Saturday, December 6, 2008

The color in my eyes

The color in my eyes

My eyes are tired
They’ve seen so much…

So much beauty
So much pain
So much injustice…

My eyes are green
With envy
With love

Green like a blade of grass
Looking up at the world
And those who walk upon it

Green like a leaf on the very top of a tree
Falling down
Caught in the wind
Drenched in the rain

My eyes are red
From lack of sleep
Lack of a bed

But it is these blessings that bring me this perspective
When I look up at you all
I feel humble, meek
When I fall down I feel free, un-attached.

My eyes are white
Like my skin
Lacking color
White as a shameful ghost
A plague to this land

White like the paper that taught the illiterate the concept of oppression

My eyes are black
In the center
There is no light
Just a void
that sucks everything in
Soaking it into my consciousness
un-able to understand this world of insanities

the look on the faces
of those we ignore

the lust
the grief

the drool on the drunken faces
passed out cold in the street
pants wet

a street cleaner goes by...

the lights change color and cars drive by

where are the answers?

When will the time come,
To change the color in my eyes...

The wheels go round and round
Nothing changes
Just a new name
A new face

Same weapons

What I’ve seen

What I know

Who am eye ?

I can only tell you about the color in my eyes,

The teargas
The broken glass
The visions...

Of terror
Of death
Of destruction

Of life
Of Love
And light

Green in the forest
Golden light of the sunrise
Vast space

Surfing the crowd in front of the stage
Thousands of eyes

The blur of LSD

The blood dripping down the mirror, looking back at me

The cold stillness in the face of my dead friend

The molten lava spewing from the earth

The moonlight shining to me,
beneath the surface of the rapids

The phosphorescence sparkling around me as I dive
beneath the sea

The galaxy shining from below as I paddle on a
saltwater mirror

… in between the lines are the other senses

Reading these words cannot reach you in any other way

The color in my eyes cannot reveal to you any experience I’ve had
Only you can guess
What tales
What life
What adventure presents itself in each moment
As we fall into our traps

Into the depth of our eyes

The pupils
The pits

The treasure…

The color in my eyes

Is changing
As I open them to a new world

I cannot see tomorrow
Until it is today

Then it will be the past
And will fade away

What do you see?

The color in my eyes ?

(february 2005)