The Eyes of a Child

Photo of infant courtesy of Rebloggy.

©2017 E. R. Smith

Eyes of an infant,  ponder aged faces and smile

Eyes of an infant, see beyond put ons and style

These orbs recently sent from heaven see keenly

Screaming wails when passed to those unseemly

Neonate vision, a blessing that’s spoiled

Groomers readjust oculars God oiled

Vision captured by glitz, fool’s gold

Leaves child open to dangerous control

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Imperfect

Remember when we found that imperfect spot by the trees;

with the hive of bees?

Immature happy to be away from the crowd;

they are way too loud.

Warped were we; thinking crowds missed our plans.

Looking sketchy, holding hands.

Intimate plans turned to dud,

little brother threw a rock with a thud!

Angry bees shamed us away, their secrets for birds alone.

That imperfect spot by the trees, began a love still known.

©2017 E. R. Smith

 

All or Nothing!

handed a package with instructions, “You all in?”

naw, can’t.  “In or you got nothin’.”

head down, then I got nothin’ then.

another day, another friend.

“Going over to the college, wanna come?”

head tilted to the side feeling dumb.

honest, I don’t know how to start?

“No worries friend, I’ll help that part.”

“Gotta world focus, to see change,

remove one from a demographic cage.”

followed friendly footsteps to lead me to a road,

not easy though, not easy though.

Finals told percentages of growth

gave my life some kind of hope.

Remember all or nothing as I lead.

My stronger voice, a clear feed.

I give all in my life, wanting to be something;

knowing its all or nothing.

©2017 E. R. Smith