BLIND and BLINDED

There was a man who just couldn’t see

What everyone else claimed it to be?

They spoke of how wondrous it was

That controlled nature and human laws

They pitied the blind man, who wasn’t blind

‘If hard he looks than he will find

Oh how naïve and ignorant is he

Why can’t he just open his eyes to thee?

Some claimed not only could they see

But also feel and hear

And raising their voices

‘To respect you’ve got to fear’

Now this ‘god’ that they called

They said he knows it All

Whatever you do behind your walls

Even in your thoughts and in the halls

And this god multiplied and became gods

But only one could be the lord of lords

Wagging their tales, each one believed

That theirs was the true god to succeed

They killed the other gods and their people

Because their own god would be in trouble

If they were others like him around

'Insecure and jealous', for sure did he sound

They conjured up some poisonous texts

Of eternity not in this life but the next

And children were forced to follow the story

On young minds were now blood and gory

In his name they conquered many lands

Raped and plundered on his commands

For he was okay with his proposition

‘To die for him’ was their disposition

The god they made had now flourished

Men who preached him with gold were garnished

‘Humble’ they proclaimed, ‘mystical’ were their looks

Only the blind man could see they were crooks

With martyrs that died, prophets they made

But scars of their god would never fade

Still they were hungry as a beast

Structures for poor to pray and palaces for them to feast

And turning towards the blind man, they said

Look at all the wonder of God instead

You have no beliefs, you have no clue

The world is full of our brethren

hindus, muslims, christians, buddhists and jews

To name a few

But come a little closer

I have to tell you

Only my god is true

And I’ll shout it too

And the blind man replied

You’ve killed another brother

For a passing fluttering thought

Your minds will never grow and forever rot

You are your very own destruction

While you swim gleefully in the dreams

Of the end to every human and every nation

I maybe blind….but blinded are you

My blindness is my ignorance

And your faith is your blindness

I don’t believe in prophets, gods or his son

For I have my bag of questions and reason

For they were blinded men who just couldn’t see

What once a blind man explained it to be

He spoke of how wondrous it was

That explained nature and discoursed human laws

By Hans Albert Lewis

Dedicated to

Richards Dawkins, Christopher Hitchens, Sam Harris, Daniel Dennet, George Carlin, Bertrand Russell, W K Clifford. Thomas Paine, Albert Einstein, Thomas Jefferson, Cārvāka System, Ayn Rand, and all the ‘Blind’ Men & Women of the World.

The Oracle of Yesterday

 

There she stood speaking aloud

As we entered her temple as devout

And I asked her, why didn’t you foresee

The arriving doom and perdition between

 

I’ll tell you everything, she said

But first the little man’s got to go

And as he left…she explained

You did not ask so I did not task to see

 

But I asked you, I had to state,

Of Misfortunes and misery that await

And you said there is no menace of any form

My kingdom will remain through any storm

 

I would go on, she said

But First the little man’s got to go

As I looked behind, t’was an overhearing head

Popping inside the hall’s grand curtains

 

You’ve come to me with answers you’ve known

Reaping the questions, you’ve already sown

And haven’t I given you back your sleep

Comforting your knowledge that lies within, deep

 

At the visit’s end, I asked her

Why did the little man have to go

He is never meant to lead, she replied

only destined to  follow

 

by Hans Albert Lewis

 

 

Unsung 

Have you ever heard the song

That I never wrote

It was the song I never sang

Or even played one note

 

Your Kisses were the melody

Forming a tune in my head

The sweetest harmony

That orchestrated my senses instead

 

And my heart dropped the beat

As you composed my life whole

Strumming my mood’s chord

From blues to rock ‘n’ roll

 

So I relaxed with a dance

Swaying to every high and every low

On majors and minors as it wavered through

about, the song I never sang, Do you know

 

by Hans Albert Lewis

Writer's Block

As she flew by my Window

and pressed her eyes to the Pane

Saw a fireplace, an old man shivering Cold

silent, remembering the days of War

Cursing the young times, brandish and Lazy

loosing his idles, his love, his Eye

The people into his trust he Let

wounds on his knees when he fell Down

Friends killed, his pen he had to Hang

drinks of joy and pain were now Over

He smiled, then laughed saying this is Life

wondering how he could spend the rest of his Time

He saw the sun set, it looked Good 

near the window a bird flew and said Bye

by Hans Albert Lewis

Note: This is a new style of poetry invented by Hans Albert Lewis. The double words WindowPane, ColdWar, LazyEye, LetDown, HangOver, LifeTime and GoodBye, are tacitly used in the poem to add more depth into the plot, character and story of the Poem also to add fun for cryptic poets. 

 

The Happiest Man

 

I’m the world’s happiest man

In the records I should definitely be

 

I’m the world’s happiest man

A smile on my face you will always see

Even when sadness has passed and

Knocking next is misery

 

My wife and children I have definitely lost

No job and with that no salary

All my friends are far away

And my relatives were never close

But with all this gone

I’m as happy as can be

 

I’ve no taxes to pay and bills to own

And never again will cry over money and loan

Ages have passed since my lips have tasted

Aged wine or any spirits and food that’s fine

Had starving nights and bitter cold fever

But happiness has been my only cure

 

For few days I felt deprived and alone

Since the boat had been broken down

And then with a little of positive thought

I made this lonely island my home

 

So I’m the world’s happiest man

In the records I should definitely be

 

By Hans Albert Lewis

Philanthropist in Need

My birth gave me the nature of being

helpful to other's pain and cold unbeing

They toiled the soil, some slept on roads

My forefathers fought this nation with swords

Good life and great taste I had it all laid forth

We had wide smiles, they hammered a wide forge  

When could we all see the same wrongs

listening to dylan and some of Lenon's songs

So I spoke the words touching every heart's chord

But words were words, my actions were discord 

I excused myself saying this pit was unforseeing

And I blamed it all on the nature of my being 

 

by Hans Albert Lewis

Homer's Sons

I bow before the greatest ones

Not Homer but his only sons

Iliad and Odyssey, Homer wrote

Words from the heart, his sons quote.

Homer spoke of how Odysseus fled

And Penelope weaved to never wed

But Homer's sons told women to bore

the pain when men left and shut the door

Trojan wars made Andromache a widow

The fall of Troy made Achilles a hero

But Homer's sons gave men the key

to open our minds for them to see

If Herodotus read this poem he'd spill

"My dear Hans I know of Homer and not his fils

Why if Homer's sons did the things you say

To the world their works I'd readily convey"

Now you think this poems of no use

Homer had no sons and the poet's screw is loose

But I'll stand my ground and respond to the hue

Milton , Keats, Wilde are just a few.

by Hans Albert Lewis

Note:

Homer is regarded as the great epic poet at the dawn of civilisation in Europe around 850 BC Greece. though there are speculations made wheter he really existed or if there were not one but many people who wrote under the name Homer.

Speculations aside, Iliad and Odyssey are two of his greatest works

Odysseus was the protagonist of 'Odyssey', who wandered for 10 years while returning from Troy. During that time, Penelope (his wife) weaved on a tapestry so she could keep suitors at bay. 

In Iliad, Andromache is the widow of Hector,chief defender of Troy who was killed in the Trojan wars between Troy and the Greeks. Achilles led the greek army and won against the Troys

Herodotus was a Greek Historian 400 years later.

A Broken Cycle.

                                                                     By Hans Albert Lewis

 

 

When I was small and ignorant

I ate and I drank and I laughed and I cried,

I obeyed.

 

When I was young and restless

I ate and I ate,

I drank and I drank,

I laughed and I laughed,

I cried and I cried,

I listened.

 

When I grew elder and wiser

I ate whenever I could eat,

I drank whenever I could drink,

I laughed whenever I could laugh,

I cried whenever I could cry,

Others listened.

 

When I grew old and alone

I ate and ate till I could eat no more,

I drank and drank till I could drink no more,

I laughed and laughed till I could laugh no more,

I cried and cried till I could cry no more.

 

 

 

I hope they remember me... when I live no more.

A Game of Cards _{by Hans Lewis}

 

The birds chirped loudly

The aroma of fresh cut grass filled the lawn

An evening tea to synchronise with the pleasant sun

 

A sudden breeze to shake the ambience

"You cheated", cried the unshaven man

 

Seated opposite, dandy, brushing his whiskers, calmly spoke,

The game was fair Mr. Terrorism

Your loss, once again displays your antagonism

 

I really don't understand, Mr Peace 

King and queen were in my palm

The knight, being your only psalm.

 

After a slurp of tea, Mr Peace explained

You forget I possessed the card with a creative shade

And wise with my thoughts, I slammed it down,

The Ace of Spades.

 

The breeze had turned into a gale

I may have lost but have you paused to think, queried Mr. Terrorism

Pity for your scarred face,

I gave up my red cards for your existence

 

The rough wind sparked the cunning sky.

A settlement was called for

You deal the pack, said one to the other

The winner will have the card, which is higher

 

But it will not end there, added Mr. Peace, as he took the risk

Only the winner will smell the breeze

 

The storm had vanished

The guillotine blade snapped

A melancholy face of Mr. Peace on a bodyless head

 

A smirk highlighted the standing opponent

He pulled up his sleeve

The breeze travelled swifter

A card fell down, the smiling face of the joker

 

The birds chirped loudly as they returned home   

The Sea Breeze

Faces in the clouds had now retired

The sun had drowned

The sea breeze slowly softly whispered

a relaxing sound

 

And in my garden of thoughts

you had tresspassed

brightening it with your light

a dream that  surpassed

 

Before the gentle breeze threatens your light

I will  have prayed to meet you

Our souls have now approved of each other

Even though I have not met you

 

Once again, as messengers of love

The breeze has whispered to another

 

By Hans Albert Lewis

Pure Humor

 Ha ha, he he, ho

After the curtains had just closed

Why do I laugh? Cried the rich man Jew,

He joked at my race and how my pointed nose grew

He made fun on me accent and me checkered skirt

My mama’s face has been compared to elephant’s dirt

Yes, why did we laugh? Ha ha, he he, ho

He made a pun on my name See Lee Mee No

He called us Indians cheap and not hip

And for that I’m not going to pay the waiter his tip

He pulled a gag on our dear leaders, every priest and every nun

But how everyone cackled, quiet were none

All his jokes were at someone else’s cost or his

If pure humor exists it’s again a big quiz

Though, when you think of all he said, it’s funny bro

Let’s all put our heads back and laugh

Ha ha, he he, ho 

by Hans Albert Lewis