Por Mi Padre. Rest. |
TOO SEE AND NOT SEE They could not see his plea for help For of it nothing spoke he Yet through his eyes it could be felt Through those orbs gazing frightfully Hidden deep behind a macho bravado Within the child purposefully forgotten Through a maze winding confusedly In the core of a brain not dead yet rotten Innocence lay crumbled thought dead However once closely examined His heart pumped kindness lost persistant The severed arteries need only be connected Needing assistance yet to proud to ask Eventually his will shall crack Hopefully before insanity Thus I shall pray and pray and pray For distraught his tower shall crumble As in that ancient city of Babel Confusion shall reap a havoc undefined A wasteland shall be where once was a mind He gazes occasionally into those orbs Those portals to another realm Though the mirror never lies of course He sees a heaven from whence he fell Erupting those portals of anger His will fuels the flames of passion Vanquished his plight no one for whom to care Though heavy a heart filled with compassion And with those fleeting glimpses upon Which the visions of a truth begun A stirring of inner pain which need be shunned Though could not thinking he the only one Whose hatreds for a world of wishes untrue Caused retreat from demons he once slew Wanting the world he once knew Wanting to hear the words I will help you Diminishing are his vitals of existance Excreting from wounds undetected Ilknowledged through lack of confidance His soul rendered helpless yet not dejected As with mighty Atlas' everlasting moment The burden shall be lifted upon norishment Of a perishing yet beautiful soul Salvation from the throes of pathos Wish do I could tell him so Yet does my morality let him go Shall I proffess within him I see The semblance of what once was me Wish do I could tell the answer To rip away that menacing cancer That life was meant for love and laughter That life was not meant for hatred and anger However if with him I do intervine Will the trueness of my sincerity be seen Or will the despondent wield a screen Impenatrable not to whose minds are less keen Will the pressure create a larger fissure Between fantasy and reality And if build do I a bridge of ether Will the wary soul come hither quickly Now I find its time to act And not be blinded by opinion or fact To learn of himself from himself And keep all learned within myself For of it to no one else speaks he And keeps all the secrets I tell of me We are friends this pained man and me Two separate souls together fatefully For love and joy we separately strive Amid the worlds confusions and illusions Through each others confidence does derive A brotherhood tween kindred souls divinely woven |