Long Blinded Poems
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hanging out amongst those who are like minded
new to the group naive to the lies and deceptions
groomed with gifts fun spotlight low expectations
time goes by everything great money had you blinded
you had the lovers fame reputation all felt so right
competitiveness between group members alike
tension becomes intolerable to the point of dislike
truth be told about how to settle with a fist fight
threats were always spewed but no action taken
group members siding causing small divisions
most tired of the tension making hasty collisions
all about money fashion lovers has caused a shaken
this one particular night you decided not to indulge
feeling not up to par your soul making you elusive
hung out as usual thinking how things can be decisive
something felt off your intuition gave you a nudge
not feeling the vibe decided to step out side for air
unbeknownst to you the tension was thickening
come back in moments later you were witnessing
an argument turned deadly body sit dead in a chair
blood that carries secrets slowly coagulate
thick dark stickiness that drew in flies
smells whilst being puddling burying lies
sitting in panic with beads of sweat from distress
wondering what to do where to go who is who
paranoid with being inexperienced about crime
this was not part of a plan to hang out this time
nobody to trust running scared sleepless night too
would they let you just walk away knowing what you seen
following you haunting you in dreams to scare you quiet
this secret causing the heart and mind to have an inner riot
telling was out of the question not even mentioning the scene
seeing members from time to times looking with evil eyes
made you reevaluate the meaning of like minded people
following popularity status spotlight really reels in sheeple
darker than you will ever admit magic deceit and lies
realizing having your own individuality avoids like mindedness
you don't have to say you endure and was scare most of the time
this experience help heal suppress parts traded for being a slime
learning things about yourself now has you with sharp sightedness
You sit there rocking,
no more people talking,
drifting with the wind across the grain.
It’s peaceful like you planned it.
No one make’s demands it’s
quiet now and every day’s the same.
It’s a shame
that something pure and free,
became a ball and chain tied to misery.
Like an island separate from the land,
the waters made you miss the life you planned.
So you sit there rocking,
the voices that once talked to you have all…
withered away.
Was it the hardness
or something in your veins
that never let hold the things you own?
Just like you sip black coffee
but hate the taste,
you block the world away
but hate to be alone.
Such a shame
that something meant to be,
blinded you to what you could have seen.
Now you know
what you were looking for
was just a winding road toward a closing door.
So sit there rocking
with no more people talking,
drifting with the grain...
whichever way the wind blows.
Ref: The Clover Tune, Mandolin Orange
Transpiring for tranquility,
For that loving long embrace…
Once again, I look away from my existence
And meet your precious gaze
Of whom do we owe our lives, our hearts, our time?
To the one who has died, or the one that dies yet still, for you..?
I ignore the moments of pleasure so trivial in blinded eyes,
To focus my awareness of your bleeding cadence
I see the fury of jealousy riding on the outlines of your jaw
The tension in your frown, the pain in your still, genuine smile
Your face becomes soft in my presence, though from a distance,
You are terminally coarse
You are breaking, awakening by the frenzy of my love,
Crying so darkly for my mind to comprehend your doomed destiny
And in spurts of silver moments,
I do see you,
In all pools of blood and tears,
Mixing with all of the familiar hesitancies and fears
I am fighting now, to push away the useless light of the ignorant multitude
Parting from their detached arrays, into your sweet supple gaze
Where freely the tears fall upon my breast,
Tortuous, the pulse begs merciless against my chest
Your pupils enlarge, rivaling the world in my stare
Perspiring peace glistening in our blend
We realize in this union we owe each other nothing
For we have died together, loved freely, and lived
To suffer again no more
-For Justin Bordner's "The Crosses In Your Eyes" Contest-
Forgive me, childhood, sweet mirage of lost time,
When I ran through fields with dreams tied to the blue sky,
There was a time when I believed your days were endless,
But the desire to grow up blinded me with its deceptive brilliance.
I was naive and didn't realize that every moment is a gift,
I wanted to embrace the future without realizing I was losing the present,
In the balance of life, I placed the dreams of youth,
Unaware that I was wrong, for there is no way back.
I miss your beautiful years when worries were just passing clouds,
We were noisy children, running through meadows with crystal-clear laughter,
Today, memories give me no peace, ghosts of a happy time,
I regret not knowing how to cherish every second, every smile.
Time, cruel and silent, won the game I didn't understand,
It left its mark on my dreams, on my naive desires,
I fed myself with the illusion that I would gain something great,
But my childhood was already the greatest treasure, unknown.
Forgive me, childhood, for wanting to grow up and change the world,
I let myself be seduced by empty fantasies and illusions,
Time gave me a bitter favor, distancing me from you,
But in my heart, you are always present, the eternal joy.
With its silvery veil the moon's pallid sheen
Spectrally cloaks and invests all the homes
Transformed into midnight mausoleums
While those who sleep within can never be seen
As cold as the tomb
As miserable as a morgue
As silent as the grave
As the sheathing of a sword.
The dark shades of night unfold
Where they lie deep shrouded in their beds
Dreams dance lively in their heads
While they look like bodies cold.
Closed to all are the eyes of their resting places
Blinded to outside view
Wrapped in night's dark blue
But within their still frames R.E.M races
Outside in the gloom wreathed like hearses
Stand their silent polished cars in rows
In preparation for sadder blows
When funereal will be the verses.
I’ve been blinded by a blistering light
An atomic angel in the nuclear night
Have they come to take us away at last?
Have they come to punish us for the past?
Let me just hold on
Hold on to these few threads
“Papa, can we bring them
Till we get back home again?”
I’m here in the wilderness with my kin
A makeshift shelter from sticks so thin
The kids are asleep so I cradle the gin
Alone in the reeds with secretions and sin
When morning comes like an atomic cloud
When hard truths assault you like bombs so
loud
Whatever happened to once make you proud
Will be crucified like the Face in the Shroud
Let me just hold on
Hold on to these few threads
“Mama, can we bring them
Till we get back home again?”
Mother and infant, both hopelessly yearning
Scraps of subsistence ‘mid garbage cans burning
Walk up close to them, their cart full of waste
Permanent Babylon — no figure chaste
Now does the sex of the child much matter?
Will its birthday letters be seen ever after,
From up on some small planet’s observing post
Its tiny embryonic, cancerous host?
I’ve been blinded by a ruinous light
A ballistic angel in the wintry night
Have they come to take us away at last?
Have they come to punish us for the past?
Let me just hold on
Hold on to these few threads
“Papa, can we bring them
Till we get back home again?”
When the road is long and you feel you can’t take another step,
Try to stop, just look around at everything created, just as you are
And know that you have it in you to take that one next step.
When the hills are high and the climb feels too tough, have faith
You will be given the strength as long as you keep trying.
When the space feels empty, know that you can fill the space
First on your own, with what you love to do, no matter how simple.
When you least expect it, everything unfolds and the rest will come.
When pain is deep, seek comfort, give to yourself, you will be guided.
Just keep seeking whether you feel lost or blinded, seek all that you can.
No matter how weak, there is strength within you, to live through all changes.
First, you must see the roads are there for you to travel and the hills to reach
To view all there is to see while having faith within yourself, you can reach it.
It is then all space will be filled.
Heidi Sands
1/28/17
My words were rewritten until they became yours
As grammar and syntax perfected your thoughts
Pages lined with highlighters polished me to extinction
I wanted to resist all of those good intentions
Yet I knew you wanted your best words for me
You weren't listening so you couldn't hear what I was asking for
Poor boy me I lacked the courage to say it loud enough
I felt my voice become tiny as my heart disappeared
Sure my words were somewhat awkward
Still I had things to express that way
My rhythm was imbedded in the word play
You crumbled my granite and turned it into clay
It happened slowly a bit day by day
I was there hidden in the disconnected details
Crystal blue eyed observations to share
Becoming myself on the verge of aware
You could have found me there
My words weren't lacking weight or substance
Like a series of road signs I pointed in a certain direction
I wasn't looking for polished perfection
What I desired most was emotional connection!
The trip must have seemed hard
You couldn't see past the curves in my road
It was to difficult to decipher my emotional code
So instead you bulldozed through my mind
with a big truck weighted with your own heavy load
If only you could have lingered and waited
Maybe you could have been sated
My words were interplayed and related
The strength of your ego I had not anticipated
In your wake I was left dejected and frustrated
There had been points of interest along the way
sprinkled star dust amidst the Milky Way
Beneath were gardens in which you could have come to play
There was no rush, I wanted you to stay
Until my liquid thoughts were morphed into hay
There before you
I had erected statues of delight
adorned in billowing fabric made of light
Perhaps you were blinded by my bright
unexpected in the middle of the night
You could have occupied my pleasure
Below my surface a spring fed treasure
A gift for you beyond measure
You could have witnessed the essence of me
Even though you came so close
you just couldn't see...
This is an old one that I have significantly reworked.
Once upon a moonbeam you entered precious gold
like one shooting star the fireworks became the vision
this picture is framed beyond even words to draw
It was there a world burned brightest dazzling
became blinded by reflections flooding back
generating electric in the soul awakening possessed
Filling the four chambers with warm radiant light
sparks began to generate deeply powered inside currents
giving birth to the most radiant pearl of angelic beauty
Pure as a diamond sparkling within the brightness
rainbows coloured the radiance that shone through the sparkle
as wings flutter oceans began to turn the salt through a stream
Then the river flowed down streaming murmuring forever
where oceans drank from a salted spiced memory love
this treasure embraced the broken shell internally healed
Everywhere I close my eyes thinking of you appearing
we were destined to meet before the closing of the age
everyday you awakened the prayers that beg to heaven
RELIGIOSITY
To truly be a Christian, saintly woman or man,
Not to have just a religion, but to be born again.
A new birth truly happens in the inner man,
by the blood of Jesus Christ though some if can’t understand.
Meats refrained, keeping the Sabbath, it doesn’t bother me,
Whatever makes a better person, or brings you liberty.
Respecting people’s differences, in each rightful place .
their beliefs and their diversities in each given race.
True religion is to truly love, God and man,
it is the faith of Christianity, the rock which we stand.
Win the heart and not the war, should be our only plight
Proclaim to show the Way who Jesus is, Truth and the Light.
God justifies the humble, not who think he is right.
It’s by my Spirit says the Lord, and not by power and might.
So why focus on the mote making your brother cry,
When you can’t see pass the beam that’s in your own blinded eye.
Where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty.
Not condemning one another for their inherent belief.
Yes the wheat and tares they grow together, if you please,
Spiritual battles to win are won upon your bended knees.
When the blind leading the blind, no one can really see,
When love is absent, all it is, re-li-gi’osi-ty.