Blacks and blues, a cruel kindness,
A paradox that leaves us blindless
Words that wound but also heal
A mix of pain and love we feel.
Ink blots spill onto the page,
A canvas of our inner rage,
Delight and sorrow are intertwined.
A reflection of the human mind.
Each stroke is a story to be told.
Secrets are hidden yet unfold
In the ink, we find release.
A way to cope, a sense of peace.
The blots become a crafting art.
A glimpse of what's within our hearts
A reminder of the ups and downs,
And how we wear our battle crowns.
So let the ink spill on the page.
Let it be a cathartic stage,
For in the blots, we find our way,
To live again, another day.
Written: June 08, 2023
Categories:
blindless, analogy, appreciation, character, community,
Form: Rhyme
Endless tears
Endless thoughts...
I was blind
The blindless of the mind
Of the love I have on the inside.
Oh! How I hurt on every side.
Heartless beauty you are
I thought you were mine
I gave you all
Now, I am in despair
I never saw the sign
I gave you all.
I could not see
You are a honey bee
So sweet yet with a sting.
Your sweetness, your sting
I wished I had none
For I am now at a loss
Having heard you'd gone
With a to- you-better choice.
You,an unbearable beauty...
That leaves me forever empty.
Categories:
blindless, art,
Form: Rhyme
This storming howl embrace my step to hide
I'm all alone blackened like a rose on my shade
And i close all the blindless view of my eyes
Cause it's riding me to a lonely path.
This tearing rain walk through my soul with grace
My life has just begun with no remorse
But why goodbye is the only way that always taught me to love
Where's the sand of solace for me?.
I can't cut the dawn of my window for a new breed of pain
Some good dreams will set for a deeper vain
Always guiding the sorrow haunt at my anguished shadow
Silently create my own to a nightmare's call.
Categories:
blindless, sadme,
Form: Free verse
There was a time when families had your back,
You didn’t rely on the government to take up the slack.
We even named them Big Brother but that’s not true,
They’re really not blood relation to me or you.
Slowly we are being robbed of our dignity and pride,
Just shells of our selves, hollow inside.
Blindless we march to the beat of their drum,
Taking for granted the final outcome.
Like lambs to slaughter we hop right along,
With no minds of our own as we dance to their song.
Used to families and communities worked together as a whole,
Loving and caring and respecting each others feelings was part of the goal.
But we managed to get over that hurdle and learned disrespect,
With children killing children in school what more can we expect?
When I was a boy going to school,
Respect was a given, it was part of the long lost Golden Rule.
If you wanted to pray that to was your choice,
But kids today are in limbo with no way to express their voice.
It is no more the Governments fault than it is ours,
We elect them to lead us and when they don’t, simply take away those powers.
Categories:
blindless, family, life, political, children,
Form: Verse
What was I to say to her
If I still had my sight
Out of all the people passing
I could smell her walking by...
The perfume she keeps wearing
announces her before she's near
Although I never met her
I get excited when I hear...
The patter of her footsteps
or the scuffing of her heels
No matter if she smiles or frowns
I know the way she feels...
Then one day I spoke to her
just sitting across the aisle
I didn't hear her say a thing
But somehow I sensed a smile...
Categories:
blindless, inspirational, love, on writing
Form: I do not know?
Fire burn me
Hot and fury
Melted flesh upon these rocks
Take this pain and torture hurting
The laugh with danger and the flirting
Glass broken climbing up these blocks
Building block we live around
Silence is the numbing sound
To a place that is always locked
Pain is blindless
Soft and timeless
Wondering who there is to trust
Finding nothing in the forest
In a tree I lay to rest
Burning inside the lust
A sleepless blanket
What do we make it
Soaring high amungst the trees
Fish are swimming, sunlight diming
Finding the spirit that is inside me
Take this fire
Burn it higher
Set me to drift above the sea
Categories:
blindless, imagination, visionary,
Form: Rhyme