THE MIND’S EYE

The mind’s eye.

Portals to our souls.

Our words can hide our lies,

but our eyes can’t.

AN ELECTRIC STORM

Let’s scale the heights.

Be careful of the crevices.

The deep valleys.

The empty holes.

Climb the next ridge.

Enter through an opening.

Small as a fly.

Hear the blood pound.

The synapses sizzle and pop.

Journey through the darkness.

Through the unknown.

Exhilarating as an electric storm.

Colorful as a fireworks display.

A ride through space and time.

A KEYHOLE

A thin strip of light

Filtered by our minds.

Permission granted by our eyes

To selected sights and sounds.

A narrow keyhole to the universe.

THE MIND’S EYE

The mind’s eye.

What can you see in a person’s eyes?

Can you see a glimpse of their emotions?

Maybe a little sadness with

a drop of anger thrown in.

What about happiness

and a sparkle of laughter?

Eyes are portals to our souls.

They accurately reveal

who we really are.

We can hide in our words

and facial expressions,

but we can’t hide our eyes.

Liars are said to look to the left

as they recount their false tales.

So the next time you’re speaking

with someone,

check their eyes.

See if their eyes

match their words.

I bet they won’t.

THE WATCHFUL EYE

The beauty.
The colors.
The design.
The fine details.
The watchful eye.
No picture can be painted
or statue created to capture
this perfection,
this awe-inspiring wonder.
Here’s to the creator.

A DROP OF WATER

A DROP OF WATER

A drop of water.
A drop of nature.
A drop of life.

Clear.
Yet complicated.
Light.
Yet detailed.

Hanging.
By a thread.
Enticing.
To the eye.

So is nature.
So is life.

SEE ME

See me.
Rays of light.
Feel me.
Waves of heat.
Touch me.
Enter the void.
Travel with me.
To places unexplored.
Flashes of lights.
Explosions in space.
Welcome to the unknown.
Welcome to my mind.

A MIND'S EYE

A MIND’S EYE

Mesmerizing.
Enticing.
The eye holds secrets.
Mysteries.
Flashing colors.
Streaming lights.
Across a black emptiness.
A universe of knowledge.
A universe to behold.

THE WATCHFUL EYE

The beauty.
The colors.
The design.
The fine details.
The watchful eye.
No picture can be painted
or statue created to capture
this perfection,
this awe-inspiring wonder.
Here’s to the creator.

CAN YOU SEE ME NOW?

I am hiding.
I am shy.
I am camouflaged.
No one will ever find me.
Except for maybe the fly,
who insists on buzzing around me.
The sun has spotted my spots
with its rays of sunshine.
The bird is eying me with 
its black eyes.
But otherwise,
I’m safely hidden from sight.
Hidden from humans.
What am I?
Could you tell what I am?

HIS PLACE

The sun begins to set.
There are scurrying sounds
as the animals prepare for the night.
But the old elephant stands in his place.
He doesn’t need to move.
He has everything he needs
right in front of him.
He keeps a watchful eye
on the other animals.
But he stands in his place.

EYE OF THE BEHOLDER

jimmstorment:

James M Storment ©
Graffiti… Phoenix AZ…
BEAUTY IS REALLY IN

THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER

AN EYE ON YOU

blackoutraven:

I’M KEEPING MY EYE ON YOU.