Clepsidra

Too blind to accept
The emptiness of an hour
Withering sand grains

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I started to see
Too late for a difference
To lit the blindness

Blinds

A bird hit the glass

Of a broken heart
Blinded is one’s life

Blindness

What chains to break
To find mind’s freedom
No chains mind sees

Blinding

Nothing blinds more
Than one’s heart deafness
Pent-up echoes

Blindness

Walking blind
Into own light
Gods’ batter

Blindness

Wandering its flight
One forgets its whereabouts
Blinding beauty

Blind Spots

The sound of darkness
Echoes between eyes too blind
To embrace the light

Blindness

All philosophies
Won’t help a blind man
Found on abyss’ brink

The Fool

A blind searching
For deeper meanings
Until all stops

Rules

How blind the rules
That spoil a man’s mind
For convention

Blind Spots

Ignoring people
Just because they are different
The blind side of life

Form

Form blinds the mind
Seeking perfection
In emptiness

Blindness

When deeply in love
Minds get lost in the fire
Content in blindness

Entrapment

Kept in blindness
One feels like a mouse
Trapped by a cat

About Politicians

Politics is just a game of clowns
Willing to rule between realms
Of truth, power and illusion,
Their skill – create confusion.

Nothing stops a politician,
To succeed it’s their mission,
Everything it has a price,
And the smile is just disguise.

They will promise you the sky
Heaven on earth ‘till you die
But lost your soul by then will be,
And blind even if you can see.

How big your price they will know
For them you are a known John Doe,
And not by being but by need,
They will know your hidden greed.

I Better Be...

I better be a butterfly
And hang around from earth to sky,
To live two lives and be transformed,
Go beyond shape and form.

I better be a humble mind
And have with me the love I find,
To live the state of not being blind,
Go beyond common and bind.

I better be the man of ought
And live abound from form and thought,
To live a time of noble fought,
Go beyond alpha and yot.

Blind

Has been a long time since the last time I posted something, I’ve been busy with the different hardens of life. Just wonder if somebody reads these posts.

I'm blind to feel, I’m blind to know,
I'm blind to see and touch the snow;
The time has come, the time is gone -
Nothing I lost, nothing I won...

Happy spring time to everybody!

Seven Days - Creation

First day
I took a minute to see the sky,
To catch the catcher in the rye;
I took two seconds from the past
To see that good and evil last.

Second day
I've made my world, I've made my time
So good and evil now may rhyme;
I sunk my soul, I let it shy,
I brought the life, I brought the die.

Third day
I made the apple, I built the sin,
Invent the words with a no mean,
I sized the truth and so its depth,
The justice blind, its sound is deaf.

Fourth day
I thrown my heart and love arises,
In its own beauty grows and rises -
I kept the hate to keep in balance,
I let the soul to dark and glance.

Fifth day
I shown my face, the crowd is slave-
Its soul is caught in mystic rave,
I've got the power, I am the God,
I keep the rules in number odd.

Sixth day
I sing my song, all is divine -
A storm caught in a glass of wine,
I drink its sap, I throw the seeds
To fill the world with all its needs.

Seventh day
I take a rest, now I could die
Where wild roses seemly lie,
I made my grave and I could sleep
Without tears, with heaven's weep.