The Eyes of a Poet

June 25, 2013

My glassy Eyes - from Fires wrought - Were Stained with streaks of Night. Peculiar are these Eyes of Dusk Which dawn with Lack of Light- Lain bare across such Surface slick Was Truth - which Sightless Seek. As if The Moon, could catch a Star - A folly obsolete. Yet Simple as the Sky to Spin Or Stars to pierce the Night My Marble Eye - Oh blinded plight - Shall Swell, A Celestial Sun!

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whoiskidkhepriiApr 30, 2014

Thank you man. Means alot. And yeah, it is about finding yourself. Finding one's Power as Poet. Realizing the Power in one's words. Some call it song. I call it poetry. I think poetry, song, music is the best (if not only) way these days to have your voice heard, how you want it to be heard. And spark change. In others. In yourself. A change. Change is good :) And change is free, isnt it?

MVP-Most Valuable PoetOct 18, 2013

this is an amazing poemfrom what i read and interpret, it's abou finding oneselfbeautifully written