Too see and Not See

TOO SEE AND NOT SEE


They could not see his plea for help
For of it nothing spoke he
Yet through his eyes it could be felt
Through those orbs gazing frightfully

Hidden deep behind a macho bravado
Within the child purposefully forgotten
Through a maze winding confusedly
In the core of a brain not dead yet rotten

Innocence lay crumbled thought dead
However once closely examined
His heart pumped kindness lost persistant
The severed arteries need only be connected

Needing assistance yet to proud to ask
Eventually his will shall crack
Hopefully before insanity
Thus I shall pray and pray and pray

For distraught his tower shall crumble
As in that ancient city of Babel
Confusion shall reap a havoc undefined
A wasteland shall be where once was a mind

He gazes occasionally into those orbs
Those portals to another realm
Though the mirror never lies of course
He sees a heaven from whence he fell

Erupting those portals of anger
His will fuels the flames of passion
Vanquished his plight no one for whom to care
Though heavy a heart filled with compassion

And with those fleeting glimpses upon
Which the visions of a truth begun
A stirring of inner pain which need be shunned
Though could not thinking he the only one

Whose hatreds for a world of wishes untrue
Caused retreat from demons he once slew
Wanting the world he once knew
Wanting to hear the words I will help you

Diminishing are his vitals of existance
Excreting from wounds undetected
Ilknowledged through lack of confidance
His soul rendered helpless yet not dejected

As with mighty Atlas' everlasting moment
The burden shall be lifted upon norishment
Of a perishing yet beautiful soul
Salvation from the throes of pathos

Wish do I could tell him so
Yet does my morality let him go
Shall I proffess within him I see
The semblance of what once was me

Wish do I could tell the answer
To rip away that menacing cancer
That life was meant for love and laughter
That life was not meant for hatred and anger

However if with him I do intervine
Will the trueness of my sincerity be seen
Or will the despondent wield a screen
Impenatrable not to whose minds are less keen

Will the pressure create a larger fissure
Between fantasy and reality
And if build do I a bridge of ether
Will the wary soul come hither quickly

Now I find its time to act
And not be blinded by opinion or fact
To learn of himself from himself
And keep all learned within myself

For of it to no one else speaks he
And keeps all the secrets I tell of me
We are friends this pained man and me
Two separate souls together fatefully

For love and joy we separately strive
Amid the worlds confusions and illusions
Through each others confidence does derive
A brotherhood tween kindred souls divinely woven