Eyes and Hands
Liars hide their eyes, / Shutting windows to the soul. / Just look at their hands.

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Eyes and Hands
Liars hide their eyes, / Shutting windows to the soul. / Just look at their hands.
Chance
You pick a number, / Roll the dice or choose your suit. / How are your chances?
Heroes and Villains
Heroes and villains. / They’re both from the same story, / Just from different views.
Part 3: The Fool
The fool stares upon the winding road, Hands tremble, eyes dart, breath caught, As they gaze upon the path where spirits roam. What a poor miserable fool, unable to fathom this is it, They belong on this winding road, to wander wherever they may. But they are cemented in place, such a lonely silly fool. The fool needs help, but there are none. The fool needs guidance, but there are none. The fool needs friends, but there are none. They feel a feather-light tap, letting a dog-like yelp escape, As the fool spun around to see what monster it could be. They sighed. The fool was silly, The fool was absurd! A hand extended in greeting did they return As on the blind man, a smile did turn.
Part 2: The Blind Man
A blind man wanders down a winding road. He needs not his eyes, as he’s been here many before, But his ears to listen to the soul of passing spirits. Many spirits wander along this winding road. They saunter, march, dance and dash, They come big and small, twos and more, But most prefer the party of one, and this man was no different. He may interact with the spirits, conversing, assisting, maybe jest, Creating acquaintances as quick as counting your fingers. Don’t be fooled by the blind man’s friendly front, For he’s on this path for one purpose, and one purpose only:
To find the fool who killed him.
Part 1: The Castle
Beyond the city, the caves, the desolate valley, A castle stands in silence as the wood trees sway. Silence in its walls, its homes, its halls, Any sign of life or feeling, a mere myth in the minds of souls. Fun, tragedy, anger, all were absent as others traverse, But they must be wary, as there are souls who reside here. They live in shadows, for they have been judged, Cast to the void To be the very shadows at your feet.
I’ve Been Thinking
Haikus are lovely, / But I’ve been thinking about / Sharing my stories.
Emptiness
I’m trying to draw, / But there’s emptiness inside. / Where’d my passion go?
Opportunity
Doors open and close. / Opportunity arrives, / And sometimes it goes.
Away
Now away from home. / A cacophony of cars / Outside my window.
Imagination
Soaring through the skies / As I sit still in silence. / Imagination.
Clear
A weight has lifted. / Songbirds sing and the sun shines / Where everything’s clear.
Hang in there.
Between you and me, / there’s a bright future in store / for you. Hang in there.
Soldier
Don’t give in, soldier. / Not when the sky turns crimson / or the ground gives in.
Light
When everything’s dark, / even if it’s just a spark, / please look for the light.
Time for a Pattern (I suppose?)
Well, son of a gun, / it’s time to make a pattern. / Only every three!
Marionette
There’s hesitation / without a hand to guide me. / A marionette.