Blinded by...

What are you blinded by?

  • Light?

    Votes: 1 4.5%
  • Love?

    Votes: 4 18.2%
  • Sun?

    Votes: 0 0.0%
  • Moon?

    Votes: 1 4.5%
  • Science?

    Votes: 1 4.5%
  • Beauty?

    Votes: 2 9.1%
  • Your hand?

    Votes: 0 0.0%
  • All sorts of shit.

    Votes: 9 40.9%
  • Why?

    Votes: 1 4.5%
  • Other (This option requires a 3,000 word essay.)

    Votes: 3 13.6%

  • Total voters
    22

Dillinger

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The light? Are you cut loose like a deuce another runner in the night? Or wrapped up like a douche another roller in the night?

Or maybe you're blinded by science? On the run? Or maybe it was she who blinded you with science and failed you in geometry?

Or blinded by love? Careful now, don't lose your mind! Got nothing on me baby! (Ah.. you don't have to love me). Blinded by the light of your love?

Blinded by rainbows? Do you dream at night? Do you sleep at night?

Maybe you're blinded by beauty? Sirens in the dark?

Blinded by the moonlight? One wild night?

Perhaps you're blinded by me? You can't see a thing, just call my name.

Springsteen? Dolby? Manfred Mann? Monifah? Gloria Estefan? Keith Sweat? Stones? Destiny? Bon Jovi? Metallica? What is YOUR reference point?

What did I miss? What else are you blinded by? And who did the blinding?
 
I'm never blind, Dilly. Sometimes, I wish I were.
 
Bruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuce!

Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge,
Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain.
 
By my own brilliance.

Which, of course, means I see everything.
 
I changed my mind. It's rainbows afterall.

The Rainbow Connection
Why are there so many songs about rainbows
And what's on the other side?
Rainbows are visions, but only illusions,
And rainbows have nothing to hide.
So we've been told and some choose to believe it
I know they're wrong, wait and see.
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection,
The lovers, the dreamers and me.


Who said that every wish would be heard and answered
When wished on the morning star?
Somebody thought of that, and someone believed it,
And look what it's done so far.
What's so amazing that keeps us stargazing
And what do we think we might see?
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection,
The lovers, the dreamers, and me.


All of us under its spell,
We know that it's probably magic...


... Have you been half asleep? And have you heard voices?
I've heard them calling my name.
... Is this the sweet sound that calls the young sailors?
The voice might be one and the same
I've heard it too many times to ignore it
It's something that I'm s'posed to be...
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection,
The lovers, the dreamers, and me.


Laa, da daa dee da daa daa,
La laa la la laa dee daa doo...
 
Blinded by the need to see...

Too much of a good thing, methinks.
 
Oh PCG, I cry every time I hear Kermit sing that song. Great words. Even better lesson.
 
Well, you forgot masturbation. That one had me worried as a kid. Especially when I found out I needed glasses. :p

(unless that's what you meant by 'your hand'?)
 
Well, sometimes I touch the night, and fear the final hours, but I never put down paradise as lost. It's there somewhere, I just have to look harder.
 
Hamletmaschine said:
Well, you forgot masturbation. That one had me worried as a kid. Especially when I found out I needed glasses. :p

(unless that's what you meant by 'your hand'?)

Yes... *grin*
 
Sometimes I am blinded by Lust....need...and greed. Other times I am blinded by myself and the future.
 
The beliefs I am unready to renounce. Which doesn't mean that I renounce all the beliefs I am ready to renounce: simply, they are not the ones which blind me.
 
Sometimes I'm blinded by rage. Injustice does that to me. Little else does.
 
How about blinded by rage? It's a toss-up between that and lust.

yeah, yeah, stability is not my middle name
 
Being blinded can be an eye-opening experience

I can be blinded by inner beauty, the things I think no one else can see. I search for it, that something different. I can be overwhelmed by it. So much so that I allow myself to be led by it, to follow it willingly into the darkness. It can be addicting, the feeling of having your heart pounding as the light fades. You lose yourself to the beauty. It's the thrill of not knowing what will come next. You are so drawn in you know you can't stop, so blind you know you have no choice left but TO follow. I want to lose sight, to be blind. I want to feel.
 
Re: Being blinded can be an eye-opening experience

Unregistered said:
I can be blinded by inner beauty, the things I think no one else can see. I search for it, that something different. I can be overwhelmed by it. So much so that I allow myself to be led by it, to follow it willingly into the darkness. It can be addicting, the feeling of having your heart pounding as the light fades. You lose yourself to the beauty. It's the thrill of not knowing what will come next. You are so drawn in you know you can't stop, so blind you know you have no choice left but TO follow. I want to lose sight, to be blind. I want to feel.

lol now i know how people post while unregistered..you run out of time while thinking :p I got caught up in how I would like to be blinded right now :devil: LOL
 
The feeling man,



I see him on my way to busyness.
His clothes reveal his indifference for mirrors.
I recognize his shuffle.
It’s the one I use on midnight excursions through my darkened world:
Short, tentative steps moving forward, but poised to retract at the first hint of danger.
Deftly his hand commands a long antennae as he feels his way across the busy street.

Inward, I search for the feelings of this gentle pedestrian.
I feel the cacophony of hurried traffic.
I taste its acrid belch.
Loneliness overwhelms my emotions…
my heart aches…
my eyes water.

His courage is my solace.
Visceral strength-
to let go with the eyes and feel one’s way.
 
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