Illusory Correlation
The shadow of the world—Pours in my eyes—
An inky blackness—To fill my dilated pupils—
To cover the ephemeral flashes—With colors—
The kaleidoscopic kind—Stained mirror glass—
My eyelids close—Clattering over them—
Smearing the atramentous penumbras—Like a fumage—
I write a charcoal line—Until it leaks and drips—
As an oil over sensations—That crash into the waves they are—
Outside the aperture of my sight—Clouding in the fog—
Of subconscious misunderstanding—Is my eclipsing iris—
Folding with its lens—As it snaps to trap light—
From the binding blindness—Of asymmetrical blotting—
Tainting the white—By cracking shatters of veins—
And clotting, jaundiced pigments—Of muted behavior—
This youthful, opaque perception—Is an abstruse, open, invisible window—
With its melting shards of broken glass—Cutting through—
What I thought—
Would puncture you—
What I thought—
You'd see—
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Eye Can't Lie!
Non verbal signals, Understand the pupils,
When these are bigger, smaller and normal,
One is attracted to another, the iris open wider,
Black grape balls in the white eye balls glitter.
Look at the eyes and the eyes don't lie,
When the pupils are shrunk to the beat,
Of sorrow and sadness, though have a false smile,
Eyes speak thousand of mute words,
To show the expression of their minds,
When we are happy these are dilated,
When we are sad these are constricted,
When we are intoxicated and feel happy and sad,
These are either dilated or constricted,
As if the iris controls the light to control our emotion,
When we are lifeless, the eyes still speak the truth,
Pupils are dilated as if the Iris found the truth in light.
When we are dead, the pupils are big,
As If the happiness is found in that last breath.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Glass War
Glass war, glass war, glass war, glass war, it's a glass war
Glass war, glass war, it's a glass war
Glass war, glass war
It's a glass war
Cause you can see right through the poisen
It's a glass war
Cause we all know the activeties
It's a glass war
Cause it's made of smoke and mirrors
It's a glass war
It's a glass war
It's a glass war
Cause only poor men are dyin in the
Gas war
Cause we know why it was started
It's an ass war
Cause the president's an asshole
It's an ass war
It's a glass war
It's a gas war
Cause the starters are all victims of the
Glass war
The slogan men were starters of the
Last war
Now the southern men are starters of the
Glass war
It's a Glass War
It's a Glass war
And the shards are gunna start another glass war
And the shards are gunna start another glass war
And the shards are gunna start another glass war
And the shards are gunna start another glass war
And the shards are gunna start another glass war
It's a glass war
It's a glass war
song performed by by NOFX
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Truth Wisdom Read In Mind's Eye
the iris is the orb
of our eyes
foretelling future
possibilities
when eyes
cannot lie
in pupil
non verbal signals
pupils expand
wider to iris
embrace attractions
contract when
suffering pain
sorrow sadness
happy dilated
sad constricted
eyes are
never mute
in multiplicity
mind expressions
the light
in our eyes
is a sparkle
of truth
every thought
breath truth
in eyes
must mirror
Inspired by the poem ‘Eye Can't Lie! ' by veeraiyah subbulakshmi
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Howler
There is blood
dripping, dripping
off snow white paws,
ice perfection,
caeser beauty.
You howl, dark, blood stained muzzle
piercing the air
the cold, cold broken air
that shatters soul and
thought and prose.
Your hackles raised your amber sockets
your fire-light eyes
dancing, grinning, lolling jaws
gasping
Lungs shattering-frozen glass.
You are a blizzard,
tearing across the
frozen tundra
confidence in essence,
you alone- the world your
enemy, your
arena, your solace.
You are cold, an ice sculpture-
somehow melting, but ever slow
you howl again,
for luck.
poem by Alice Miller
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Death-roe
~
stubbled with a wry smile
darkened character lays smudged
a charcoal embrace of humanity
burnt offerings?
run..yes..run
legs no longer capable
touched with a Pharoah's kiss
aorta turns to sand
a glass sun shines
magnifying the illusion
brittle warmth falls
upon Mother's broken back
death throes of a planet
resonate as we rape
visceral spillage erupts
as corporations corrupt
empires come and gone
a self-indulgent throng
consuming it's own swansong
trumpeting in the final furlong
the glass orb shatters
as particle matters
rains down shards
pitter patter
the end of the rape
civilizations agape
skies shine opaque
death throe of the ape
poem by Angel ofDepth
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The Cutter's Suicide List
My friend Kayla Szpytek wrote this poem. She never thought her poems were good enough, but I took it upon myself to write some of them here for her.
She wrote his name upon her wrist
Did all the things from her suicide list
The cutter's suicide list reads,
Get a razor
Get a gun
Won't be long
'Till the job is done
Cut the veins
Blow the brains
Never again
Will it be the same
Shards of glass
Blood everywhere
Nobody notices
Nobody cares
Bath of blood
Shower stained
1,2,3
Let's play a game
Gun, razor, glass, blood
Her final closure
The list is complete, her pain.......finally over.
poem by Devin Morris
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A Glass Of Water Please
and so the story wants to end itself with a
glass of water.
those who cry after always need
a glass of water.
those whose hearts are broken
those who sob
those who close the window of the niche
those who have nightmares
those who wake up at 3 o'clock in the morning
those who sit on bed and cannot sleep back
always go to the kitchen
open the refrigerator
get a glass and splash
a cold glass of water
this time, i am asking for a glass of water
for i could be
all of the above or you could be one of those
i have described
but who knows we are not one of those
who knows
we are but just anyone who is normally thirsty
and with nothing to ask
simply ask
for a glass of cold water.
and cheerfully, we do not forget to say
please....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The House of Secret
Close the door, the window speaks
The glass mirrors, the frame shrieks
Close the window, the wall listens
The picture has eyes, the curtain has shadow
Close the wall, the roof stares
The air chills, the light fogs
Close the roof, the floor swallows
The carpet has void, the stair has trap
Close the floor, the door sneaks
In the house of secret, could you find the escape?
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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A Stain Glass Window
A stained glass
window once
cracked
remained so for
years.
Still beautiful
but with a small
crack.
Yesterday an
explosion
happened.
The glass came
crashing
down around my
feet.
Shards were lying
everywhere.
trying to replace
as new.
I finially realize
is unthinkable.
poem by Heather Burns
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Nightmare
As I awaken from a
Restless sleep,
I hear a sudden shattering
Upon this tempestuous night,
As I rise, cryptically glancing
Outside my bedroom window,
Darkness fades as
Disjointed shards of glass
Are dropping, seemingly from the sky
Black as burning cinders, and
Helplessly as would
Dead crows,
Onto the frozen cement,
Into a foul, fetid heap,
Defining wrath and bitterness, it would be
As breaking into smithereens-
The cracking of ice, and
If could be heard,
Lightening opening the vastness of the blackening sky,
A fissure in the imaginary voices that only I can hear, and
As these
Sounds are muted, and as muffled by a winter’s squall-
My tears are dispersed in the wind.
Within each and every piece of broken glass,
I can see the mirrored image of anger blazing in my eyes, and
As fog descends over the horizon,
And as life continues without change,
Ironically,
My reflection would tell a story of
What the future holds…
Claudia Krizay
poem by Claudia Krizay
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The Case Of The Window Pain
an astute answer
discerning shrewd
would surely mention
this wit must be
personification
of a window pane
as for the window pain
perhaps the window is shamed
perhaps the window is dirty
as for the window pain
perhaps the glass is cracked
small large cracks streaked
as for the window pain
perhaps cricket ball punctured
victim of circle game holed
as for the window pain
perhaps the window is broken
glass shards bear crime witness
as for the window pain
perhaps window frame rots
an old window in house derelict
as for the window pain
perhaps the window witnesses
child abuse domestic scenes violent
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Through The Panes of Stained Glass
With reality as clear,
As seeing through gleaming clean glass...
Why is it that 'stained' windows installed,
Appear to be assorted with various colors?
And those colors shine on hypocrites stalled,
Deliberately in prayer to be freed of deceit.
The kind that feeds a greed,
For more selfish needing.
And why can't those fed selfish deeds,
Not see truth?
A truth pursued but not received,
Upon delivery from that One which creates...
'Believability'.
To have its 'reason' falsified.
'No one can see through the panes of stained glass! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Piece Of Me
Open your eyes
And see the entity of lies
But it's just a piece of me
Hear my words
And drown in loneliness
But it's just a part of me
Take a turn
And recognize my face
But it's just a mask of me
Raise the sword
And draw the line
But it's just a layer of me
Break the glass
And cut by the shards
But it's just a fragment of me
Look to the mirror
And find the bright smile
But it's just a shadow of me
Pick the color
And paint your mind
But it's just a bit of me
Play the game
And try to provoke me
But it's just a voice of me
Light the fire
And burnt in madness
But it's just one side of me
Give your best offer
And show your kindness
But it's just one step to me
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Mirror, Mirror
Mirror mirror just watchin' with your eye of glass
You're just a fortune wheel with something that i wanna ask
Mirror mirror got my fate lyin' in your hands
You're the fool, you're the juggler
Hangman and lover, you're not like no other
Take a look into my eyes
Tell me what you see
Take a look into my eyes
Tell me is it true?
Take a look into my eyes
Oh when i look at you
Take a look into my eyes
Tell me is it me?
Is it really me?
Mirror mirror gotta know just what you see
My crystal ball, you're lookin' so sly and so sleazy
Mirror mirror hangin' there with that crack in your eye
You make me stumble, make me blind
Time after time and line by line
Mirror mirror oh tell me
You're the fool, you're the juggler
I ain't met a lover, you're like no other
Take a look into my eyes
Tell me what you see
Take a look into my eyes
Tell me is it true?
Take a look into my eyes
Oh it just can't last
Take a look into my eyes
Gonna have to smash the glass
Take a look into my eyes
Take a look into my eyes
Take a look
Take a look into my eyes
Oh yeah
Take a look into my eyes
Take a look into my eyes
Take a look into my eyes
Take a look into my eyes
Take a look
Take a look into my eyes
Look into my eyes
Take a look into my eyes
Tell me if it's me
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
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0091 The Scholar - A Dutch portrait
The scholar, in his book-lined study, sits,
walled in by printed thought in black and white;
silent; by a pool of lamplight lit;
now still in reading, or now drawn to write;
inaudible, the music of his mind,
invisible, that dazzling light, his thought;
unknown, the destiny of human kind;
unwrit, the future glories to be sought;
he like a human hour-glass: single grains
passing into future mind from past;
and in his presence, all Creation reigns,
the history of the world from first to last.
this secret glory, scholars are allowed;
so fragile; mortal; subtle; noble; proud.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Mirror of Lies
My Mirror Of Lies...
There is no where I can hide...
No one for me to confide...
I look at my life...
The Shadows following close behind me
The Dark that engulfs my sight
Fight or Flight?
It has always been flight
I see my twin in the mirror,
the mirror of lies
Tears flowing out of my eyes...
The mirror putting an artificial smile
With relief I sigh...
You see what I want you too
Fooled, Tricked, Dicieved
The one you see is not me
I raise my clenched fist
Shatter the mirror of lies
The broken shards which fly
Glimmering lies... My nasty web
When the mirror is gone...
When someone I'm not is gone...
The demon arrives...
Reality is on which I can close my eyes...
But not the memories...
poem by Lisa Martin
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Glass Shatters
The glass has a flimsiness, frailty of course,
Do not deceive me with fraudulence or fraud.
Glass shatters from impulses,
Glass has love for the actions,
This glass I hold and dropp reminds.
The frantic wept, as no other weeper,
The fraternity has evaporated,
Never the escapade of shattering glass
Has gone by without returning,
And so the glass has an escapade.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Leadlights
In the arch of a church window—
Silver stained with diamond panes—
The fractures piece together:
Paper thin, painted, and patterned
To illuminate the interior
With the intensely pale shade
Of transparency.
Dead-white and chalky,
The alabaster skin of glass—
With marble-like opalescence
And superficial iridescence—
Shimmers on the surface,
Reflecting its viewer's vision
With each ripple
Of the light's gleaming glare.
The bent, twisted marrow of steel,
The skeletal curve providing stability
To the etched imagery
Engraved in the glass
Frames the fragments,
Shapes the shards
In a patterned unison.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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And There is...a Mirror
And there is a mirror
A legend of honesty
Shadow for someone
And never be the light
That is mirror
Sometimes gloomy and icy
Sometimes lives just to see
That is mirror
Sometimes reflects from the wasted
Giving the venom contained truth
But let the mirror
Standing strong without losing freedom
Before the spell is broken
And bursts like shattered glass
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Glass Candy
Glass candy
Transparent
Pink, blue, green, orange
Any color.
Glass candy
Inedible
Invisible
To most.
Glass candy
Shiny
New
Kind of rare, right?
Glass candy
This poem is nonsense
But at least it makes a point
About glass candy.
poem by Addie Taino
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