Poets’ Corner
“Behind My Eyes”
Behind my eyes you can not see the pain
You can not see the sorrow,
You cannot see the pride,
You can not see the hate,
You cannot see the hurt,
You can only see what I show you,
So let me show the strong, independent
Lovely, honest, soulful woman I am
So let me love another man
But as I was waiting for an answer from you,
Someone else came out of the blue,
Swept me off my feet, Took me some place new,
I felt much better than I did when I loved you.
See this man, He acknowledges my existence,
He makes me feel, something entirely different,
I feel real, when he’s near, I feel like I am me,
And he flirts with me where you don’t,
He makes me feel special, He doesn’t leave me hanging,
Waiting for a reply that may never come by.
He sees what’s behind my eyes,
He picks on me, In that cute shy way,
He is beautiful, In a dorky way, He is sweet to me,
Like you never are, And I know he loves me,
Where as you led me on, I still wait,
For an answer, for you to see, although it doesn’t really matter,
I may have moved on, And now you know,
You took too long, To answer one simple question,
Do you love me or not. Now this guy has my attention,
And he is simply divine, I feel he could have heart,
Where as you and I, Might have a physical attraction,
At least I do with you, But I want more than that,
But you will never know because you never look
Behind my eyes.
I can see the flower, upon which my life grows,
Blooming into a rose.
See the hope and courage in the strength of the petals.
As long as I am, I will be.
The flower will never wilt or die.
As my life grows back, I shall become strong.
I shall become only dependent on one.
That one will be me.
I will rise with my petals high.
My life as a flower will bloom and prosper as I grow.
I may not be the pick of the patch,
but I am just as beautiful as the rest.
I will stand as one, but not a lonely soul.
We all make connections
As a child, we play tag
In hopes of not to be tagged
But still touch another
There’s the smack you ‘tag’ …
Gently caress you ‘tag’…
And the hope that you ever …
When will you ever…
Can you NEVER notice me ‘tag’ …
I have been playing this game for damn near two decades
And a sista still can’t manage to get with it
But do I have to?
Like Eve, I didn’t ask to be
I am crying inside because there’s so much hate in the world and not enough love
I am crying inside because of the lack of unity
There’s very little respect for humanity in the world
There’s a major lack of morals, values and dignity
I am crying inside because I despise the wicked ways of mankind
And we live in a world of chaos and disorder
I am crying inside for all of the children who are being deprived of a sound future
I am crying inside because so many people worship worldly goods
Words can’t express how I feel
And I still can’t believe this is real
A heart of Gold and a Beautiful Soul
The future of Aaliyah we’ll never know
A walking Angel and A Beautiful spirit
We Love you Aaliyah and we’ll miss you dearest
Never having to see you again
is the biggest lost
But knowing we love you and you
love your fans is what really cost
Remembering your beauty and
remembering your style
But most of all Aaliyah
The leaves brush the shadow
on the ground beneath the redwood
it cradles us
covering entangled twisted twigs
we are between the shadow
and leaves
of the redwood tree
where the owl perch-wings spread
with respect and protectiveness
the great redwood
provide shelter from the falling rain
that is caught between fire
the twigs often bring
surrounded by nature
I cast my spell,
“If you leave me behind
you leave yourself
and you leave me
without myself”
