Glasses on my head

its about a crazy woman, and then there is this crazy man... all jumbled up.. oh never mind ha ha ha

Do they see past the glasses when they stop n stare. Do they see

the kindness and care, or do they see the roughness that they bare...

Do they even care what it holds beyond there glare...

Sometimes I sit n wonder, some times it makes me rhyme,

does anyone see the past the rough, and how refined.

That is held  so deep within those eyes... can they see the laughter,

 can they see the pain, will they ever get the working of the s****y days...

Will they ever stop to wonder bout that chance...

Some will not look, or even bat an eye, or will they see the perfect tragedy that people try so hard to hide...

All locked behind there brilliant tale of eyes....

Who really ever looks anymore who really even sees,

 the souls that are hidden deep down beneath...

how can one even see the signs, if it has never been seen through their blood shot eyes...

Truth behold in one look,  in one sight, in one thought of a blood shot eye...

How they change color when lunar is near, and how they look so dear and sincere...

How can one see past all that innocent s**t, But with a single tear some will miss...

To mine, I have my shields up in hopes no trespassers shall be let in...

To some I may look silly and dumb, to some I may look too full of insight n right...

There are those that fear the brightness and light, of some very sensual eyes...

They do not take heed to see past the shell in the thrill, to even try to see the

heart buried so deep down inside them...

Looks can be deceiving...

Looks can be sincere...

Some can see right through into the state of your mind,

touching depths of your deepest, darkest known,

Just to know there soul is not alone...

Heck to my surprise, I still recall the day I fell in love

with my shields, was the day they saved my sight.....

To some we make look silly, to others intellectually high..

As for me I feel protected from the storms and the outside,

and of course the wrong dang guys...

But the key in this day and time is to see the brilliance that shines from with in there eyes...

 So few gorgeous eyes......

Life has scarred me, life has brought me down, not many

take the time to see past all that ground...

School of hard knocks was where I was to be found...

Learning every lesson and getting underpaid...

To those that did not know me and never took the time...

I found my own peace, in my own mind...

It just took it one step at a time...

But the road map so many places, and not just in my mind...

So few take the time... To trace the heavy lines...

If they choose not to know me why give them my time...

Eyes so divine, windows to the soul, wonder what stories they hold...

Look closer you can see stories unfold...

Can you see the pain, can you see the real, can you see all the little thrills...

Take a chance and look down deep, and find the heart buried within...

Someday one will see past that glass and glare,

They find themselves starring through all the windows n tint... 

I find comfort in the glare that protects my soul from all the negative stares...

By: Lilly Thorn

Reviews

[Mike Emil]

what would say to this? i don't know

[lillythorn]

who really does at times..

[lillythorn]

My darling daughter - What happened. Your poem, like all of your pictures, was one of the deepest poems I have ever read. And as this evening is the day that the election was lost and our future is guarantied poverty for the rest of our lives, I read your poem and I cried. The eyes that look on and the world that blindly abandons all decency and humanity along with common sense your poem hit that all so very perfectly and yet by the date I can tell you were not writing about the election. Who hurt you?
I could feel the pain so plainly. There is such a vast distance between the actions of people who are liberal and people who are conservative, and unfortunately your father brought us here to this spaghetti limp liberal place. If there is any way that they can find to hurt you and bully you - they will.
Please tell me what happened. You were so happy that you were finally after years of fighting getting your son the help he needs. Who saw your happiness and couldn't wait to slap you down?
Love you so much my daughter. I'm so sorry every day that you ended up having to come here to this place.
I'm praying for you. I love you.
Mom

[gombeggar]

well done, girl...told u it would make good to post more of these

[lillythorn]

why thank you kind sir.. :P