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[sid] => 168258
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Blind Man's Vision
[time] => 2011-11-01 02:07:02
[hometext] => The comprehending of the Worlds twistedness
[bodytext] => I see the world in flashes of white The quickest flashes, purest light I see the faces, many of men They all follow me back to my den I am blind, my world is dark, But I still hear the song of the lark What makes my different, to other good men Is the way I make my mind scan The world is a beauty, I am taught But it has, many a fault Men hunt men, with greed in their eye Whilst many of the innocent are left to die The delicate scream of a child, all but dead The forgotten cries of a soldier, as his heart bled The desperate pleading of a beggar, his pride torn The silent tears of a mother, left to mourn The pure greed of a leader, as he reaps more The merciless anger of a lord, creates more gore The wails of a merchant, at the loss of coins The dark laughter of the evil, as it twists and joins Yet the beggar smiles, a questioning expression He is open to the world, with a warming reception He sees more than the people above He seeks the truth, and nurtures with love The child stands, on frail legs She has nothing but left over dregs Yet she does little wail & whinge When death doth come, she will not cringe He fought for his country, never to be forgotten Now his lying in the trench, dead and rotten You fought for freedom, beyond reason Now, family’s tears freeze, in the winter season A child is born, heart barely beating Before even the family has their first meeting Child is dismissed, added to the pile His name “remembered forever” on a tile The world is wrong, twisted over time The main industry these days is crime We are all human, unique but the same Yet we always seek to severely maim Life is so short, made shorter with insecurity Pain created through an act of immaturity Who will remember you, when your bones are dust Look deep in yourself, its where you must trust Being true to yourself is the only way Living the good life, day to day Understanding yourself is your life’s quest When satisfied, we all lay to rest I am blind, yet this is what I see The rich blunder, than look and flee Together we are restricted by the next person’s best But we are complete, in our own nest [comments] => 2 [counter] => 186 [topic] => 19 [informant] => Damian [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => InspirationalPoems )
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