Looking And Liking Not. Poem by Ripper Jones

The strong, unmixed wine of beauty
That our eyes deceive us not,
Also lets in harsh reality,
Like spirits that abuse the throat.

Eyes that blink in the moment,
Like a forgotten grain of sand,
Letting in rays of torment
Diffuse and upset the mind-set grande.

Forever we are cursed or blessed
By the light let in and caught.
In the passing bubble of life
That bursts time's forget me not.

Eyes that drain our very being,
Unmerciful seers of a future past,
Forgotten in the dry bones of freeing
From the graves that we fear at last.