My look is more vivid than all humanity together
liquids are running from my eyes
and as I walk, I cry
and cry and cry.
My look penetrates the earth’s universe –
down on earth
but it’s almost like looking outside our earth
far away
staring at that endless black.
The reason why people look at me is
the way I am looking at things,
my eyes and my gaze.
It is a gaze of war
it is a gaze of passion
it is a gaze of possibilities
it is a gaze of strength
is is a gaze of freedom
it is a gaze of a mouth wide open screaming.
Every time I walk outside the street
nobody can escape that gaze
even though I almost never look at any particular person
but in the contrary…
I am looking at everyone, as if part of a scene.
Even the most stupid person
can be left indifferent to that gaze
gaze of life and death.
A well written poem.
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Thank you very much 🙂
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Love this line —-> The reason why people look at me is
the way I am looking at things, —> you’ve inspired the poet in me. What a lovely image your words bring to mind. 😌
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Hello Martina 🙂 I do not know anymore if people in general are interested in poetry and reading it, but it creates a little sparkle in me knowing that at least one person is interested. Thank you for reading my verses!
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Another relation is fellowing one crypt…
BR = Bavaria
ex = out
IT = Information Technology
It says, that there is a artifical intelligence, which controls UK via Bavaria through the Internet. Just the king of IT may turn off this device. His secondary cant do this.
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