Vision Referenced Reality

8/4/97

Time again to see the world beyond the fashion of grants
and dislikes that course throughout the known reality.

Time again to believe that there is power beyond the green
and the sweat that makes up each day. Time to go onward...

Mirrors swirls around us all, reflections from a hazel iris,
a mimic made to reveal the strengths in all of us,
a clown's face given in sacrifice to the wills of laughter
while the smiling man hides his grimace beyond plaster of Paris.

Break down the mirror, look beyond the shadows.
The knives flood out, shattering your consciousness
piercing that fond vision you call reality,
recalling your fears, flaws and failures.

How few realize that the mirror sees all,
captures all within a glass jar of pride, joy, and seclusion.
The mirror loves all that is, yet its brutal honesty creeps
into that vision you call reality.

Break the jar, dare to pass beyond the mirror's boundaries,
and feel the damned sting of venom as the shards lash out
in protective reflex, slaying those who would harm
what the man loves most, what the man feels most.

Once again the hummingbird flits from flower to flower,
pulling the sweetest nectar from the most beautiful bloom,
leaving the rest unsaid, unheard, unreminded,
leaving a feeling of wanted, needed, suckled.
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Ladybugs eat aphids and fly to the smiling human
who watches it walk about his arm,
climbing the forest of hairs made lighter by recent sunlight,
the skins protective reflex tinting the skin's windows.

The mirror changes in relation to the world about,
the mirror flows in liquid abandon to the feelings without,
and alters your visions reality based upon his inner angst
and moods of the moment bulge the sandy fabric.

Love is easy when so many of your inner secrets
seem written on the wall of reflected emotions.
Friendship is easy when so many people
possess so much greatness, yours to tap as you might desire,
calling upon it with your scepter of need and greed.

Loneliness is easy when so many of his inner secrets
are blocked by your vain recollection of your reflection.
Friendship is betrayed when so many people
describe the insignificant blemishes, unaware of your desires,
blasting your peace and happiness with their grin of insecure flame.

One switch would turn this mirror into the window.
But why bother with something so profound
when there is so much crap being thrown around,
who wants to clean the stains from the glass?