framed

I look through you
you open the world to me
my umbilical cord to the universe of clarity
 
basically
you frame my eyes
but to onlookers
you frame my appearance
and my abilities
 
intelligent
reserved
aesthetic
definitely not athletic!
 
my!
 
how small frames
thus worn
open all possibilities to me
yet close them
to those who see

(Dedicated to anyone who wears glasses)

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Convince Me

convince me
you don’t have to say a word to
convince me
there ain’t one i haven’t heard
either way
you’re okay
in my world

oh, believe me
your music sends me wild
when i hear you
i’m as reckless as a child
sing to me
bring to me
this ecstasy

i am haunted by you
night and day
at your feet
my heart i lay

oh, hopeless
is the nature of this love
for you will never
know the things i’m dreaming of
still i’ll stay
hooked this way
on your world

dessicated buddha

proud
resonant
but
time-scattered

you rest

crumbled in a carpet of stones
comfy home for
insects and reptiles

you watch me
your every cracked fragment
an observer

frittering humans
pass
flaunting
their dramas and dreams
some pay respects
some expect
reassurance

perhaps taking a pebble
of you
will transform their worries

you are cool with this
knowing
wherever you are

we are all one
together

my camera smile

my camera smile
is never far from my face
it lurks down my shirt
and surfaces to coat any of my
un-happy-ness
it is a
subterfuge
submarine sandwich filled with marinated lies
and topped with garlic glitter
it drips bitter
tears
that at all costs
must not be displayed
amongst the worldwide dissemination
of public images

I am limited