A vacant mind is open to all suggestions, as a hollow mountain returns all sounds.
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Open Up Your Eyes
Choosing stones...
Big enough to drag me down
Where I am...
People's voice's make hollow sounds
Just be quiet...
They'll go away
Open up your eyes...
Don't let your mind tell the story here
Open up your eyes...
Just let me go
It's so safe...
It's so safe floating in the glass
While above...
While above all your troubles pass
Just be quiet...
They'll go away
Open up your eyes...
Don't let your mind tell the story here
Open up your eyes...
Just let me...
Open up your eyes...
Don't let your mind tell the story here
Open up your eyes...
Just let me go
song performed by by Tonic from Lemon Parade
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Sounds in Mind
This mind is full of sounds…
like Shakespeare’s island; though
no mind is like an island…
where are all those sounds stored,
indexed, waiting tidy on their shelves?
Only when a sound returns
do you realise that it’s been missing..
hasn’t deprivation always been
the Creator’s pointed message to us?
just now, sitting with a teacup,
after a ‘testing’ week…
a gentle, sweet and reasonable
woman’s mother voice returns
to mind's uncatalogued fine inner ear;
reminds me it’s been absent for awhile..
and the world that seemed so alien last week
surrounds me with its mellow sound of care.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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A Fact Of My Life
I am always rewinding things
To hear what was missed between
The spaces between the spaces...
Words that were not spoken
Wonderful things never said
But were going through my mind
Like a hard rubber ball
Bouncing between the walls
Of the spaces between the walls....
Echoes reverberate
With incessant sound
Of inarticulate voices...
Incomprehensible
Maddening hollow sounds
Crash against walls of hollow sounds...
Which drive me to madness
Trying to coexist
In a world outside me...
In which hollow sounds
Resound against crashed walls
Of rewinding empty spaces....
That is my life
What else can I say....
COPY WRITE©2009
poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Pick up any newspaper or magazine, open the TV, and you'll be bombarded with suggestions of how to have a successful life. Some of these suggestions are deeply unhelpful to our own projects and priorities - and we should take care.
quote by Alain de Botton
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When I'm asked who my audience is, I say someone with an open mind, which is not a vacant one and sometimes a liberal mind is not the same thing as an open one.
quote by Todd Solondz
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An Empty House
A house that's always empty
always feels its pain.
It's hollow and it's lifeless
and knows that it's insane
to shelter not a single soul
and hear no welcome sounds
because all of its rooms are vacant
and emptiness surrounds
its space.
A house that's always empty
wears a lonely face.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Hollow Man
Emptiness consuming me
Head in hands, I can hardly speak
looking for solitude, Lost in humanity
True knowledge leads to suffering
A constant quest an endless dream
Searching for inner peace, hidden so deep in me
Don't wanna be a hollow man
Ain't gonna be the hollow man
Don't wanna be a hollow man
Ain't gonna be the hollow man
Sadness comes knocking constantly
Filling up my eyes, for all to see
Peace will come some day, I pray that it finds a way
Darkness caressing my mind and soul
My spirits rejecting, I'm feeling whole
Emptiness goes away, fills with the light of day
Don't wanna be a hollow man
Ain't gonna be the hollow man
Don't wanna be a hollow man
Ain't gonna be the hollow man
I rise up like the pheonix from the ashes of an older way
With wisdom gained, I turn away, I turned away
Hollow man, find yourself some other Plan
Don't wanna be a hollow man Ain't gonna be the hollow man
Don't wanna be a hollow man
Ain't gonna be the hollow man
song performed by by Iced Earth
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Many a man thinks he has an open mind, when it's merely vacant.
Vacant Space
this is the vacant space
of my room, you may come
this is the vacant hour
you may barge and talk simply talk
this is the vacant lot of my being
you may build your home
this is vacant
fill it with space, drag your hours here,
start watering the roses in your garden
beside your house
this is a vacant hole in my ear
talk simply talk
i am always listening
this is my vacant line, please fill in the missing
word
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Mountain Of Love
Open up your window
Open up your door
I need a taste of your sweet, sweet love
Thats all Im livin for
Ive been down on my luck
Down on my knees
Just waitin for a chance to show you baby
I only aim to please
Hey-hey-honey
Im out on the edge Im on the borderline
Hey little honey
You wont believe whats goin through my mind
Ill build a mountain of love
Everytime I think of you
A mountain of love
See it risin up, and all youve gotta do
Is get high on my mountain of love
There aint no use in pretendin
Cause Ive got my eyes on you
The first time that I saw you girl, I knew
Nobody else would do
Hey-hey-honey
Take a little trip, take a ride with me
Hey little honey
cause Ive got something youve just gotta see
Its a mountain of love
High enough to touch the sky
A mountain of love
Cant you feel it burnin up inside
Im gonna build a big mountain of love
Everytime I think of you
Youll feel a mountain of love
See it risin up, and all youve gotta do
Is get high on my mountain of love
Hey-hey-honey
Im out on the edge, Im on the borderline
Say little honey
Come with me and well climb, climb, climb.....
song performed by by Foreigner
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In The Ocean of Sense
In the Ocean of sense
thoughts flow in its depth
has no beginning no ending
something mind and brain hail
Tries with the ladder
travels far and far
runs like a horse here to there
When finds something of interests
returns to its dwelling abode
takes a chair with cheering face
If found nothing in the Ocean
returns being tired of haze
even in sleeping keeps open its race
Soul pours sense and sense sails thoughts
thought sails mind to be with that
all are with instinct thoughts need to ride
at last in the Ocean swims pride.
poem by Braja Lal Devnath
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Open Minds
Open your mind,
to things unknown,
search the universe
of your soul.
Open your mind,
to your heart
of feelings
buried deep within.
Open your mind
to your ear
of nature and
its beauty.
Open your mind
to knowledge
of things
unlearned yet.
Open your mind
to days gone
by of memories
vanished away.
Open your mind
to your feelings
hidden away
deep in your heart.
Open your mind
to my heart
to know how
i feel toward you.
wrote 3-31-07
When The Poem Returns Life Returns
WHEN THE POEM RETURNS LIFE RETURNS
When the poem returns life returns
There is enthusiasm and exuberance again
There is something to live for
And dreams are dreams
And hopes give hope-
When the poem returns life returns
And I begin again here
As if there is some sense after all
In writing and living again.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Look Down
by Carole King & Toni Stern
I'm holding my hand out, keeping my head high,
Trying to get out of mechanical nights,
When I get to the top of the clear, crystal mountain,
I'm going to stay up there as long as I can.
And look down,
Dig in the sights all around,
Listen to all of the sounds and look down,
And look down and look in.
And my mind sends me reeling, breathing and feeling,
I remember the time when I tried to come clean,
But my interests collided, besides I was misguided,
And who do you confide in when you trip on a dream?
And look down,
Dig in the sights all around,
Listen to all of the sounds and look down,
And look down and look in.
If you want to come with me and tell me what you see,
Just step in beside me and do what you want,
And you may see clearly, though it sometimes is lonely,
To be free is the only possession that counts.
I'm holding my hand out, I'm keeping my head high,
Trying to get out of mechanical nights,
When I get to the top of the clear, crystal mountain,
I'm going to stay up there as long as I can.
Dig in the sights all around,
Listen to all of the sounds and look down,
And look down,
And look down,
And look down,
Look down,
Look down,
Look down,
Hold on, I'm coming.
song performed by by Monkees
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Not Forgotten
Not forgotten, although gone,
thoughts of you go on and on.
One clear picture and then another
come to mind as if to smother
any other scene where you're not there.
For I can remember you everywhere.
Not forgotten, although gone,
I awaken and again I'm drawn
back from dreams to reality.
Yes you're gone, not your memory.
Another day that I must face.
I stare again into vacant space.
Not forgotten, not by me.
With open eyes I still can see
every feature, every look.
To me you were an open book.
Nothing hidden on any page,
now I'm trapped in this worldly cage
without you.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Hollow Ones
the hollow ones
live in a hollow world,
walk a hollow path
with hollow hearts.
speaking often, never talking.
listening, but never hearing.
touching, but never feeling.
inhaling, but never exhaling.
with nothing behind their
hollow eyes.... insulated,
burning nuclear fuel
in a carbon world...
an ingrown toenail
on the foot...
of an angry God!
the hollow ones...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Hollow Man
it is the hollow man
who abandons
God.
God waits.
The hollow man floats away.
God goes near him.
The hollow man drifts farther away
from His Bounty.
God understands.
The hollow man does not listen.
Ears are perforated
by his ego and
pride.
Then, the end has come.
The hollow man goes
to hell.
Combustible
the fires of Hell
so easily consumed him.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Repeat That, Repeat
Repeat that, repeat,
Cuckoo, bird, and open ear wells, heart-springs, delightfully sweet,
With a ballad, with a ballad, a rebound
Off trundled timber and scoops of the hillside ground, hollow hollow hollow ground:
The whole landscape flushes on a sudden at a sound.
poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins
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In the past there were various suggestions in the framework of financial and other agreements to benefit with Iran. But Iran interpreted those suggestions in a mistaken way and deceived the international community.
quote by Moshe Katsav
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Suggestions
Few suggestions do I make.
Especially to those,
Who solicit them.
Most times folks await,
Suggestions they prefer and like.
And it becomes difficult,
To be both honest and polite...
With someone who tries to define,
My interpretation...
Of what I 'really' meant.
To defy in denial...
With a prepared and customary,
Excuse.
Few suggestions do I make.
Especially to those,
Who solicit them.
When I know I am honest in my assessments.
And folks aren't ready for the truth...
Unless it agrees with them.
Only to hear them say back to me,
'What makes you an authority?
Judge and jury? '
My response?
'Years experienced,
In being a complete jackass!
And it becomes easier for me to identify one!
You...
Are still in the midst of development.
And I understand that too! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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