THE DEFINITION OF GOOD

....these are the rules i set for my self...the seed for my dreams to sprout....but the definition of "good" was laways vague...and sometimes you do not think to question...i now realize that experience teaches you in a way that words simply cannot...words are powerful..so are pictures..they can shape your thoughts...but they can also lie...experience is handicapped in that manner ...what you experience becomes a part of you..like an imprint on your soul...and lieing to yourself is often harder to do..

PART BLIND

PART-BLIND

( a part of me is blinded somehow

i can only see what the rest of the world can

but you..i need your eyes to see the real world)

i would love to teach you

 to see the world

but i'm part blind

 i know your still growing

and even if you are part blind 

i can hear you in me

and i wish i could catch a glimpse

a little more than pictures painted by your words in my head

and climb higher

because i know you'd build your own steps 

so you can go anywhere 

and you will go places i have never been

or ever will be

and you will see things i could never see

 i'm still half blind....

but I can see darkness

and i build my empire within it...

as does everyone else

 these little windows in my fort

i cannot live without

i have a window for everyone

each opens into a different life

each vast and huge

but yours

your window is only a rathole 

small tiny insignificant 

outofplace opening

near the floor

 these other windows hold nothing i want to see

they live the same lives

and every other eternity at my fort

i'm at your window

your rathole

but i go on

because 

i know

 that there is a another world out there

your empire

your kingdom

your insignificant rathole in my dark fortress

that threatens me

the only thing that disturbs my darkness

is your rathole

and i'm dying to know

i'm dying to see

what you can think up

because i know

even though you dont

that your mind is bigger than the world

and i'm dying to see something bigger

to live your stories

i crave for your eyes with an undying thrist 

i endure this false hope tearing at my flesh

but still....

i always listen ...

and pretend to not care

 nothing crumbles my fort

i'm still the blind queen

and your rathole

the world behind

never mattered 

atleast 

not to my eyes......

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This is a naration by an ordinary man who cannot understand

 a brilliant mind ..what more do they see,where their thoughts live in their mind,...sometimes he feels that they live in this secret world within their heads where possibilities and 

ideas are endless and beautiful ,but he is blind to this world...they can see things he cannot and this frustrates him hence he says that he is blind and this ordinary world he lives in 

is nothing more than darkness...yet it is only this darkness that he understands..only this darkness that welcomes him...he still listens to tales from this other world because he cant stop himself ,

no matter how he pretends to not care.

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