Conjuring up images in the mind of distant historical feelings amassed by senses of sight and thought

Beware when you say to another man 'I love you'
you might be thought Gay

Beware when you say about a little girl 'She is adorable'
someone might just turn the eye and think you are peadophile

Robed red in crimson garments of a soiled image
Confused at heart with loss of social identity
Trapped in my mind in the lockers of tales that blur visage

Eye salve
So I start seeing clearly
True pictures in hidden frames of images
As
Eyes see what they see
And brains make what they make
But only of images which is shown

Eye salve

The fires of lust burns bright on the ovens of my heart

And every second the girth spreads into a wildfire
Looking on some hapless victim to devour

Shall I act Ghetto, so for some white chick to pull
Or shall I play the smooth and sleaky, feigning the fool
Just one more streak of thought hit the waves of my brain