Look at me, look deep inside
Do you see it? Past these eyes?
do you see the ocean blue
with clouds hung low obstructing view?
But look right past focus hard
you see the man? the traveling bard?
you see his flute with golden tones
the music graced a thousand thrones.
You see the jade in steps of green
you see the lizard his likely sheen?
The hummingbirds made of pure gold
worth far more than can be sold.
But that's not it, not it at all.
Look deeper past those crumbling walls
you see deep down the surface clear,
the deep blue lake you see it here?
Well press your face down very low
and deeper if you dare to go.
You see the damsel flying by
my widow black her lips so wry?
Among the clouds the jester calls
and dances to rhythms of the falls
where two small bats perch just like birds,
and speak in old forgotten words.
You begin to see it now I'm right?
well perhaps we need a bit more light.
Oh here they come, with boxes firm,
my little moles and faithful worms.
Rubies adorn the beady eyes,
of all my friends the dragon flies
and not to take you too far in,
but the surface is just where we've been
Do you see these things do you see them yet?
do you see how complicated things can get?
for deep inside these eyes of mine
a step to the right and a cup of wine,
There are things too grand for you or me
things my eyes can barely see.
But lurking here inside my mind
lets see what other things we'll find.
Do you see the man with curled in toes?
A mask he wears so no one knows.
Do you see his bowl of Robin eggs
That hatch to birds with human legs?
You see the key too big to lift
it opens him, a perfect fit.
When he gets cut we see inside
a marathon of tears he's cried.
He's not the only one you know,
a woman here cries only snow.
She cannot stop for when she does
she cannot hear above the buzz.
And you see him oh the poor man
he eats sea salt, its all he can
his wife eats lard and nothing else
to keep the weight upon herself.
The man with arms instead of legs
a woman tied to ground and begs
and with a spoon this boy must play
and every night is bright as day.
The lightning strikes but brings no rain,
and leaves fall off no color changed.
The snow is black instead of white,
and bugs rain down eating light.
While men cannot sleep long at all
for in their dreams they always fall
while every step they try and take
gives way to cliffs into the lake
He cannot get on top you see
for upside down he seems to be
and I cannot help but shed a tear,
for the man who felt nothing but fear.
And do you see it? do you know?
is this where you so want to go?
Do you see it deep inside?
and will you stay or will you hide?
Run along, forget this tale.
And get back up should 'ere you fail.
You cannot judge for so you see,
you cannot know the extent of me.
Do you see it? Past these eyes?
do you see the ocean blue
with clouds hung low obstructing view?
But look right past focus hard
you see the man? the traveling bard?
you see his flute with golden tones
the music graced a thousand thrones.
You see the jade in steps of green
you see the lizard his likely sheen?
The hummingbirds made of pure gold
worth far more than can be sold.
But that's not it, not it at all.
Look deeper past those crumbling walls
you see deep down the surface clear,
the deep blue lake you see it here?
Well press your face down very low
and deeper if you dare to go.
You see the damsel flying by
my widow black her lips so wry?
Among the clouds the jester calls
and dances to rhythms of the falls
where two small bats perch just like birds,
and speak in old forgotten words.
You begin to see it now I'm right?
well perhaps we need a bit more light.
Oh here they come, with boxes firm,
my little moles and faithful worms.
Rubies adorn the beady eyes,
of all my friends the dragon flies
and not to take you too far in,
but the surface is just where we've been
Do you see these things do you see them yet?
do you see how complicated things can get?
for deep inside these eyes of mine
a step to the right and a cup of wine,
There are things too grand for you or me
things my eyes can barely see.
But lurking here inside my mind
lets see what other things we'll find.
Do you see the man with curled in toes?
A mask he wears so no one knows.
Do you see his bowl of Robin eggs
That hatch to birds with human legs?
You see the key too big to lift
it opens him, a perfect fit.
When he gets cut we see inside
a marathon of tears he's cried.
He's not the only one you know,
a woman here cries only snow.
She cannot stop for when she does
she cannot hear above the buzz.
And you see him oh the poor man
he eats sea salt, its all he can
his wife eats lard and nothing else
to keep the weight upon herself.
The man with arms instead of legs
a woman tied to ground and begs
and with a spoon this boy must play
and every night is bright as day.
The lightning strikes but brings no rain,
and leaves fall off no color changed.
The snow is black instead of white,
and bugs rain down eating light.
While men cannot sleep long at all
for in their dreams they always fall
while every step they try and take
gives way to cliffs into the lake
He cannot get on top you see
for upside down he seems to be
and I cannot help but shed a tear,
for the man who felt nothing but fear.
And do you see it? do you know?
is this where you so want to go?
Do you see it deep inside?
and will you stay or will you hide?
Run along, forget this tale.
And get back up should 'ere you fail.
You cannot judge for so you see,
you cannot know the extent of me.
I apologize but this one is pretty deep. I hope you noticed first of all the change in mood throughout the poem. by the end I hope the little journey had become somewhat menacing. Some of you may have also picked up that we are essentially taking a ride through someones mind, personality, struggles and strengths. At the beginning (on the outside of the person) we find happiness, things that are fun to see and be around, but as we venture deeper we find things like the moles and worms with the boxes firm. These are things the person wished to keep buried and hid, a pandora's box of sorts. There are several lines that suggest that we think we know what we see but we could very well be mistaken. For example the Damsel flying by and my widow black. Both may speak of beautiful women or foul insects. Another instance is the bard with the flute. Are the "golden tones" describing the physical color of the flute or the musical tones that he plays? I included the line "there are things to grand for you or me" because in the story of Job he describes his trial as too wonderful to be understood. This lets on to the trials we are about to see. We have the man with a bowl of robin eggs that hatch birds with human legs. This is the affliction of false expectations, we see the woman crying snow: crying is not always bad but the snow is how I describe the bitter kind of tears that burn. And the key too big to lift that opens the man, a perfect fit: another allusion to the fact that even if we had a key to look inside someone, it would be impossible for us to understand. I wont bother you with the rest but you get the picture. The poem ends leaving the person sorry that they had this look into the true person. I want to emphasize that this is not a poem of doom and gloom. It is not telling you guys how tortured I am inside, but I believe some people truly are and if we were given the chance would we want to see?
