A heavy sigh leaves me
As the quiet night shrouds my thoughts
I think to myself
Like a matchstick
Shining so bright
But not for long
Words to describe my behavior
A spark at first, only to be doused the wind
Even if not on purpose
The intensity gone
The thrill turned to smoke
I love everything yet love nothing
I admire the way and works of the world
Ideas cover my mind like an artwork
Though I see to no action
My spirit willing
My flesh weak
In chase of competence
I dress my self in the inconvenience
Of my actions
Though hurting
I turn a blind eye knowing what it costs me
" You have something going for you"
What exactly?
I am not complete
My fortress a glass box; Yet I hope for coverage.
Doubt is within
My stubborn nature acting as an armor
What do you think?
Don't act like you don't see
the Red Flags flashing.
Don't deliberately ignore
the warning signs.
I know you want to be
with me,
but is it wise to deliberately
become emotionally blind,
to overlook the episode
unfolding
right before your eyes?
I'm flattered that you would
turn a blind eye.
But flattery is not a part
of my reality,
at this point in time.
You've created distorted visions
of you and I.
I'm not a relationship type
of guy,
maybe in another time
another place
you would be the perfect
design
to color my mind
with happiness.
But right now
don't act like you don't see
the Red Flags flashing.
Don't deliberately ignore
the warning signs.
I know you want to be
with me.
But is it wise
to act like you don't see
how messed up I am
at this point in time.
I am an emotional train wreck.
So please don't do
what most people do
when they want something
bad enough
turn a blind eye
to the Red Flags flashing.
We are on somber mood,
we have gone from glamor to dump;
smiles over ice cream cones, over
pizza and Pepsi
are no longer
in symmetry
with actual reality.
From glamour to dump,
we have fallen from grace;
rejecting what held us
together and strong.
We turn a blind eye:
all we witness
is a pathetic lie!
Can democracy survive in hearts
without a patriotic flame?
Should we be the ones
to take the blame?
It's our choice
not to be tamed!
We are the brave, the pioneers,
the builders, the innovators,
the thinkers and the defenders
of liberty:
let this be
our testimony!
From glamor to dump is humiliation
to the bold spirit,
and to the pride of this nation
that has thrived
and survived wars;
fear is a coward that hides:
courage is a virtue and won't bow
to the menacing sword!
Entry?
We used to post, “No Mexicans, Blacks or Dogs allowed”
No entry allowed.
There’s some semblance of ease and acceptance now, but don’t remind of us of what we turn a blind eye to.
No entry allowed.
It’s curious to see the extent of empathy; to oneself, to family, to friends, to the beliefs that hold up our mental constructs.
We run away from the threats to our convenience & comfort.
No entry allowed.
We can justify our disdain, given the stress and pressure of life. Yet, no matter how numb we are, love and empathy will always permeate into our beings, exhuming the hate that kills our joy of life.
So,
No entry to you, hate.
No entry to you, fear.
No entry to you, doubt.
No entry to you, panic.
No entry to the anger that quells humanity.
Tell you something
Something funny in it itself because
It doesn't sound to make sense.
I intentionally keep around you because
Deep down inside something tells me
"Someday it's going to have to be me to save you"
And I just want to be around you until that day
That's why I stay
Even when you turn a blind eye on me
Even when I pretend to be silent
I still want to be there
Be there around you
Be it in the least possible ways that I can.
Please explain to me why those beatings survived,
Remembering the fear and terror in their eyes,
And being a child there was nothing I could do,
Except taught him towards me instead of you,
Even the church people sat in number and watched the horror of his abuse,
They sat and did nothing and just watched from the pews,
I thought at least one would stand up or call the police,
Yet they all turned their heads from my brothers and sister and me,
As if they didn't see the violence of a 5 year old being thrown up against a wall,
And dragged down the aisle in front of them all,
Those days haunt me and that was the day,
I lost faith in the church and some of they're phony ways,
I thought how could they preach love and do nothing at all,
And just ignore all the abuse of a child they just saw,
After that I vowed to God in silence that I would fight like hell,
That I would become just the opposite and protect my children as well,
All it took was the ignorance of a congregation who decided to turn a blind eye,
That ignited my heart to stand against even the crowd and changed my entire life,
At a young age, they start to rape.
It is a disaster in the Cape.
At 15 he starts to rape.
There is no way to escape.
At 15 he rapes the kids in the home.
They are close like bees in a honeycomb.
The grandparents in the house
living like blind mice.
The parents are all drug addicts,
living off others like ticks.
Their kids are thrown away,
their lives have gone astray.
Their kids have been vandalised,
they have been bastardised
by a 15-year-old boy.
He is not a stable boy.
Grandpa and Grandma turned a blind eye.
How could they turn a blind eye?
For three years they ignored it,
even though they were in the cockpit.
The grandparents turned a blind eye.
What standard did they apply?
Their kids are drug addicts,
living off others like ticks.
Proud to defend his country, the place of his birth.
To unite with other soldiers and prove his worth.
A band of brothers they quickly became.
putting aside differences to achieve their aim.
Only in his teens no real experience of life.
Now marching in to battle with his gun and knife.
He was hailed a hero when he came home from war.
But no praise could save him from the horror that he saw.
In his head he hears screams of men wounded and crying.
Laying on the battle field dismembered and dying.
He has tried so hard to overcome it and stand tall.
Living through turmoil to make sense of it all.
But the nightmare continues and he struggles to cope.
No one is coming to help, he fears there is no hope.
Now living on the street, no place to call home.
Invisible to passes by, hungry and alone.
Our throw away heroes, we turn a blind eye.
Whilst they live on our streets waiting to die.
Lest we forget.
In the darkness of that moment, I stood alone,
Begging for help as I faced the unknown,
But you, my mother, chose to turn a blind eye,
Leaving me to suffer, wondering why.
Your addiction had clouded your sight,
Leaving you unable to do what was right,
I cried out, reaching for a savior in despair,
But you were lost in a world of despair.
Years of education and wisdom at my hand,
But in that moment, they slipped like sand,
For you, my mother, failed me in need,
Leaving me to face the pain and bleed.
I tried to make sense of your betrayal,
The emptiness left, a void to fill,
But your addiction had stolen you away,
Leaving nothing but sorrow and dismay.
So I stand here now, strong and free,
No longer bound by your inability to see,
I am my own savior, my own mother now,
For you, lost to addiction, I must disavow.
Screech of owl with shrieking caterwauling
doesn’t startle me at all
until wings shroud the sky.
My blessed-courage takes cover real fast
as the rodent alongside’s
encroached on by talons.
The thick presence of the owl says don’t look,
turn a blind eye to his kill
as neck turns one slick eye.
He has no taste for human flesh except
if two legs gets in his way -
predatory suspense.
Truth has been backwashed with an elongated shadow.
They've made corruption just a bit more palatable.
Polluting the masses with exaggeration and lies.
Maintaining power, they have a great lust to divide.
We were great when battling against rabid tyranny.
Now we goose-step to war for the comfort of oligarchs.
Our children are sacrificed for the greed of oily kings.
We, the sheep, are led to high cliffs by false prophets.
They say it takes a village to raise our children,
But the village is brimming with idiots and sinfulness.
Our courts are stacked with jesters who turn a blind eye.
The masses are slowly losing their God-given rights.
I don't see another Gandhi or King on the horizon.
I'm not holding my breath for our slothful messiah.
My faith has been tainted by deception over time.
It's time to marry gasoline to forgiveness and ignite.
wings could drive you crazy
under the overpass, the crows
gather one by one, flapping
it is a perfect day, stuck underneath
where cars borrow the bird’s view
without a whisper or toll, torrent
of landings to complete the murder
the row, on an inner ledge, legible
perhaps eligible to a mate, could be
a male society or female offering
we who pass so quickly, only stopping
for a light or traffic jamming, see
what flies in the dark, in the face
we are the ones out of place
the fury of the flock, frenetics
relics, energetic, spot on sketchy
do they see some of the same old
cars? do they care or turn a blind eye
i haven’t forgotten but what does it matter?
it does because a poetic fuse ensues
and must in the end die out, forgotten
except by the rear end reader
who will extend the imagery for a blink
or think a deja vu when flocking with crows
in trees, on lines, under the overpass
the rich becomes the mighty power,
they sit sheltered inside their ivory tower.
we swallow all the lies, and start to believe
as their machine spins it`s blinding feed
.
their justification, to give a helping hand,
to show freedom in another’s land.
is it the good or the evil hand that showing
as societies succumb, fall and left to lay dying.
as the machine rolls towards total destruction
the end result mans, malfunction.
as the bloody battle rages on and on
the truth must always remain, oh so strong
all this destruction leaves the innocent to cry and grieve,
as the rivers flow thick and red, with humanities leave.
so we turn a blind eye to what was once civil
the question we must ask
is this helping hand
good or evil
The world’s wronged me, I hear me say,
And my faith has begun to fray.
I wonder where God's presence lies,
And why He seems to turn a blind eye.
I've cried out in my pain and doubt,
But have yet to hear His answer shout.
But I won't lose hope and despair,
For God is always there.
He sees the suffering, the pain, the tears,
And wipes each one in turn with care.
So I’m patient, though it's hard to bear,
For God will show me He's always there.
Though my faith may waver, weak and thin,
God will make my trust grow, within.
For though I can't see Him, He is near,
With comfort, peace, and tender care.
So I hold, even though it's tough,
For God will carry me with His love.
I’ll see that though the world is bleak,
God's grace is more than I can seek.
He'll wipe my tears and calm my fears,
And show me He's been there all these years.
So I'll keep my head up, take a breath.
Into the lead spin
broken bottles and knives appear
locked by electric sparks
that bring you back to life
over the once warren where rabbits roamed
we go shoplifting in London so fare
The Police turn a blind eye
Its maud parlez vous Francais
Into the dark where English is not heard
London spins
the serpents of the Thames are half lionized
Who needs excuses
into the grim
where the exposed suburbs are sullied
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