Welcome to the blinding it’s subliming it’s spellbinding. <br />Stick around, you’ll see; craziness kills lazyness by producing happiness. <br />Open your mind to the relentless, pretentiousness, of my fecklessness. <br />And my natural proclivity says; this is last thing you’ll ever see from me. <br /> <br />A self-fulfilling prophecy? Or an endless possibility of dishonesty? <br />So pipe down if you’re not hearing my newfound sound! <br />What do you see apart from what is indisputably, invisible and invincible? <br />I’m just another statistic that’s fast becoming rhythmically sadistic. <br /> <br />I’m now trying some non-talkative therapy which is blissful harmony. <br />And your psychoanalysis must have left your counsellor in a temporary paralysis. <br />Your voraciousness for veraciousness is larcenous vainly. <br />Does your mind fully function in sporadic jaunts giving you barbaric haunts? <br /> <br />My mind sees sights which can only be seen by the physically blind. <br />Because real eyes, realise real lies <br />Face it; they are the faceless, on a daily basis, <br />Relations, situations, they provide with no explanations, <br />Of shame, pain and blame, I exclaim though; <br />Ironic I complain, females, are the only thing that keep me sane?<br /><br />Zaheed Patel<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/real-eyes-realise-real-lies/
