through different eyes

[ Not my best work,
but still worth reading .
I like the Angry part ..
[ It was supposed to be
an Angry poem,
but I couldn't resist putting in
that false bit of hope at the end ]

" Through Different Eyes "

by Siesta Lingo

When you are Born,
you see the World through 1nnocent eyes.
You hear the World through 1nnocent ears.
You taste the World with an 1nnocent tongue,
feel It with 1nnocent hands,
smell It with an 1nnocent nose.

Eyes that have not seen.
Ears that have not heard.
A tongue that knows no taste,
hands that know no feeling,
a nose free of foul aromas.

The World is too much to handle.
Your b1ood boils,
your muscles clench,
your temperature rises,
and your skin turns the most brilliant shade of Red.
And you lose Control.

But you have Friends to Comfort you.
Friends who know nothing about you.
Friends who have never seen you before,
never heard or smelt or felt you.
But Friends who Love you just because
you have done nothing wrong.

Your Friends take you into their hands,
and Comfort you.
Time rambles on with a slow and steady pace,
not stopping for anyone,
yet not passing anyone by.

And your Friends Teach you.
They Teach you to look around through eager eyes,
and listen through eager ears.
They Teach you to reach out with eager hands,
to treasure every smell,
to savor every taste.

And you grow.
And you come to Love your Friends.
But soon you begin to Think for yourself.
You look around,
you listen,
you reach out.

And you Learn.
You Learn to manipulate.
You Learn to deceive.
You Learn to connive.
You Learn to cheat.
You Learn to steal.
You Learn to betray.
You Learn to Fear.
You Learn to Hat3.
And for the first time, you feel Powerful.

Then you make new friends.
Friends who manipulate, deceive, connive,
cheat, steal, betray, Fear, Hat3.
Friends who feel Powerful, just like you.
But soon there comes a time
when friends turn against each other.
When relationships corrupt.
And you feel Powerless.

The World is too much to handle.
Your b1ood boils,
your muscles clench,
your temperature rises,
and your skin turns the most brilliant shade of Red.
And you lose Control.

And the worst part is, this time,
no one tries to Comfort you.
Your friends Hat3 you just because
you have done something wrong.

And Time rambles on with a slow and steady pace,
not stopping for anyone,
yet not passing anyone by.
And soon you come to Realize
that you must Think for yourself.
You look around,
you listen,
you reach out.
And you grow.

And often there are times
when the World is too much to handle.
When your b1ood boils,
your muscles clench,
your temperature rises,
and your skin turns the most brilliant shade of Red.
And you lose Control.
And often there are times
when no one tries to Comfort you.

But still you stumble on with a slow and steady pace,
not stopping for anyone,
yet not passing anyone by.
and hoping that one day you will find a true Friend.

A Friend who reminds you of the Innocence that used to be.
A Friend who Loves you for who you are.
a Friend who will help you forget your Worries,
and, at least for a moment here and there,
share with you the Feeling that your mind is Pure.

Yes, on you stumble with a slow and steady pace,
not stopping for anyone,
yet not passing anyone by.
And hoping that one day you will not only feel Love,
give Love,
receive Love,
but that you will make Love.

And when It is born,
It will see the World through 1nnocent eyes.
It will hear the World through 1nnocent ears.
It will taste the World with an 1nnocent tongue,
feel It with 1nnocent hands,
smell It with an 1nnocent nose.

And you will look at the world in Retrospect,
and see eyes that have seen.
Ears that have heard.
A tongue that has tasted,
hands that have felt,
a nose that has had its share of foul aromas.

And you will look at the world through different eyes.

And eventually,
as you stumble on with a slow and steady pace,
you will stop only for the tall man in the grim, black cloak.
And the world will be too much to handle.
And you will lose Control.
But hopefully you will have a Friend,
and a little Love to Comfort you;
to help you forget your Worries,
and, at least for a moment,
share with you the Feeling that your mind is Pure.

[ I can't even write an 1nnocent poem
without my thoughts
becoming censored from the World ..
[ For just a moment in this messed-up world,
will you give me something to smile about ? (v XP) ]