Category Archives: Prose

EYES

When you look into one’s eyes.

You’re bound to become, hypnotized.

You see things that you rarely see.

Like Peace, Love and Harmony.

You’ll stare and glare, all through the night.

And then you’ll seem, to regain sight.

The eyes will put you in a daze.

And, you’ll just stare there, in a maze.

 

Written By:  B. Knox

 

HE

THE MAN.

So strong, Yet weak.

HE walks alone, HIS shadow hidden.

THE MAN.

To strong to ask for guidance

To weak to admit HE needs it.

But, willing to NEED a Woman.

WANT,

Not really.

HIS need is greater, because his want is hidden behind his

SHADOW.

 

Written By B. Knox

Imagination or Reality

As the rain fell lightly onto the window,

my imagination wandered farther and farther into distant places,

taking me to higher regions of imaginative thinking.

Children,

playing in huge green parks,

laughing and screaming, enjoying their childhood – As children ought to.

People,

sharing thoughts, that they had never really shared with anyone,

in fear of being laughed at or made mockery of.

Neighbors,

of all races and backgrounds,

uniting, and

trying to make this world a better place for all.

A world of Peace.

Of EQUAL JUSTICE!

To the poor, the hungry, the homeless, the least of these

AND

everyone else.

Will this world ever see such a thing in REALITY?

Or.

Will it be, just a thing, for the imagination to dwell into, occasionally.

As my imagination comes back to reality,

the rain still falls onto the window,

only,

HARDER.

 

By, B. Knox

 

ME

Way down deep inside of ME.

There lies another living being.

Someone that knows ME very deep.

And, sometimes talks to ME in my sleep.

Someone that guides ME day by day.

And, helps ME along my hurried way.

When I’m feeling all alone.

In my heart, I search and roam.

For that person I never really see.

But, I know, lives deep down, inside of ME.

 

Bridget Knox (Written in 1980)