Iliterate Poet

A dumping ground for my works in progress.

1 Sept 2010

Blind

We give you your mind
We stopped you being blind
But you still couldn’t see
This is how it was meant to be,
joined as one always having fun, creating virtue.
Specialists are my power
Meditation that camp of concentration.
Nothing roams in hell
Not sound, vision or smell not brick nor stone,
Heaven is as above as below
Hell lies in the middle.

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