Blind House Magazine

1. Universe Uplifting

Just drifting, just sifting,
Looking through the ruins,
Spiritually grifting.
A sign has come,
A message from the clouds,
Benefiting,
the treacherous journey Ahead.
Thank you to the Universe.
For uplifting.

Whichever way we go,
It will make it once again a joy,
To explore something new,
Oh how I thank you.
Scary indeed,
Is the unknown path,
But to have a parachute,
We will have the last laugh.

For no darkness can conquer,
A family with light.
A start is all I have asked for,
And not a constant fight.

Depending on the season,
The moon will set the reason.
Which way do we go?
Which path shall we take,
At this moment,
No way I’m leaving.

Just drifting, just sifting,
Looking through the ruins,
Spiritually grifting.
A sign has come,
A message from the clouds,
Benefiting,
the treacherous journey Ahead.
Thank you to the Universe.
For uplifting.

2. The Lonely Moon

Once upon a time,
A long time ago,
There was a moon with no sun,
No brightness,
No shine,
No evolution.

Rough around the edges,
Potholes throughout,
No life, no grounding,
Seemed there was no way out.

Then one day,
A meeting took place,
The sun noticed the moon,
And welcomed the dark face.

The Moon told the Sun,
You don’t want me.
I am used to being alone,
Can’t you see,
That is there is no light here,
No light, no greenery?

The sun, you see,
Was also seeking,
Looking in every direction,
With help from the moon.
It could finally see,
its own shining reflection.

An agreement was made,
That the moon’s shade,
Would be no more,
While the sun was paid,
By seeing its own face.
A glory that would never fade.
Quite an escapade…

A world of variety,
Proudly, Free.
The Sun and the Moon,
Danced endlessly,
The time away.
Seamlessly.

Little did the they know,
That this agreement would spawn,
The birth of the earth,
And the midnight dawn.

The mix of the two,
gave birth to the ocean wave,
The oceans created,
A cycle to crave.
The initial spark,
Would certainly pave.
A way.

A way for the first small ripple,
To grow and become,
More than a dimple,
But a wave that formed the sand.
By the combination,
Of the sun and moons hand…

The land and the fauna,
Along with a cool breeze,
Was all that was needed,
To build the canopies.
To protect the beasts,
The flowers and the bees.

The pull of the moon,
The light of the sun
Gave life a chance,
For evolution.
Humans would come,
To find happiness and fun.

To evolve and to live,
To drink and to dance.
What better things are there?
When we learned to stand.

A world of variety,
Proudly, Free.
The Sun and the Moon,
Dances endlessly,
The time away.
Seamlessly.

3. The Struggle

Is it a problem with me,
Or with society?
Do we not all serve a purpose,
Or should I exit politely?
No time for people of our kind,
Different-minded,
Striving.
Maybe I should roam again,
And be proud,
Of the pools that I’ve dived in.

I would not take it back,
Not change a thing,
For the struggle,
Is invigorating.
Are we born with the sight,
Or is it evolution,
Maybe it’s time,
To start the revolution.

A revolution of what you say,
The battle for true equality.
That we do serve a purpose,
That we can find a way,
To live in peace, love,
And harmony.

I hate to feel weak,
Like I need someone’s help.
Like I can’t do it on my own,
Like A burden to be dealt.
To be put up with,
But forgotten,
A side note,
Who is rotten.

Even a rotten fruit,
The seeds can be used,
Who knows,
One day the progeny,
May spark the fuse.
I refuse,
To accept the views,
That I can’t be a leader,
And am merely confused.
Alone in my thoughts,
Contemplating utopic ideas,
A way for us all,
To cross the harsh weather,
Not just alone,
But together.

Oh how it is hard,
When for some the only answer,
Is liquidation.
I lobotomize myself,
Daily,
So others can enjoy their vacation.

But maybe there is a place,
Where I can be who I am,
No worries of judgment,
A world where I can,
Be someone again.

Why do some act like,
I am doing something wrong,
Wrong deep inside.
Oh how I long.
To be accepted,
For my strengths and my faults,
Trying to find,
The key to the vault.

Or maybe I am supposed to be this way,
Just singing my song.
Day by day.
Perhaps we are only weak,
Until we reach out and speak,
Our truths,
Our lies,
To the ones that we seek.

And perhaps one day,
the tables will turn,
And I will be there,
For anyone else,
Who also does burn,
Inside, with a flame,
Sort of the same.
Gifted, but misunderstood,
Not broken nor lame.

For many are seeking,
Some meaning,
In the chaos that is screaming.
To find the pearl inside,
Like a hidden treasure that’s gleaming.

It is hard when one is judged,
Especially in a society,
Where the stats are fudged,
And the lights are purged,
Removed of their worth.
When the monopoly is complete,
When one side has accepted defeat,
Do we retake control,
Our side is replete
With the composite,
Of diverse ways of thinking,
we all have something to give.
To a society on the edge,
Like a ship that is sinking.

People like us are seen,
As problems to be dealt with,
Or merely allowed to exist,
Like it is a favor,
To my kind,
That we are not all extinguished.

It’s hard to hear the words,
There is no room for you.
Your kind, your mind,
No room for the blind,
The frail,
The spiritually-inclined.
Is diversity only a thing,
When we look at the outside?

Why are we only judged by our falls,
When all I see is someone proud,
For standing up tall…
Merely a representative,
For the world full of people,
Who are gifted,
With no leadership,
Like a church with no steeple.

I would not take it back,
Not change a thing,
For the struggle,
Is invigorating.
Are we born with the sight,
Or is it evolution,
Maybe it’s time,
To start the revolution.

4. The Glorious View

Lost,
That’s the cost,
Of being born,
Without a guide.

Tossed,
That’s the feeling,
When we enter,
Merely tossed aside.

Searching,
That’s the goal,
To find the path,
To survive the initial tide .

Thoughts,
Overcoming,
A way to find,
Peacefulness inside.

And yet,
It all seems perfect,
Down to the last stone,
Do we really want heaven,
With no problems at all?
Like a garden that grows on its own?

Just a glide,
Through life,
Just a one way slide?
With no challenges to be beat,
When we come from nothing,
No spiritual family,
And yet conquer our own defeat,
When we set our course,
And plant our feet,
Then we can find,
Our spiritual seat.

Oh but to start a new,
To find that soul crew,
Cleansing,
Like that rain dew,
Maybe it really is perfect,
Through and through.
I thank the verse,
The galaxy,
And the uni too.
All it takes,
Is to want to Open the window,
To see the glorious view.

We will never get a challenge,
That cannot be beat by the Self.
For that is what karma knows,
How to lift us to the top shelf.

Are we dirty?
Or Are we worthy,
Of the final goal?
Are we clean?
Can we dream?
Of the final toll?

We sculpt the clay,
Day by day,
Of our spirits,
And pray,
That maybe one day,
We will find the ever illusive,
Ness that happens naturally,

Can one be a teacher,
If we are not perfect ourselves?
Can we have permission?
To sift the beach and find the right shells?
If we have the right intention?
To teach others the steps,
Steps in the right direction.
Can we walk out of hell?

I thank the verse,
The galaxy,
And the uni too.
All it takes,
Is to want to Open the window,
To see the glorious view.

5. The Eternal Mirage

Is all love sacrifice?
Or is all sacrifice love?
I know sometimes I just need a shove,
But the pain,
The pain is so damn deep,
Sometimes I just want to weep.

Is love pain?
Merely a drain,
A drain that removes the spark?
Or does this pain,
bring us light again?
And eventually removes the dark?

If love is meant,
In a round about way
To spark this true emotion,
Can one stay,
In this state,
A state of true devotion?

For I can never tell,
When a woman’s spell,
Is put upon my head.
Feel like I’m always wrong,
Wanting to run along,
Finding guaranteed happiness instead.

Seems like a flower at first,
Like a bee,
I seek the nectar thirst,
And then slowly,
Round and round it becomes,
Not the best but the worst,
The flower I was seeking,
Turns into a flytrap’s curse.

In some future life,
I constantly invest,
But it turns out to be,
A false reality,
And i’m investing,
in my own death.

A mirage,
A death inside,
Like an Emotional,
suicide,
Darkness overcomes,
The best in me,
Can I hide the great divide,
Lock My feelings inside deeply?

What would have happened?
If I’d have gone left,
Rather than right,
Perhaps it might have been,
A slightly easier fight.

But I chose a path,
With no end in sight.
Waiting for signs,
I’m not wasting my time or life.
In an endless strife,
The mirage cuts mercilessly,
like a hot knife.

When I try my best,
And it’s still not enough,
Is it a sign,
That love is merely a handcuff?

If I run,
Where shall I go?
Start all over?
Can I grow?
This indecision,
Eats away at me,
Constantly feel,
The emotion of love,
is not worth the fee.

Is all love sacrifice?
Or is all sacrifice love?
I know sometimes I just need a shove,
But the pain,
The pain is so damn deep,
Sometimes I just want to weep.

When I can finally admit,
That the gift of love,
I am not fit,
I have given it my best,
I have lasted a while,
But the mirage has not lit.
The spark I seek,
Perhaps I’m just too weak,
To love,
The way it’s meant to be.

I have fought the good fight,
But maybe it’s time to set sail,
Into that moon light.
Into the unknown well,
I have to admit,
Admit I have failed to ignite,
Change In myself,
or the other that I love,
I am who I am,
Perhaps an unlovable creature.

It makes me sad,
Once again,
To think about.
How perhaps,
I will never be able to fit in.

But when I see that I’m drowning,
I Gotta keep movin around in,
That fish bowl…
Where I can’t be found…

Bonus video: The Struggle featuring EB