I grew from a thought
and yet remain unbound
I’m a bomb to man
from the day he was born,
never was his friend
so, I rob him of his youth
health and hope.
Yet, he says
I heal all wounds
and all wounds are decaying.
I torment him,
take away his family
then fade them away.
Feeling generous, by leaving
him memories of what was.
I govern him by controlling
his every decision,
regrets and losses.
I corrode, decay
and yet I don’t exist,
existing in the minds of man.
Man trade me for currency
and never promising
freedom, only a trip
to the grave.
He always gamble
with his life as
I loop him in karmic cycles,
blindfolding him and
throwing him in a maze,
a maze, he
just completed
now of which
he doesn’t know
and yet I don’t exist,
existing in the minds of man.
Categories:
blindfolding, age, birth, death, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
There was a beach in Penang once,
it is there now, but for us,
only in this moment and no other.
You and I walk along a golden ray of sunset.
I think the small boarding house
has gone somewhere else.
I cannot recall its shape, its walls, and windows,
they have flown away, they roost now
like the fruit bats that hang
from those cloud forest mists laden dawns.
Yet, here you are in the palm of my hand
laughing still at a silly joke I made out of thin air.
In that moment
the whole world was an audience for us.
We did not overhear
the surf whispering to the dusk:
how all that is or ever was, returns to leave
in the same moment.
We did not see, nightfall blindfolding the sea.
That tropical Island, has moved on
to another beach, another sunset,
and now only appears to us,
as a featureless blue sky, and the sound
of distant laughter.
Categories:
blindfolding, poetry,
Form: Free verse
maypole in winter?
blindfolding fog folds and cold ~
ribbons of rays rage
29 October 2021
Categories:
blindfolding, satire, seasons,
Form: Haiku
I reach for you, eyes closed -
for the seen cannot speak
as well as these fingertips.
Our senses are dipping birds,
each sip, a speech of sensuality
that opens our blossoming skins.
I round you with my hips and arms,
you turn me, gather me into
your awakening flesh.
How like a sweet fruit you are,
your succulence a spell that binds me
drunkenly to your aroma.
Plummet me my love,
let your fingernails rake
every thirsting need.
I am the lick for your hurts,
you the claws for my blood.
Together we dance for the dark,
entwined as vines
in this blindfolding night.
Categories:
blindfolding, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Inner Sanctum.
.
Deep within all us there is a treasured secret place
Where the curse of time can stand still
And the harsh infernal din of life
Haste no home or face
Dissipating the clutter that disturb the burdened mind
Drifting away letting go
Leaving realty far behind
Being at one and at peace with the world
Synchronising the unconscious
Trough nothingness eclipsing heart soul and mind
A liberation of the spirit
Releasing the caged bird to fly
And blindfolding the minds
Attentive eye.
.
Peter DomeC2020.
Categories:
blindfolding, peace, silence,
Form: Free verse
vocal drapes draped
casualties blindfolding fate
marauder lipstick shaped
kiss kiss kiss
vocal drapes
?
Categories:
blindfolding, art,
Form: Concrete
It is knowledge and understanding beyond the seen
and not the mind, losing its charisma.
Laid down unmerited blessings is best imagined,
being qualified is by belief and not a diploma.
It’s unbelievable and strange to the world,
such a road is never short of stigma.
Its carriers are tagged blind and myopic
with neighbours wondering if it’s mental glaucoma.
Truth shoulders its complexities
as reasoning partners with facts,
leaving convictions to serve as reality’s aroma.
But much glory waits such stand,
fueling hope to operate a wide cinema.
The present usually blurs the future
like a child in its pregnant mama.
Sight is limited but understanding runs deep,
without it, one will live but in a conscious coma.
Categories:
blindfolding, christian, faith, god, inspiration,
Form: Light Verse
WILLIAM WALLACE
Blindfolding Justice, lest the blind might see,
what tyrany's been passed down countless years
by those who make the claim, nobility
are all the ties that bind through death and tears.
What manner of a man stands up to these
annointed to the reign passed down by name?
No archer known to anyone who sees,
could suffer all, lest freedom is his flame.
Do endings end it all, or just begin
the pure of thought, that life is meant to please?
Though he was dragged and naked for his sin,
are kings not lost, and fallen to their knees?
And yet, their holding on is all life shows,
Through centuries royalty still comes and goes.
© ron Arbuthnot
Categories:
blindfolding, freedom, hero, history, rights,
Form: Sonnet
My eyes closed,
and my mind froze,
while my heartbeat rose.
And the heavens yawned and roared, and it felt very close.
Wow! So clearly,
I could see the womb of the sky,
carrying God in it's moon,
and spreading the clouds with a sliver spoon.
I remained so numb and lost,
and floated through frost.
For no cost,
I was sold to cold.
And I grew very old
and folded into the silence of its dew,
and watched shadows woo silence,
while whispering angels without wings but halos, danced in the purest shades of darkness, and spat lightening from their eyes, and also vomited stars.
Suddenly,
a splash of urine from the sky flogged my face and washed off the dew of illusions blindfolding my vision.
And my brain yawned open,
to notice that I was not only scared, sweating, but I have also urinated on myself,
because I thought I saw God.
Categories:
blindfolding, imagination,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Carefully her inner eyes glistened
As the music proceeded with utmost preference
The swift glissandos had cured and decorated her existence bare
Naked, she looked all alone
Beautifully stunned in awe appreciation of the “musical dew of silence”
The food of renewal for the soul
And as the chords rose
She was in no doubt lost in-between intertwining rainbows
While the orchestra proceeded
Blindfolding her visions in missions of star lights,
She appeared color stunned
Now I know that she had understood the essence and relationship between music and colors
As the waves and ripples brought her a gift of soothing relief from every form of grief
What some never achieve
Her inner self gradually awoke calm yet in crescendo with the music
And as the music descended
It unfurled with tears of understanding humbly from all eyes in diminuendo
Further magnified by the resounding applause dispersed in thunderous appreciation
Sealing the finale with a wholehearted emotional and heartfelt release ….
Categories:
blindfolding, on writing and wordsmusic,
Form: I do not know?