Best Blind Leading The Blind Poems
Come on artists
lets play a game
its all different to me and i want you to see how i am different
and let me shine as you sign up another way
as i prove to you my leadership of this new age wave
cards cards
give them new meanings
like you never knew you could
and lets make the psychics pine through our words to figure out
what they are reading and believing
I wanna see your hearts and spades
dressed in tall grass or lemonaide
i wanna see your cups and wands
inbetween whispering winds and songs lead me there
i know you can come on
come on
come on be strong
like a suit of clubs or diamonds
show me something
and then sprinkle your writings
and we'll make collectors out of all those we invite here
as they read and ponder the meanings of our literature
whats in your hand?
a royal flush a pair?
and as we deal the cards they stumble upon at this endless game
of cribbage or poker
or tarock
or war who is winning and getting points?
what card means what to who and why
tell me artist as you write with your style on low and high
what makes what suit smile and fade shine and slide?
inside outside sphere of influence
be their collective the object of the psychics to crave?
blind leading the blind
and something they are after for days and days
a few cards your favorite cards play smart or dumb
shuffle the cards pick a game deal a hand
reveal what your playing and one day i'll tell you what we're playing what your
cards mean
if nothing
to someone one day when the stumble your way
the mystery of nothing speaks something
and we rebuild the puzzle of cartomancy better and better this way
just inspire
once you know you can't
blind leadin gthe blind
so after you read this you can't
play along your uninvited
strike it off your list of things to do
round one is over now go find all who wrote
all who write all who have wriitten the masterpieces
of cards and see what they mean today and collect them for that is something no
one else can do
until round two....
I Don't Understand ?
why do some people get away with things and others don't
people are people so why should it be you and I appear awfully
no one questions anymore no one has a voice
it's the blind leading the blind soon will fall into a ditch
all the hero's and legends I knew as a child turned into idols of clay
don't you believe in what t.v. or the radio says about you
many seek for solace amidst the inner plight of silence
death is there doormat they squeeze all the love out of you
some seek to drawn there sorrows in a bottle like no tomorrow
the impulse of a hug takes a back seat with cheap lust
why does one equate logic for fear ?
I sit again in the silence alone,
minds that plug for bitter destruction in their brain washed minds
how it rains on the just & unjust...
a tug at the heart will light the inner spark to what I've been waiting for....
man has constructed living pyramids to honor their dead,
the notion of no atheists in fox holes
I don't debate them anymore only choose to love them instead
the walking dead having viscous hanging fangs that bite...
dot the i's and cross the t's
we resign as living socialites in our miniature soldier war
a toast of friends only to discover there is no love in their hearts
there are heads in the street for a burning cause but for what ?
they all claim its a banner of love but its hate in disguise
a lover in life is not the sinner
weak willed tyrants feeling a funeral in their brain
Why is love cheap lust these days get back to the basics
we choose to hide behind the false garb of compromise
Can't we see through all those twisted Satanic lies ?
In the days of Ancient times
Men and woman honors the Gods
The Gods and humans were one
In the days of Ancient times
Men and woman looked to the Gods
For advisement and were led by them
But the Gods left men and women because
They found new gods to follow worship and believe in
The gods of money and technology and dark magic
Men and woman were like the blind leading the blind
The Gods of the Ancient times were left in the background
And forgotten because the men and woman asked the Gods to follow them
The Gods lamented because the men and Woman were more like their brothers and sisters to the Gods and not children
From the Gods point of view their brothers and sisters had died because their memories of the Gods were no more
From the point of view of the brothers and sisters the Gods had abandoned them because they had lost their memories of the Gods
Disharmony and disunity was in both heaven and earth
But in time and after a time
The Cause created the effect
A clarion call went out from the Mother of the Gods
She sang a beautiful song
A song from the center of the Universal Harmony
The song was heard from the heavens and went down into the Earth
The song caused the Earth to quiver and shake
The song awakened The Aquarian who forged a new path of fiery flood waters
The Gods had returned to woman and men
The Bridge of Light was reformed in their minds and hearts
And the Gods of Ancient times lead the woman and men
To their rightful place in the Universe of Things
you can't make your heart beat something it won't
it's either heaven or hell now I got a good story to tell
rap your rap well from the heart
this will light the inner spark to what I'm waiting for
someday's it maybe a chore
don't listen to critics cause most will bring you down
I mean they mean well if it's in the positive mode
positive reinforcement is good for the heart
rap as you dream of better days
never getting lost in a purple haze
look to the old school masters of the past
with hearts an opened door beating fast
be who you are on the inside
don't try to hide behind four walls that squeal
others may address this as being no big deal
yet there's only one life will soon be passed
only what's done out of love will last
people need to be more opened minded but their blinded
by Satan the god of this world
they twist your words to fit their fancy
gone are the days when Sid met Nancy
let the heavenly light be your guide instead we hide
shattered glass on the basement floor lest I implore
seek truth with all of your heart
then you will light the inner spark to what your waiting for
get in the zone watch a lot of Home Alone
busy as a bee rapping the rhyme as a blown up mystery
something up your sleeve people bleed
does death hurt you the most or is it fear
I shed a single tear to help numb its inner pain
still no one question anymore
no one has a voice were just the blind leading the blind
soon will fall into a great ditch feverish pitch
I'm only human after all
sin has been evident after the fall
then onto the no it all
rap to your hearts content & have a ball
Sat in the car outside the school
Wait for the bell you grown up fool
Have to be there 45 minutes prior
Why is the parking really so dire
The parking problem stresses me out
All i want to do is scream and shout
If people car shared it would help all
It would go smooth like an elegant ball
No pressure no stress to put on my mind
No longer the blind leading the blind
A place of fun where children learn
Not a place I want to burn
The parents need to remember this
Learn to park and remain courteous
The playground is for frolics and meeting
Not a place parents do thier bleating
All cliques at school should be banned
School is part of this great land
My Philosophy
let me loose in this here caboose
Sucka's going to see me before I go pee pee
Buggy down to the sock's just as the famed Scott Lerock
I'm the man with the plan with this mic in my hand
Ain't it a pity when you hate the city
Gotta a combover homeboy for president
so, a long time ago let the truth be told
you will do as you are told until the rights to you are sold
Listen to my dream no people scream eating some ice cream
I visual eyes with my own two eyes
the lost will be found a sound
of laughter filling the air not a care
it's easy don't you see the love feast of reality
yet it seems where falling apart at the seams
We got heads in the street spitting out lies
Does this all come at a big surprise
No it's foretold from the good book of love
nestled with humble brevity from up above
so six feet under on a dead man's chest
the social unjustice is in quite a mess
it's the blind leading the blind and soon will fall into a ditch
wait till I get a hold of my brand new pitch
many rappers today just want to diss
this I clearly dismiss cause a winner in life is but another loser
But gets up and gives it one last try
for this I cannot lie...
Remember Death Row still looking up to the sky
got gangster rappers just free stylin
Night club days are all over
two many thugs that want to punch you on the shoulder
still I'm here undercover as I turn the system on like Stevie Wonder
heres how i see it
and heres how it is
living in this world where half of it is advanced
with indoor plumbing
television
stereos
cell phones
computers
and a huge chunk of the globe is not
part of the world still has a hole in the floor for a toilet
and we say ignorance is bliss
oh funny funny man on the moon
the joke you really meant in the Hollywood basement
of one giant step for man
and one leap for mankind
Have we not clued in yet?
Do we not live blind leading the blind?
Am i the only enlightened who realizes
that we were in space probably 70 years before we made it public to the world
and Nasa is full of it
oh funny funny funny man on the moon
why is society so gullible to think
that the governments technology hits the mainstream market
before they use it for years and perfect it and work out all the bugs
and then hands us something that just looks faulty
and we fall for it hook line and sinker
give me a moment
funny funny funny us
half the world buries their waste
and we flush it away
half the world has technology and half of it is in the stone age
and yet we seem to think
that whoever invents these things has no ties
or affiliation to putting us under their thumb
i mean come on do the math
they landed on the moon
how they tell you they send sattelites into space is a truth within alie
they made up 50 years ago
and were falling for it today
let me play
i get it
society is dumb
I'll write something yesterday
say i wrote it today
no one will know what to believe
I'll even put a cowboy hat on
I'm sure those cowboy western movies
they had just as many cameras and cellphones
but didn't release them in the market
consider yourself a fool
if you don't think they don't have something in their pocket full of tricks they are
working on right now
they're going to sell to the future
and no one gets the famous joke
the man on the moon told to the mensa geniuses
but a hush fell over the crowd
and I'm sure there was consequences for laughing
and chances are even they were blinded by the bling
life and blind leading the blind
such an easy concept to grasp
and man on the moon
your a funny funny funny man!
For it was 29 years ago
When as I boy I left home
On the train other lads I find
Apprehensive blind leading the blind
When we got to our destination
Shouting started is this an allucination
Standing still waiting for orders
That corporal from the Scottish Borders
Get on the bus he shouts at us
Some of the lads begin to cus
The transport takes us through the gates
Some may say this place I hate
Marched around real fast
Shown our accommodation at last
Sitting waiting for other lads to show
Some just say I gotta go
The peace is broken with a shout
Everyone get out, get out
We all mingle on that damp night
Sergeant shouting gives us a fright
Welcome speach the stage was his
Ok boys haircuts it is
Prepare to double to the barbers shop
Hair on the floor could make a mop
After this was uniform time
Hurry up get in line
In this queue we had to wait
Issued clothes and a metal plate
Back to the room with all this kit
Placed into the locker by my pit
Then lights out at 10 pm
Wait for tomorrow's mayhem
The blind leading the blind, what is seen is how its heard
the thoughts that make the story are lost behind the words
do you see it as you view it, or take a deeper look
do you read into the narrative or judge the cover of the book
Is the figure cold and dirty, the shell of what he's made
or the unforgiven soul, that is waiting to be saved
does that body clad so poorly hold more than what is shown
or just another mannequin, that has reaped just what was sown
Did you spare a dollar this morning or was your vision blind
or was that lonesome beggar just in the shadows of your mind
you see that youth with his hooded clothes and jeans hung round his waist
could he be a high school scholar or does his style not suit your taste
That girl there, with the pushchair, yes she has a name
does she love the child she carried, or did she play a foolish game
And that solemn face behind the bars,the prisoner to his crime
Or the broken life held captive and the victim of a lie
That woman in the wheelchair, animated by expression
does she really have no hopes and dreams or are you too deaf to listen
that classy car, the modest tie, the briefcase at his side
is there a dark deceitful truth, buried deep beneath his pride
no life ahead with a dead end job, shoveling gruel from a grease filled tray
or the maturing child of a broken home, paying bills 'mum' couldn't pay
two babies need to find new homes, is it proof she couldn't cope
or could she not make the perfect life so instead she gave them hope
So they live on a rough estate, they're deviant thieving 'yobs'
and see their buttoned shirts and ties, they're private school 'snobs'
do you just see flecks of peeling paint, view this canvas as a whole
or define each stroke of the artists brush that reach right to the soul
If opportunity played a fairer game and made judgement realise
then possibility could do its part, allow wisdom to remove disguise
yet with judgement passed and truth unseen, realisation is unable
to protect our children and ourselves 'living under the weight of a label'
Love makes you stupid.
It makes you wait
by the phone,
praying that it rings.
It numbs the annoyance,
‘cuz when you hear them,
it’s all worth it.
Love makes you stupid.
It has you commit
before you know all the facts,
you just want to be theirs,
so it’s no looking back.
You’re madly in love,
and you’re never mad long,
with them you feel joy,
more than you had when alone.
Love makes you stupid.
Things will end
when they need to,
pop back up
when they don’t,
have you fighting
the hard truths,
like “you loved all along”.
You never did stop,
just got better at hiding.
Took big steps
in denial.
Told yourself
you weren’t lying.
Love makes you stupid.
It has you
writing these poems.
How many ways
to disquise
in words
that you love him.
Love makes you stupid.
Suspicious behavior.
Doing things,
breaking “rules”,
not thinking twice,
pushing full speed ahead,
got yourself on that ride.
Both of you smitten,
with a love open ticket,
blind leading the blind.
Love makes you stupid.
*sigh*
the proof,
was all in that sigh,
but I know,
you’re far gone,
off riding that high.
Love.
It’ll do that to you.
Living in my troubled past
I ponder the road not taken
I thought I'd found my way at last
Only to be mistaken
The wayside holds my fallen dreams
But yet I can't turn back
That's the way it always seems
Never finding what I lack
Regret is now my shadow's name
He follows close behind
The two of us become the same
The blind leading the blind
Hope's become a foreign place
A place I cannot go
No plan to fix the things I face
I wander to and fro
"When I grow up I want to be"
These words never seemed so real
Without a purpose I didn't see
That I'd be standing still
The Truth Behind A Smile
Your used to strength that can break a thousand walls,
strength that wins no matter who calls.
You stand and fight for its all you know,
but the buzz inside now gives a painful glow.
Confusion, pain, addiction, to talk of a few,
feelings of emptiness, despair, and loneliness too.
you want to stand tall and face with a grin,
but the enemy’s inside and you cant get to him.
You run for help and describe your pain,
to any that will listen for selfish gain.
The advice is given by the few you trust,
like the blind leading the blind you regrettably adjust.
Colours of the rainbow now all fade to black,
years will pass and force you off track.
All hope you had will start to fade,
with eyes and mind racing when you head is laid.
When all you have is threatened by the demon inside,
you cant stand tall so you escape behind pride.
Your head is buried so very deep,
anything you had all feels cheap.
But this is not your fault why did this happen to me,
all you want back is the nice place to be.
But still no light and your undoubtedly ill,
and you think its all down to a white coats pill.
But on i will walk like so many times before,
and i will stand and brawl until opens the door.
Up i will get, brushed away with the dust,
for i am the strength. i must, i must.
Diminished
Diminished sight, hearing, reasoning ability;
If one should show signs of these,
Old Age must take responsibility!
Can't see further than mah nose sometimes,
'Specially when it's dark or cloudy,
But from last night's shows on TV,
I learnt blind folks could learn to get by.
This reminds me of the blind leading the blind,
Along a path full of sorrow.
For they go without first checking,
Where or how to follow!
Diminished in finances by going
Into your own Recession, Repression of funds
You expected from past stow-always to enjoy
A life-style worth living, in a moderate sense.
Why did't you be like most Tom Fools,
Heading for sprees, curses, gambling
And other follies in a gain less ventures,
Until all are gone,
Waiting to see what Tom Sensible put
Away for a rainy day!
SHE SAID COME DOWN AND SING FOR ME I HAVEN'T HEARD YOU PLAY
IT'S BEEN A LONG, LONG TIME I'D LIKE TO SEE YOU ANYWAY
AND CAN YOU MAKE IT SOON SHE SAID AND GAVE ME HER BEST SMILE
AND I CAN FIX SOME SUPPER BABY, IF YOU CAN PLAY AWHILE
YES I CAN FIX US SUPPER BABY AND YOU CAN STAY AWHILE
I BOUGHT SOME WINE AND HAAGEN DAZ AND ROLLED A KILLER J
THEN TAXIED TO HER CONDO AND ASKED HOW WAS HER DAY
SHE SAID SHE'D BEEN MISTREATED AND TERRIBLY ABUSED
AND MEN COULD NOT BE TRUSTED AND HOW SHE'D BEEN MISUSED
AND NOW THAT DRUGS AND MONEY HELPED HER GET ALONG
PERHAPS SHE'D BY MY PATRON IF I PUT HER IN A SONG
BUT WHAT SHE REALLY NEEDED WAS SIMPLY TO BELONG
I SAID I NEED THE PRACTICE SINCE I'M LOOKING FOR A PLACE
THAT CAN USE A LONE GUITARIST BUT A FROWN CONQUERED HER FACE
SHE SOFTLY SAID DON'T BOTHER IF ITS PRACTICE THAT YOU DO
CAUSE I'M LOOKING FOR A LOVER AND I HOPED IT MIGHT BE YOU
YES, I'M LOOKING FOR A LOVER BABY, PLEASE LET IT BE YOU
NAPOLEON WAS SILENT AS I STARED INTO HIS FLAME
IN AN ORANGE COLORED CANDLE THAT SEEMED TO MELT HIS NAME
I WAS PART OF HER COLLECTION OF MODERN WORKS OF ART
THAT COLLECTS DUST LIKE A MAGNET TILL THE COLORS FALL APART
WHY DO WE ALWAYS LOOK FOR MORE IN SPITE OF WHAT WE GET
INSTEAD OF BEING GRATEFUL WHEN THE PIECES ALMOST FIT
SHE DRAINED A GLASS OF CHARDONAY AND LED ME TO HER BED
LIKE A DECOY PADDLING SILENTLY THROUGH PAGES BEING READ
ANOTHER ROOM TO WANDER IN, BLIND LEADING THE BLIND
IMPROBABLE TO DUPLICATE, IMPOSSIBLE TO MIND
NEVER EVER SATISFIED, ETERNAL WRINKLED BROW
WANTING WHERE AND WHEN WHILE WE HAVE THE HERE AND NOW
I DIDN'T SING FOR SUPPER THERE, THE MUSES STAYED AWAY
TILL SUPERLATIVE EXHANGES OVER COFFEE THE NEXT DAY
WE READ EACH OTHER'S HOROSCOPES AND TRIED TO REALLY FEEL
OUR COMIC SECTION DRAMA WAS SOMETHING MORE THAN REAL
NEVER EVER SATISFIED, ETERNAL WRINKLED BROW
WANTING WHERE AND WHEN WHILE WE HAVE THE HERE AND NOW
NOW I'M BACK IN MY APARTMENT, FEET UP ON A CHAIR
STRUMMING MY GUITAR, GLAD THAT SHE'S NOT HERE
ALWAYS WANTING MORE INSPITE OF WHAT I GET
INSTEAD OF BEING GRATEFUL WHEN THE PIECES ALMOST FIT
NEVER EVER SATISFIED, ETERNAL WRINKLED BROW
WANTING WHERE AND WHEN WHILE I'VE GOT THE HERE AND NOW
WANTING WERE AND WHEN WHILE I'VE GOT THE HERE AND NOW
life's split personalities refusing to be held hostage by mass destruction
the truth of everyone alive is deserving of living a good life
a global conspiracy for global disarment where no will not be an answer
blind leading the blind if this you dont see
get ready to bounce
slide the prophet
pass the note
switch the slip
society held hostage by the constant fear of this nightmare
of mass destruction
your turn is over
life is telling you to stand down
with a promise to slide into the 11 lives he doesn't plan to keep
to comit suicide in your body and not cry
practice makes perfect
lies of liars lieing about other liars lies
our nightmare is over
or die trying to keep hell on earth
your turn is over
the entire planet agrees
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2
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marble my spoon
color the triangle
count the circles
the blessings being mastermined as we rob our own miracle
to replace the negatives with the positives to win in a big way
blind leading the blind if you do not see we were born to live happy
not die in terror of ourselves in confusion
take sometime to prepare yourself
to humble yourself to a god
or die for the hell you are bent on
this is a threat life promises to you
my nightmare ends
life is too short for torturing ourselves this way
lead to your demise by sex and chocolate
our demonstration of sex and diamonds
a one track mind laying the rails
all aboard on this soulbound prayer
the locomation coming your way