Poetry Across the Span

Vision Impaired

Song

From the first you have to obey
Do the lot from your very first day.
"But I don't love," Don't worry, just obey.
For the right heart, you'll just have to pray.

I can't go on
To the beat of a heartless drum
Swallowing whatever comes
Commands sugar-coated
With the promise I'll be loaded
And rewarded after I've passed on
If I just keep preaching along
But I have read, if I don't love
I won't be getting a thing from above.

Back Where I Began

I didn't know
As I wandered down the road
That the scenery ahead
I had passed by long ago.

I didn't realise
I was looking with blind eyes
I'd been shot without feeling
Any pain, now I despise, I despise.

Chorus:
But I feel like I'm back
Where I began
I just don't want to see
Or understand

If I had the wings
Of an eagle I would fly
Fly above the fears
Sail through the storms and tears

My journey could have been
Full of the smell of victory
Marching through life,
Holding up job, child and wife.

Poem

Sin still gives me a sense of wisdom
Warning for the future
A light along a long worn path,
Open a spiritual suture.

What do I think? It depends who asks - if I'm angry or I'm friendly -
if I can manipulate someone over
to my side by my sensing -

Of what they think - the things they feel
though I don't feel the same.
Actually, I'm scared to know what I think.
Thus continues this masquerade...

Friends? I have none because I don't
want to put them first
So how on earth can I uphold
the relationship for which I thirst?

Poem

Sitting in an ocean of opposing views
Fearful of disagreeing with what they say and do.
A tide washes back and forth moving as one
But I always bobbed across the top,
Fearful of diving down.

So now I bob, a cork afloat,
No anchor down below.
Who knows what lies ahead - above -
No cork can see, you know.

Shake away the cobwebs of a life I had,
With just one friend on whom I always depended.
The one who never scared me was a full bottle up-ended.

Confusion

Like getting directions from an Arab in a busy market-place
Is getting signals from my heart and meeting face to face
With true opinions/plans/desires- timid friends
To the point where fear takes over and the friendship ends.

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Document last updated 27 April 1997