I heard a man speak today He showed pictures of beautiful nothings Arrows and seat cushions Things that are invisible Unless you are present and minding
We take our autonomy for granted How often in a day are you Entirely aware of your existence? How often are you truly conscious?
I'm terrified that most people spend their Every waking moment On autopilot In a daze
Answering questions Standing in line Repeating their lines
-hello, how are you- -I'm good, how are you- -I'm good, thanks- -alright, have a nice day! -
In school, children are taught How to read, how to speak, how to stand, Sit write play argue listen share repeat And in turn, to Hate disobey stagnate ignore want To give up
No one teaches children No one teaches anyone How to notice anymore
Those photos brought me back Brought me to the realization That recently, I have forgotten to notice
At the peak of Presence imposed, Wet with rise and Fall... you eulogized Something that could Not escape us. We grounded the sky, We skied the ground... The circumvented posts Of our eyes ran as blind milk.
A blind man told me. He see more without eye sight than we who can see. He just rely completely on his instinct.
He said, where we go wrong we use our eyes? While those who are blind has to depend on their minds.
A smell, a touch, and his hearing too operates together In assisting him to live. Even his taste has a place in his life. It just as important than him noticing the daylight.
I think fear doesn't ever live within him. Because when push come to shove he has fear runnng away, from him.
All because a blind man stands firmly in tune, of all his surrounding.
blind.
Author: jeffrey conyers
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Date: 04/04/2020
№ 1206817
Blind Bird
Angie's blind eyes wander aimlessly in their sockets, One white as the belly of a snake, the other a pointless blue. She has one dress she wears every day, and a cane that is Without tip and has lost most of its red paint. In the building she has memorized even the pale illusions Well enough to scoot about without hesitation. She likes no one. She likes me. Thinks she is JFK, talks of herself quite lucidly and with Deadly accurateness. Found herself a spirit-lover, asked me to perform a Marriage ceremony for them. What the hell, it's a sad Life with no one in it, although that does not apply to me, Who loves my self-imposed isolationism beyond reason. I find a pretty stone broach, a stuffed teddy-bear holding a Red satin heart that says, “I love you...” and a doll with Ribbons in its hair - these were her dowry. I say the words over my open Bible, inviting blasphemy To call out my name. Now, she has become a Velcro-shadow. When I am ill her zeal to cure me is fanaticism incarnate. Foolish woman, I - who chose her own path to trod, But along the way tripped over a crippled bird that is sure To peck me to death.
What loves me Just won't let go No matter what, it's always no Not that I'm complaining No no no
Oh how I do hope nothing will change from what it's like now
"I'm not leaving" "They won't take me away" "I love you forever" Is what they say I believed this And I still do
blind.
Author: Alex
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Date: 03/04/2020
№ 1206432
How Could You Be So Blind?
How could you be so blind? I love you with all my heart. Sometimes I feel like we should restart. You're constantly on my mind. You're falling behind. You're like abstract art. I shouldn't take your words apart. I want us to be entertained. Are you honestly straight? I guess I have to wait.
blind.
Author: kerri
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Date: 03/04/2020
№ 1205126
NIGHT BLIND
Quite astounding Actually Behind eyes Beyond perception The seeds of darkness Flourishes
Nurtured in Regrettable Resentful Irreversible Fates!
