blindness
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My small hands pressed into the bark of an old oak tree
It seems to whisper ancient things to me
Standing on a beach
The sand beneath my feet
I was driving round yesterday just after four
Drove past an old blind man feeding the poor
I followed that blind man all around town
THE SUNRISES
They call it whatever
I call it the sun rose
In the relationship i got in
They say we don’t match
But i call it a super match
I.
Heavens flicker and take fire.
The Earth takes its final breath
Trembling, Stained, Defiled.
Dreams gained with certain loss
What is it that we know?
Where is it that we go?
We see only the narrowness,
The tunnel of our vision,
That gives birth to strangeness,
And fumbling indecision.
The shadows greet us warmly
I know of a man who hunts his prey, silently. He wants to steal your dignity. Strip it from you like he owns it. Like he owns you. He knows what he wants and he isn’t afraid to take it away from you. He doesn’t ask.
Look outside
through your window of immunity
are you afraid of what you’ll see?
do not be afraid, the steel bars of supremacy will keep you safe
just take a peek
Soon you will not be scared of the unknown
You stagger through the door, belligerent and blind.
Anger that only spirits could invoke - menacing - gleering through your eyes.
We all close our eyes, but hers are closed, permanently
We sing of colors, shapes, and sizes; she tries to understand
We are stunned by the array of lights; she doesn't get excited
Sight, too me
Is one of the most important senses
I'ts what gives all our other senses a subject
Those blind men
Are some i feel truly sorry for
Literal blind men...
If I should impact the future generation, She will call me “Miyagi,” because that way she knows she has to try, no matter how hard, before she can look to me for help and the help won’t be easy.
Seeing only what is a head below your face
Intuition we have sold to loosen your lace
Can opener hands to pry open and leave in shame
Kind words that seek to find the end to our suffering
Through glossy eyes I view the world
In colors to beautiful to describe
But all you see when you look at me
Is a young man with starry eyes
It's not like I haven't faced a crucible
Vision
granted
taken for granted
or sometimes slanted
vision
it's what is perceived
vision
one cannot give it to me
vision
the blind can "see"
His hands are rough against my palm as he traces the lines of his tattoo on my hand.
He smiles self consciously as he asks "Do you understand?"
I nod my head and smile back, loving all the while,
My heaven awaits for me in the infinite skies. There I can soar where ever, there I can jump from cloud to cloud, and there I can free fall without worries of ever touching the ground. That is my imaginable heaven.
When the world goes dry and the day grows coldyou can't turn to someone to open up your soulLike its when you crythe time flies by
Time progresses faster when we didn't notice
Our legacies we being born but we swear we're focused
Letting bills engulf our hearts like sticks and stones
Call it World War 4 because World War 3 started when we were alone
Vivid imagery flutters my corrupted mind,I close my eyes and fall fast asleep to indulge in this tease,I see what I wish would happen while I was awake,
Friend
Grim figure beside
My Death Bed
I don't fear you, come closer
Why fear the inevitable?
Why fear the fate of every living thing?
I knew my time
Our heart is tainted and our values are infected. We are fools to believe what we see with our eyes.
It doesnt reflect how an indiviual's heart lyes.
When I Look at You by Savanna Morgan
When I look at you I see a blind, incoherent fool
Because aren't we all
Do we not build up our own houses, then
due to no foundation we fall.
I used to be afraid of losing my eyesight.
But now I’m afraid of losing my mind.
The world is beyond crazy, I find.
I turn around and see my life in hindsight,
A shaded memory, a darkened twilight.
Ignorance is blindness,
and blindness is ignorance.
We walk these hollow streets,
thinking we are fine,
when truly
we are walking on
an abhorrent line.
Ignorance is blindness.
They say it is a gift to watch the sport of life
play by play in perfect precision.
Let them have twenty of twenty
five of five.
They ever so laissez faire.
" You have sad eyes. Beautiful, but sad. Like you've seen too much."
"They are the only windows, no?"
Neji Freed
Television raised me
Lifted me high enough to see
My little younger sister,
Was told when she was seven,
That she wouldn't see so well,
Maybe till she got to heaven.
She has a rare eye case,
Rentinitis Pigementosa,
I do nothing but awkwardly glare
at a man who cannot stare,
as his rough fingers roam freely
in this blind man’s attempt to see me.
His fingers trace my nose
and I nervously curl my toes.
I feel the gazes
All the sages in the world couldn't take away the problems
The lie they tell
Is only a part of the pie they say sell
When we all fell
We were told that it was what we were all sold into
The moon peers in, an uninvited guest
Illuminating lids without consent.
Although the sleeping child’s time is spent
White light disrupts her dreams and steals her rest.
The moon smirks smugly at his playful jest
The cave fish swim
Round and round
Going nowhere
Blind in the dark
Most have no eyes
But one fish sees
Sees the blackness
Feels the hopelessness
The fish with eyes
How can I succeed
Or Believe
Or Achieve
When oppression plagues me ?
Under wraps is the violence-
Beneath shadows they hide it :
January 2008 is a month I will never forget
I woke up expecting another day at school
To only have my vision suddenly change
A curtain had been pulled over my face
The walls were painted,
never mind the sightless eyes.
Insignificant details passed up by vision that never was, is, or will be.
The lamps were shaded,
Quizzical mindhushed and hiddenlie within the shadows.
Everyone is prepping forthe live broadcast.The premieres set oncethe sun plants itselfon to the night sky
Not gently woven--Plucked.
I dream of the glistening glare as I look up into the sun.
I dream of the limber grass bending as I touch.
I dream of my little boy making a homerun.
Is this all too much?
Yet, you still ask me if I could see
It’s only partial darkness,
But it’s known the light isn’t complete.
It was not always this way, although there was always a chance it could be
It could be worse, but still it could be better.
The blind man with his white cane
stops on a deserted street corner
next to the post office.
I try to imagine: a life of darkness,
a perpetual fumbling for the light
switch across a suddenly-expanded
Look away, Look away,
That I may not see
the hunger, the stricken, the pain;
I would much rather stay
In my world
Having every thing I could
ever want --
But always wanting more.
It hurts.
Flash.
Flash.
White on a black background.
They strike up like pale flashes of moonlight in the void of space.
No stars.
Tha-dump.
Thudump.
Tha-tha-dump.
Windows and eyes.
Eyes and Windows.
What are the differences between the two?
I used to know the difference... But know it remains unknown.
People would always used to say how someone blind would inevitibly be fooled.
