none I have
And it still pokes in my heart like a wire
When I remember the precious eyes of my sire
I was his pride
And he was mine too
I hardly saw his promises
When his eyes were closed
Unfortunately none were held in my hands
I try to cease the pain
But my tears still dropp like the rain
When I remember myself gazing in his eyes
The eyes of my sire.
poem by Walani Ndhlovu
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Greater Love
All of my life I've dreamed a love would come to me
It's here and now I know it's more that and other love could be
I never though I'd know someone who loved me so
To go as for to die that His love for me would show
I searched all over but I still couldn't find
Someone to give me love to heal my hurt and ease my mind
I sought affection tried everything new
Didn't even know that I was lost without a clue
Chorus:
You have opened my eyes to a greater love
You have opened my eyes to a greater love
I used to be so blind but now it's clear to me
How your love was displayed by what you did on Calvary
I've got to tell the world that they might hurt you
To find what I've found to really see how
You have captured my soul, you have made me whole
You have set me free 'cause I have given you control
you have mended my heart and I have been redesigned
Lord with everything you are, you have been blowin' my mind
(chorus)
It's an eternal fantasy that will never, ever change
And you know He's rearranged my life
It's and eternal fantasy that will never go away
'Cause it's true R-E-A-L-I-T-Y
(bridge)
(chorus out
song performed by by Out Of Eden
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Love Amidst Squalor
He opened his eyes
And saw the squalor around,
Glistened his eyelids,
He shed it without a sound.
For months he was afloat
In the dark warm bay,
Waiting to arrive here
To live love and play!
She smiled as he cried,
Happy to see him land,
Life squirted from her bosom,
She could die just for his hand.
Yet as he opened his eyes
He saw only squalor around,
Her love couldn't hold him back,
His eyes closed without a sound!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Concrete As Your Convictions
The truth of the matter is this...
Your beliefs,
Are only as concrete...
As your convictions.
And if you are not,
Maintaining to keep your beliefs...
Thriving to stay alive,
What is it that you are wishing?
With your quick seeking of a hiding done...
To masquerade in hesitation,
Away from everyone.
Hoping someone will motivate your drive.
To falsely state the importance of your life?
Not only are your convictions lies...
Your disguises can be seen,
By those with clear and opened eyes.
It's unfortunate,
Your own are not opened up just as wide.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Never Too Late
(gary rossington -- johnny vanzant -- hughie thomasson -- rickey medlocke)
In this world that we all live in
Its all takin and theres no givin
Before its too late,somethings gotta change
Go to work every day for the dollar
Doesnt matter were all blue collar
At the end of the day
Nothin lost, nothin gained
But its about time we realized
Its about time we opened our eyes
Take one step back and look at yourself
Do you like what you see
Oh no
Cause its never too late
Doesnt matter who you are
Its never too late
Hold on to your dreams and they will take you far
Cause its never too late
No, no, no
So many times Ive seen you cryin
But I see you out there still tryin
Workin hard just to get through another day
As a freind Im here to remind you
We all have a place to belong to
Who am i? see Im just like you
But its about time we realized
Its about time we opened our eyes
Take one step back and look at yourself
Do you like what you see
Oh no
Cause its never too late
Doesnt matter who you are
Its never too late
Hold on to your dreams and they will take you far
Cause its never too late
We all need a helpin hand sometimes
And I need one if you were mine
So right here, right now
You can count on me
Just open your eyes and you will see
That its never too late
No,no,no
Cause its never too late, it doesnt matter who you are
Its never too late
Hold on to your dreams and they will take you far
Cause its never too late
Cause its never too late, it doesnt matter who you are
Its never too late
You dont need a guitar son to be a star
Cause its never too late
No, no, no
Its never too late
No
Cause its never too late
Take a look around
Cause its never too late
song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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No... I Can Not Believe It
You've got my nose opened wide.
Wider than the sea,
And...
I can not believe I let you do this to me.
You've got my nose opened wide.
So wide people see.
And...
I can not believe I let you do this to me.
Wherever I go...
I know that this shows.
And...
I can not believe I let you do this to me.
I know it is exposed,
That you opened my nose!
And...
I can not believe I let you do this to me.
I walk on tip-toes,
With my eyes half closed.
And...
I can not believe I let you do this to me.
No...
I can not believe I let you do this to me.
I walk on tip-toes,
With an opened nose.
And...
I can not believe I let you do this to me.
And with my eyes closed too?
No...
I can not believe I let you do this to me.
No...
I can not believe it that you did this to me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Glass Cutter
We are living in times...
When reality no longer rhymes
With delusional speeches,
Proclaiming things are doing just fine!
WANTED:
Eyes to meet mine.
Opened wide and accepting,
The closeness of my reflection.
We are living every moment tensed.
Convinced we are threatened,
By terrorist events!
Has anyone looked out of their windows?
Does anything click to make sense?
'I'm ready to get real with so much with one person! '
You 'feelin' me?
Act like you know!
Stop this interview process.
'I'm ready to get real with so much with one person! '
You 'feelin' me?
Act like you know!
Stop this interview process.
I know of no other way to 'say' commitment.
It has to be shown in a way I can see it!
WANTED:
Eyes to meet mine.
Opened wide and accepting,
The closeness of my reflection.
When someone gets that close to me
For a closeness of a reflection of me I see...
To become closer still to be here with me,
I will stop my search.
Until then...
Relax your pretensions.
I am sure you are not seeking a glass cutter?
Is there any other 'thing' you'd like to discuss?
We are living in times...
When reality no longer rhymes
With delusional speeches,
Proclaiming things are doing just fine!
Somehow the road to glory...
Has been a deceptive tool used!
WANTED:
Eyes to meet mine.
Opened wide and accepting,
The closeness of my reflection.
To meet me in the middle with a kiss.
Shattering a plastic existence that exists!
WANTED:
A giving without excuses meant.
And a lifting of resistance
Regrettably sent.
Wanted is someone who knows,
What being free of opposition means!
And has left throwing rocks to shock
The mocking of the unawakened,
Behind!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Eyes Of Mr D (Part 1)
They took the cotton gauze away
from his closed eyes.
“You can open them now Mr D.”
He opened his eyes to see hazy figures there,
black and grey images, and nothing more.
A gentle and kind voice, asked him what he saw.
“Hazy images>“He replied.
“It will be like that for a little while,
and then they will begin to clear.”
Each day his sight got better, the
haze began to clear.
Then the colour came,
and a rainbow spectrum appeared before his eyes,
of things he could never see.
A light shone through his life,
of things he had never known.
A new awakening
with images to fit the sounds.
His mind began to wonder
where his new eyes had come from.
They were not allowed to tell him,
who the donor was or anything about them.
Finally, he was released from hospital.
He went back to his flat
where he had to learn again,
where everything was now that he could see.
He smiled at the white walking stick.
He would keep it as a reminder
of how lucky he was.
Sitting in his chair in the sunshine,
as it came through the window.
Then it happened.
It was as if he were in a dream.
The images lost their colour.
He was in a place he had never seen before.
Hands reached out around the neck,
of a face he could not see.
It seemed as if
they were strangling the life out of someone there.
The body struggled and then went limp.
On the body, falling, the face was now revealed.
A young pretty face
distorted in the throes of death.
poem by David Harris
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I Think I Like It
Somethin changin for me inside
Took a long time
Now theres nothin for me to hide
I say whats on my mind
Changes, makin me see the light
I finally see wrong from right
Now I can see every sign.
Oooh, I think I like it
I think I like what Im feelin
Even though its such a surprise
But you know
Oooh, I think I really like it
I think I like what I feel
And changes really open your eyes
Oh, look at the world we make
What have we begun?
People livin for what they take
All for number one
Changes makin me see the light
I finally see the light
I finally see wrong from right
Now that its all said and done
Oooh, I think I like it
I think I like what Im feelin
Even though its such a surprise
But you know
Oooh, I think I really like it
I think I like what I feel
And changes really open your eyes
Oh doesnt love say enough
When you realize?
People try to come on so tough
All to fantasize
Changes takin me through the night
I finally see the light
Ive opened my eyes
Those changes can open you eyes
(scholz, j. english)
song performed by by Boston
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