spiritual culture hemmed in by rules
practices needing will and lower mind
seeking enablements for which heart drools
are but pass-times of blind leading the blind
for till cravings of ego are declined
our fickle heart will continue to sigh
unlike yonder bird soaring in the sky
She took a step back from the world
what it wanted her to be
She wasn't who she was anymore
what they once did see
She saw things differently now
Her eyes were open wide
She was broken open
To things she could no longer hide
Every where she looked she saw ego
She saw hate for mankind
People who judged and criticized eachother
The blind leading the blind
Only caring to be right
Only caring to be heard
Never stopping to listen to anybody elses word
She released her self from the facade
She released herself from the rat race
Knowing life isn't a competition
And no one wins first place
For life is a journey
Not a written consent
Not a place to throw shade on others
Not a place to vent
She wanted to live for humanity
She wanted to live with a humble heart
She knew changing and healing herself was the best place to start
Her eyes were now wide open
They were no longer a blur
She now sees a world that needs benevolence
That was the becoming of her..
When the world watches on wondering what is going on
Looking for the answers written in the lines of your song
Liken to the blind leading the blind, who is following who
And those who can see coming forward for a better view
I’m stood at this cross-roads wondering which way to go
With God pointing upwards and the Devil pointing below
Wisdom tells me the grass isn’t greener on the other side
Taking the low roads only leaves you crossing rivers wide
The higher roads are more lonely and takes on you its toil
With sleeping under the stars, and your feet upon the soil
Where only the persistent are prepared to follow your trail
Like if you were on a mission, to search for that Holy Grail
I ain’t looking at the ones behind me, only the ones ahead
Who have learned their life lessons, and already prepared
To finish off our final learning journey of this forsaken life
Clean our souls of demons that live inside us, that are rife
Before making our final journey back, with an inner peace
Where onto others, only better times, we can then release
Based on culture we believe,
form of God as scriptures weave,
affirmed by pastors who preach,
though truth remains out of reach.
Our faith helps us to go on,
when at night we wait for dawn
but it’s but a crutch we use,
to stand strong facing abuse.
When tested, faith is shaken,
for unless we awaken,
facing fear we’ll crouch in fright,
since we have not seen God’s light.
Burn the book, is what we say,
making love our heart’s mainstay,
that as opposites dissolve,
in time we slowly evolve.
Faith is a function of mind,
like the blind leading the blind,
so instead let us be still,
our soul aligned with God’s will.
Simply feeling, not thinking,
our awareness unblinking,
focus firm, let then bliss burn
nodes within mind-body urn.
Breath by breath imbibing grace,
of ego there’s left no trace,
whence we see God in plain sight,
in our heart’s cave, light soft white.
Back to basics, to be free,
the face of God we must see,
since words offer not the taste
of God’s love, tender and chaste.
I must have wished a thousand times
that somehow we could live our lives
for something more.
And I can’t help but wonder why
we strive to keep so much in line,
what is it for?
Can’t you see we spend our time
building what we call “The Grind”,
finding ways to numb the pain it causes.
The blind leading the blind.
Can’t you see we spend our time
building what we call “The Grind”.
What is it for?
Belief and faith is a function of mind,
which is a thought spiral that encumbers,
religion is but blind leading the blind
and know there is no safety in numbers,
for until we rest mind, our soul slumbers.
Attachment to form is our thought trigger,
so let’s hush it before it grows bigger,
for which once we shift into calm tranquil,
weakened ego can no longer sniggr,
having truly surrendered to God’s will.
26-April-2023
dead men walking
predicting patterns
anticipating outcomes
self limiting possibilities
languishing in darkness
blind leading the blind
a tragedy of our times
14-December-2022
Watching a crackdown is like witnessing the devil at work
breaking into a camper van bodied armoured police
destroying property with rifles and semi automatics dressed in riot gear
if this is how you end a peaceful protest based on basic human rights
Then seeing an old woman being trampled upon
and an old man kneed to the ground with brutal force
it looks to me like a communist takeover lawless beings
Corrupt dictators destroying the acts of freedom to stand up
martial law declares war on the innocent no longer brainwashed
this use of force clearly establishes a great division authority wise
It tries to crush opposition by penalising them hauling people away
the red army has risen crushing the righteous from opposing
Sure many can now see criminals in suits are the worst kind
its like the blind leading the blind into hell to begin with
peace has never been achieved by means of force and dungeons
Donald Trump is one of a kind
Because he is out of his mind
The void fills with gas
That blows out his ass
And leaves the blind leading the blind
We are taught to fear our neighbor
We are taught to fear ourselves
we are taught we don't know what's best for us
We must accept these pills
We are taught to blindly follow the masses
we are taught to blindly follow police
we are taught to blindly follow media
We must accept their beliefs.
5/1/2018
Kale Brereton
each of us is in the same cage here
for we shed some tears with empty beers
what will calm all are hidden fears
we desire more but yet what
icons of moving pictures with drifters
long time socialites with laughter
never to prepare for the great here after
shoulder to shoulder we cry on each other
is it any wonder we are all taken under
we *****, pout & scream
living in a land so very mean
stuff gets pushed underneath the rug
yet we still wonder why were even here
i shed a single tear to help numb the inner pain
not having her in my arms was driving me insane
the twilight sun has tainted my inner vision
for I am on a sold out mission
piecing things together under the weather
we so often will treasure
a night in Autumn in Paris
to tresure a red rose that was plucked a time before
the duration of time has created a rhyme
inside we hide behind four walls that bind
it's the blind leading the blind
soon some will be forever left behind
yet we are created and crafted from a great design
in time we shall shine
this s the end of my rhyme
Woke up this morning
With tears in my eyes
The weight of the world
Makes me want to cry
It's heavy with sorrow
And the sin of mankind
The Weight Of The World
It's the blind leading the blind
So they can not see
Who then will tell them
If not you and me
The truth of Gods Word
And the freedom it brings
The Weight Of The World
I've been where they're at
So I know how insane
Falling two steps back
When one forward is taken
They're in a bad dream
And need a good shaken
The Weight Of The World
The weight of the world
Though heavy at times
Can be overcome
Sight returned to the blind
Accept what is true
Instead of the lies
And you'll drop...
The Weight Of The World
where do you go for the truth
if you don't believe what they're telling you
wearing shades over their eyes
so you don't see the lies
false prophets in present times
i'm not sure they even know
everything they're being told
is a far stretch from the truth
would things really change if they knew
satan has a hold of you
in this topsy turvy world
it's hard to believe a single word
time after time, after time, after time
it's the blind leading the blind
spoke of in the end times
makes it really hard to trust
any of these and all of the above
in today's world all you will find
is lies upon lies, upon lies, upon lies
when will that truth you realize
I keep seeing all the crazy nonsense going on from all sides in the world today and don't know who to believe anymore...
Which always leads me back to The Way, The Truth, and The Life which is Jesus Christ. Who puts my heart at ease.
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
We are the visible manifestation of a much deeper design.
Like the tip of an iceberg most of what we are is out of view.
Science tells us that only four percent of what makes up the Universe is visible to us, ninety six percent is unseen and unknown.
Science calls the ninety six percent unseen, dark matter and dark energy. They call it dark because they have no clue what either is.
Like the tip of a sharks fin if viewed by the unknowing would give no hint of what's below. Our lives, rules and being are ruled by the tip we see. All that we think we know comes from the visible four percent! A deeper dive would
illuminate ultimate reality, and all that we are and know would change.
It's the blind leading the blind in the world of the visible, and, we can only see a fraction of the visible. What then, in fact, do we really know at all?
When the corporeal turns to dust, when the four percent ceases to exist the ninety six simply ruminates and corporeally manifest itself some time/place else.
This is all just postulation you see, unlike the word of others who'll tell you how things must certainly be.
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