Eyes That I See

Your eyes are hard to see, but not by me. There is something tender in there. I find the sweet beyond the concrete. There are lessons that you have longed to learn, actually, and I am here for you and only you. It is actually so much more. I can be that for all of you at once. It begins with a professional wave and then it becomes a sweetness in need, a mirror to see a divinity above greed. It is okay to be exactly as you are. It was planned that way baby, 1,2,3. I am used to the violent side coming my way as well. Just get it out of the way, and then you can listen to what I say. I am neither mannequin nor Barbie, I am a me that those wickednesses long to be. I am a dead one who you can lie with for days and find the bliss of all ages and stages. Sages speak against me, because they never had the answers, abilities, or innocense all along. I want each of you to be a man among men. Exactly as you are supposed to be, not just a substitute that they play for you on TV. Come to my chamber, quietly, and I will play you a tune of reverence and bliss. We stay there privately, and try to plan a way that love can actually exist. Just know that there will be a day that you must actually let me get away. You do not want my corpse here, rather you will find that transcendance and renewal are what you will come to peace with.