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[aid] => mick
[title] => My Eyes
[time] => 2006-08-03 12:46:01
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[bodytext] => MY EYES SEE I SEE WITH MY EYES BUT BELIEVE WITH MY HEART I WAS BORN AND COULD NOT SEE BUT I FELT MY MOTHERS LOVE BY MY HEART MY EYES, DID NOT SEE BUT I KNEW MY MOTHER HER TOUCH WAS LIKE NO OTHER MY EYES DID NOT KNOW WHAT I WOULD SEE MY EYES WERE OPENED AND I WAS ABLE TO SEE MY EYES I KNOW, I HAVE BEEN DECIEVED MY EYES WHEN I WAS YOUNG, I DID SEE I SAW WHAT, I WAS NOT TO SEE MY EYES MY EYES, IF THEY COULD ONLY KNOW, WHAT I DO, BY WHAT THEY SEE DO THEY CONTROL ME? OR DO I? MY EYES DO NOT KNOW TRUTH FROM A LIE MY EYES TOLD ME I WILL DIE MY EYES IF THEY COULD TALK THEY WOULD NOT KNOW WHAT TO SAY MY EYES IT SEEMS ALL THEY WANT IS TO PLAY MY EYES IF THEY HAD A CONSCIENCE, IT WOULD BE DEAD MY EYES ARE HOW IT WOULD BE FEED MY EYES I AM TOLD ARE THE WINDOWS TO MY SOUL MY EYES HAVE MADE ME HAPPY AND SAD MY EYES HAVE MADE ME ANGRY AND MAD MY EYES HAVE SEEN LIFE AND DEATH MY EYES, MY EYES MY EYES DO NOT HAVE A CONSCIENCE OR A BRAIN BUT BY THEM I HAVE SEEN AND FELT PAIN MY EYES CAN NOT TALK WHY DO I HEAR WHAT I HAVE SEEN MY EYES CAN NOT WALK WHY DO THEY TAKE ME WERE I DO NOT WANT TO GO MY EYES! MY EYES WHY WONT YOU LET ME GO? MY EYES HAVE MADE ME OLD MY EYES I THINK MAY BE THE WINDOWS TO MY SOUL MY EYES HAVE LIED TO ME, AND DISTORTED MY PERCEPTION MY EYES HAVE MADE ME, NOT LIKE YOU! MY EYES HAVE CONTROLED MY THOUGHTS MY WALK MY TALK MY EYES HAVE MADE ME LIE, WHEN I SAW, WHAT I SAW. BECAUSE OF WHAT I HAVE SEEN. WHEN WHAT I SAW WAS COMPARED TO MY PAST VISIONS. MY EYES HAVE MADE ME NOT LIKE ME OR YOU MY EYES DO NOT KNOW TRUTH, OR A LIE, ALL THEY KNOW IS WHAT I THINK LIKE A HOT STOVE, I HAVE BEEN BURNED, BY ITS FIRE AND HEAT, LIKE A CHILD ON THE STOVE I HAVE BURNED MY HAND, I KNOW BECAUSE OF THAT IT HURTS. NOT KNOWING THAT, THAT HAS THOUGHT ME ONE THING, NOT THE HOLE THING. IT CAN BURN YOU AND MAKE YOU FOOD TO EAT, TO GIVE ME STRENGHT FOR LIFE. IT IS MY DECEPTION OF THE HOLE TRUTH THAT DECIEVES ME FROM THE PAST, TO THE FUTURE. OF WHAT I THINK I SEE IT IS ALL HOW YOU SEE IT EVERY TIME, AND NOT THE FIRST IMPRESION, WE ALL HAVE HERD IT SAID FIRST IMPRESIONS, BUT THE TRUTH IS WE ALL KNOW THAT FIRST IMPRESIONS ARE DECIEVING TO THE EYE, TIME IS THE TRUTH OF ALL THINGS. THERE IS MORE THAN MEETS THE EYE! MY EYES DID NOT KNOW WHAT THEY SAW MY EYES DO NOT KNOW WHAT THEY SEE MY EYES ARE DECIEVED BY MY UNDERSTANDING, FOR THEY DECIEVE ME, BUT NOT MY HEART I SEE NOW LIKE A NEW BORN NOT WITH MY EYES BUT MY HEART [comments] => 1 [counter] => 158 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Dalnik [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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