What I wish to be, I will never be
to you, unless I can become
a master hypnotist
make you see what I see,
believe it of me whole heartedly
In human vision
we are distorted
down to reality
Waving all my glories
for you to grasp freely
swaying my intellect rapidly
Your eyes are getting heavy,
your imagination overwhelms
Your vision becomes holy,
I am now an icon
A goddess of all womanity
Mysterious and sensual
you are wrapped in a web
not of deceipt, but of how
I should be seen by
the one who loves me
The third eye is what restores
us to all of our full capacity
What you say// hasn't gone away/ it's always been done/ to have a little fun. It's nothing new/ to me or you. Delilah had the flare/ Samson had the hair/ They both knew the dance/ began in their pants/ In the end no one can be trusted/ they all get busted. someone is being blind/ while another gets behind./ If can't keep up/ put a penny in the cup/// A poet friend//RH Peat