Blind Poetry 11/02/09
And the lie of
what it's
about but it's a
glory of alleluia
that I can say
no more blind painted
angels allore for the
sore of the eye
met the nakked meets
the "e"'s are not what
they seem
I look to it and see
no more, so I leave
what it's
about but it's a
glory of alleluia
that I can say
no more blind painted
angels allore for the
sore of the eye
met the nakked meets
the "e"'s are not what
they seem
I look to it and see
no more, so I leave
♠ ♠ ♠
This was written 11/2/09. It is what I call blind poetry. How I produce it is that I isolate myslef within my surroundings (go to my room or study or something), sit or lay down, shut my eyes, and write everything that flashes through my mind while my eyes are still shut. I don't question what I'm writing, I just write it no matter how odd, ridiculous, or stupid it may sound to me. What comes out of this (hopefully after a few tries) is poetry.