Dead Poet Society...
I love poems. Someone sent me one. I do not want to lose it in haloscan, so this one is a keeper.
Melady Marina:
A gift for you.
Forgive me if this is too long, it is the only way I know to show repect and awe to thoughts of a friend in this intangible plane.
Seeing Blind
Hello,
I am new here,
I came from a land of the bewildered,
I have no friends nor lover.
Would you come closer to this tired traveler,
so that I can see you a little bit clearer,
please do not have no fear,
as I am a paralized blind from ear to ear,
a gift i got from me deeds in the coming years,
as a sentinel for devilish deers.
Now, now, do not be wary,
as a blind could never see,
therefore I could never pinch your little tootsy,
like what the demonic diety did to me,
so there is nothing for you to worry.
What is that you said in me hands you see?
that makes your head go weepity wee,
ahh, no, no, don't you go awry,
I'll tell you of the things I brought with me,
so you'll see a what a blind man sees.
A wand in my left and and a torch in me right hand,
is much appropriate for a blinded man,
one for shining the routes to thid land,
the other for telling an enemy from a friend.
A straight line crossed with a cresent on my neck,
a sign of me religous pack,
an order of sinning saints,
who seeks the pleasures of pain,
in hope one day I will again,
be a saintly sinner who preaches out pious blasmephemies,
making me an enemy of the blasphemous piety.
As for this coarse velvet that I wore,
I know it is an eye sore,
but it is a precious gift from me lady whore,
who reminds me we are whoring ladies,
who love to be barbaric gentlemen,
and kill gentlemen barbaricly.
Worry not child,
as i am blind as a blind could be,
and all I know is the darkness that in it you be,
it is the light that helps me see.
demonsinme
Dear poet,
Blindness is a state
Of unseeing
Of unknowing
Even when the eyes are wide opened…
Blinded heart
Hurts but doesn’t bleed
Laughs but cries in silence
Speaks but speechless
In the darkness sometimes
Lights playing tricks
Deceiving the foolish mind
I am just as blinded as you
Seeing miracles, I thought were true…
When the harsh of reality
Struck that chord of sanity
When things you see
Not what they supposed to be
Then I wish I am blind
May I have a peaceful mind
Blindness is a state
Of unseeing
Of unknowing
Perhaps, that’s the best thing…
Melady Marina:
A gift for you.
Forgive me if this is too long, it is the only way I know to show repect and awe to thoughts of a friend in this intangible plane.
Seeing Blind
Hello,
I am new here,
I came from a land of the bewildered,
I have no friends nor lover.
Would you come closer to this tired traveler,
so that I can see you a little bit clearer,
please do not have no fear,
as I am a paralized blind from ear to ear,
a gift i got from me deeds in the coming years,
as a sentinel for devilish deers.
Now, now, do not be wary,
as a blind could never see,
therefore I could never pinch your little tootsy,
like what the demonic diety did to me,
so there is nothing for you to worry.
What is that you said in me hands you see?
that makes your head go weepity wee,
ahh, no, no, don't you go awry,
I'll tell you of the things I brought with me,
so you'll see a what a blind man sees.
A wand in my left and and a torch in me right hand,
is much appropriate for a blinded man,
one for shining the routes to thid land,
the other for telling an enemy from a friend.
A straight line crossed with a cresent on my neck,
a sign of me religous pack,
an order of sinning saints,
who seeks the pleasures of pain,
in hope one day I will again,
be a saintly sinner who preaches out pious blasmephemies,
making me an enemy of the blasphemous piety.
As for this coarse velvet that I wore,
I know it is an eye sore,
but it is a precious gift from me lady whore,
who reminds me we are whoring ladies,
who love to be barbaric gentlemen,
and kill gentlemen barbaricly.
Worry not child,
as i am blind as a blind could be,
and all I know is the darkness that in it you be,
it is the light that helps me see.
demonsinme
Dear poet,
Blindness is a state
Of unseeing
Of unknowing
Even when the eyes are wide opened…
Blinded heart
Hurts but doesn’t bleed
Laughs but cries in silence
Speaks but speechless
In the darkness sometimes
Lights playing tricks
Deceiving the foolish mind
I am just as blinded as you
Seeing miracles, I thought were true…
When the harsh of reality
Struck that chord of sanity
When things you see
Not what they supposed to be
Then I wish I am blind
May I have a peaceful mind
Blindness is a state
Of unseeing
Of unknowing
Perhaps, that’s the best thing…
posted by marina at 11:13 AM
