Ash Wednesday! Eyes Know

​Eyes Know 
Written by Ash Wednesday 


I am common law married to my work computer.
She is just as touchy and temperamental as I was at her age. 
But when sparks fly you'll be the one that's calling
I am sorry for the way I treated you in the past. 

And I'll smile and simply respond with an 
"I know." " All Good, No Worries.' You must think I am pretty stupid." Or with a: "Couch or Out kinda night?' 

All depends on who is fronting the voice box that night. Who is running the radios frequency station. 
Who knows what time it is you'll call. 
But I pick up on patterns pretty well. 

Because I am paid to observe a lot of things 
Some of obvious, others are unseen.
Did you think I really had all these talents for nothing?
I haven't been the most forthcoming lately, or have I been forgetting? 

Eyes know what you are doing 
And wearing, and listening to and sweating over 
What keeps you up at night, and the saddest I can see and feel that sadness miles away. 

​I don't even have to be in the same hemisphere to hear your collective cries. And I am sorry I thought you knew what you were getting into a ghost of a person who was barely there to begin with. 

But who sells secrets, and then disappears. 
Who is so fragile, I will break in your hand 
Shattered like a lightbulb that got to hot on me and exploded. 

She is hard to read, but she loves to squirrel little clues for you to find later. I am sorry for your confusion, this isn't a conflict of interest, or an attack of the intimacy of my affection. 

Take care and note what I am willing to write
I like to see you sweat. And if you're finding the false trails, we'll just so you know I leave little traps for fun. 
To see who is really listening, and watching and observing. 

​Eyes know 
What makes you sweat at night 
Eyes know 
What makes you blind to the light 

I have to get my fix of course
How else can I help so many people 
You should have understood that from the beginning
You knew what I was before you applied for the position. 

Happy New Year's I hope you continue to take a look at yourselves and see the patterns that you habitually hide, and sweep under the rugs from yourself. I wish you nothing but presents. And welcoming everyone and all elements. 

Eyes know you'll do great. 
This is your year to thrive
To break all these stereotypes 
And I'll be along for the ride. 


Ash Wednesday