CLOAK OF BLINDED VISION (poem) by Bill Grimes Jr. on AuthorsDen

CLOAK OF BLINDED VISION
by Bill Grimes Jr. → (All Poetry by Bill Grimes Jr.)
Rated "PG" by the Author.

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I write because I must No negotiations Blessed appointment So many things to say Me Age Forty nine Thinking twenty three Still seeking Who I’m meant to be Learning Shedding Growing The child inside So differs From the narcissistic man Siren call of wisdom Ever tantalizing Buried so deeply In the caverns of my mind Ancient history Infantile immersion Cerebral instincts Roaming free Absorbing human nature Unexpected saving grace Diffused anger Mental masturbation I hit the wall thank God Many moons ago Guilt swollen throat Lump of shameful sin Reminder of those dark days Grateful forgiveness Shake it off like rain Tomorrow Try again Intuition Holy gift To exercise it daily Paramount Burley ego Reality check Like cool bed sheets Crisp Tucked Traditional In so many ways Somehow I veered Along the dotted line Simply lacking discipline Unconventional repose Warp speed thoughts Reluctantly They rest Sleep comes eventually Life cards Face up on the table All in A long time ago Full tilt Cruising speed now Approaching paradise Transcendental autopilot There shall come a day Soon perhaps Or later When poetic wells run dry Rudimentary odes To all things dear Shall fall victim to dark silence Pedigree of impact Memory serves it best Art is immortal When appreciated Be it prophetic shards Veracity Or simply psychobabble No longer willing To prostitute my passion The message Purest love Forgiving God of peace Demons flee Behind me now As they have been instructed Soon to return Beg for attention again No fear This lovely eve Daily spiritual warfare Angels guide Cloak of blinded vision Trust Faith Compassion Built in tiny increments Simply being Powerful medicine indeed Sharing sacred AGAPE Living the lesson One day at a time Sweet Jesus Shaking my tree Precious life fruit Nourishing me © Bill Grimes Jr. 2008

Reviewed by Deborah Munson (Reader)

Reviewed on April 9, 2008

Compassion
Built in tiny increments
Simply being
Powerful medicine indeed
Sharing sacred AGAPE
Living the lesson
One day at a time
Sweet Jesus
Shaking my tree
Precious life fruit
Nourishing me

What a wonderful, honest and thought-provoking poem of the many roads of life we go down and if we open our eyes and learn to discern truth from the lies and not give up but keep starting again realizing each dawn brings a new day. Beautiful write, thanks -- Deborah