Robert Lindley Poet Prose Poetry

How Can the Blinded Ever Bear To See

How Can The Blinded Ever Bear To See

Above drudgery of this life
skies just begging to be seen
sun sends its warmth and its hello
to a humanity that oft wanders blind,
in its glories rotten to its core.
What shouts out in sorrows and in epic pains
none but retributions and loss of sweet hope
born by a mad walk down vanity's darkest path
complete with arrogance of want to be gods!

Above the Dragon that lies in wait
its sharp claws spoiled with dried bloods
its legions prowling for pleasures they need
world rewarding as such merit thus calls-
to misery, sacrifices fruits of death.
How can the blinded ever bear to see
morbid curse they adore and truly embrace
for mortal souls lounge in festering ponds
and moan in silence among valleys of midnight calls!

Above pits of cavernous despairs
man races into his welcoming abyss
his heart chained to selfish desires
mind a cage of ego driven exasperation,
poison arrows sent to pierce truth.
When will life's beauty, its powers happily reveal
to a mad herd claiming gems born of darkness
and at dawn's rise plead for their well hidden masks
so as no stray mirror dares shines most feared truth!

Robert J. Lindley, 7-17-2019
Prose, ( What Time And Truth May One Day Reveal )

Note:
Strange the waves that oft surge within dream seas
views of dark pits and direst moaning pleas
anguish born from travels on earth's darken paths
and saddest sorrows, fruits of divine wrath.

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Besma Riabi Dziri July 20, 2019 at 6:28 PM You dive deep into the beauty of your insight.. you soar to higher levels of impressive poetry.. you never cease to amaze and captivate an avid reader's soul! A great work of Art and mind, immensely pleased to read up to you, Robert, and touch the Light of your poetry! Definitely a FAV.. my deepest regards and blessings.

Kurt Ravidas July 19, 2019 at 4:35 PM A poet consists of three: a teacher, a prophet and a magician. Here a prophet speaks. Robert Lindley July 20, 2019 at 12:44 PM Thank you my friend. I believe you are correct in that those three teacher, prophet and magician must all commit to the Art of Poetry with truth passion, heart and soul. With the goal of giving.... as life has given unto them....

Connie Marcum Wong July 17, 2019 at 6:34 PM Expressive of reality my friend. I agree with Victor. Wonderful prose! : ) xxoo Robert Lindley July 18, 2019 at 5:36 AM Thank you my dear friend. This dark piece is meant to give delve into the sad truth of life as we fallen creatures live it without the divine guidance of Light and thus walk devoid of hope in darkness and oft epic despair..