Blind Man

I don’t know where I’m going,
I wonder what I’m doing,
Maybe I’m growing
But someone steers a boat I’m rowing.
I don’t know what to believe,
Words and intentions belie belive,
My chest is dense with grief;
My joys are brief.
When i think I’ve found an antidote
Worse makes respite another anecdote…
My sockets are hollow,
If only any more hallowed.
I keep hitting something hard and rime,
You’ll wonder why I bothered with a darn rhyme.

~Bardkobik #Blueprint ’14

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Grace Period

Complications are simple in genuine fealty,
Dangers are exciting as movie adventures.
It’s charming to see a part of you
On two darn legs.
Then you trust fate’s direction
As time furtively fleets to the very end.
No one ever tells you
It gets hard.
For a moment,
It’s okay to be blind
Before untamed promises run wild
Contrary to original intention;
The end of a grace period of perfection.

~Bardkobik #Blueprint ’14

Life After You

“Vision is a liability
When you’re looking
For a semblance of stability.
My heart pumps,
My lungs heave,
It’s all that’s left of me.
The nights are long walks
Back and forth memory lane,
I need to forget the sketches
So painfully etched.
And its now, its now time dillydallys,
Still as a gloomy painting of Dali’s.”

~ Bardkobik #BLUE PRINT ’14