My mind withdrew its thoughts from experience, extracting itself from the contradictory throng of sensuous images, that it might find out what that light was wherein it was bathed... And thus, with the flash of one hurried glance, it attained to the vision of That Which Is.
quote by Saint Augustine
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Each building has to be beautiful, but cheap and fast, but it lasts forever. That is already an incredible battery of seemingly contradictory demands. So yes, I'm definitely perhaps contradictory person, but I operate in very contradictory times.
quote by Rem Koolhaas
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Images of Time
The images in my mind is like my thoughts.
Expressing my thoughts is like expressing my feelings.
Words are spoken.All my images are broken.
Broken down into pieces, which can never be made into new dishes.
Those images of past.It takes time to last.
It will last forever for met to take over.
All those images wore my past life.
But it has nothing to do with my past life.
Those images can be forgotten.But not those people.
Those people who are in your images.Can be in a real image.
When you see those people in front of you.
You like to say 'How are you'?
If they say I am fine.Then you will think of those time.
poem by Yash Pradhan
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Only In My Mind
thoughts fire
mind blaze
run on wind
words sing mind melodies
words sing song new images
dance in heart veins flow
words shape shift
into new thoughts
concepts poems
several are written
in time heart beats
wonder stirs anew
but only in my mind
where the beauty sings
sung sight meditation
no words given unto paper
no words processed on light screen
no words kept mind record
dart of honeybird flight
bats fly sonar night vision
wing beats of wonder
words released born free
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Only A Vision
I cant see you when I look at you
Only see you in my memory
When I find you its just outside my sight line
Between experience and fantasy
Dont bear up to close inspection
Close inspection of the cold hard facts
Blow in and out of my life like a spirit
My eye cant see you but my mind reacts
Only a vision in the corner of my eye
Only a vision that I see out of the corner of my eye
Only a vision
Said you loved me
Heard that plain as day
I should lose this
Vision fade away
Whats holding on to me
Just some state of mind
Feelings coming on
One more time
Close inspection
Ive checked this out again and again
And it wont respond to cold hard facts
Then you blow in and out of my life like a spirit
My mind knows better but my heart reacts
Only a vision in the corner of my eye
Only a vision that I see out of the corner of my eye
Only a vision girl
I wish that vision that Im seeing was real
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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When you ask me to read your poem
There is this gleaming brightness
Inside my mind
This momentary flash of light
A short flicker
My eyes are shiny looking wet with tears
The page glistens
The words move
To and fro and I have predicted where they all stop
Frozen and steady still like mannequins
I throw my glance like a ping-pong ball
Bouncing back
I only peeked in fact
I have not seen anything interesting
The two poems
The poem you write that you ask me to read
Is the same poem I wrote recently
How come?
There is a tiny, quick flash of light
Inside my mind
Did it come from the same God?
We need to sit and talk
To discuss the sameness of our boredoms
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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S7
early morning eyes
fresh from their dreams
the mind recalls
the heart confirms
all the emotions still contained
vivid images in technicolor
the hands summon the fingers
write, write, write
strike while the iron is hot
cliche, cliche
now the thoughts rush like a flood
from the forest mountains
the fingers are adept at all these
one with the mind and heart
and so here we are again
slaves of our art
redeemed risen anew
maybe still cold and perhaps even frozen
thaw
melt only to be solidified again when the sun comes
irony of the mind
paradoxes of the heart
listen
to you i am saying nothing
it is for me
in the labyrinths of my confusions i am trying to find my way out
trapped fly in a bottle
buzzing for its wish for freedom
genie
wanting someone to rub its ancient lamp
if you let me free
you may have four wishes
and that is not just a promise
it is a contract
morning thoughts
tunnels without end lights yet
there is yet no exit
and so you still find me here in my own shadow
fog and mist
trails filled with tall grasses
up there is the house of my intentions
a figure waits but i do not know yet who
surprises surprises
anticipations of life
these are all the reasons
hazy as a refraction of light bending upon a glassy vision
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tears Reflection
Tears reflection
Moving sand, on them, I stand
Deserted In driest self esteem
Shadow of mine questioned me repeatedly
To whom my soul chained to
My soul, am i departed from you?
Silence abduct the sound
As if the flowing air ceased
Till the pain to be clearly heard
Loud in mind louder in heart
Whispering sharp, bleed me hard
On this finest sand, i still stand
When all energy now left broken
By the burning sun in front
So another step has frozen
Burned strength with aches pain
Illuminated rays, behind these eyes
Pigmented my vision for years
But as for now, fears deserted mind
Images seems blur, make pain so real
Dark as red rose to be lachrymose
Bleeding emotion wash out all sights
Dissolves my colorful thoughts
Be in the drops by my eyes pressure
Free fall touching my dry heels
Rainy tears soon wet my toes
And drained my sober continuously
Soaked me in the tears sea
Front of these eyes
All white, faded sight
No Images, left, up or right
The only one is below,
There's someone
The one that once was mine
Self reflection in another side
Dive into you, i will lost to
Drowning in you, I want back to
Stain my sight of past chromatic vision
Swimming with images back to mind
In a long trail of sleeping
Revived dream draw lines
Lead my soul find home
The lost has returned
Again...
Morning light wake me up
Soft on green grasses, I stand again
Eyes wide open with returned vision
Watching real after lost in illusion
Chaining soul and sanity
Back to me
poem by Unwritten Soul
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Normal Men Now Knowing
I see a man who forces my knowing head
To scrutinize his face, and dozens of fields
Of learning gaze back at me for the bed
Is low on the ground and I need shields.
These thoughts run towards me and we fly
Forming images in my inner mind
Like a brainy occupation which we amplify
Am I ever imagining or dreaming blind.
I see men or women in the formation ahead
Opening a passageway ghostly and pained;
Mostly a suffered man is alien to me, only to behead
As he claims manhood and not womanhood attained.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Images
I think images are worth repeating
Images repeated from a painting
Images taken from a painting
From a photo worth re-seeing
I love images worth repeating
Project them upon the ceiling
Multiply them with silk screening
See them with a different feeling
Images, oh, images
Images, oh, images
Some say images have no feeling
I think theres a deeper meaning
Mechanical precision or so its seeming
Instigates a cooler feeling
I love multiplicity of screenings
Things born anew display new meanings
I think images are worth repeating
And repeating and repeating
Images, oh, images
Images, images
Im no urban idiot savant
Spewing paint without any order
Im no sphinx, no mystery enigma
What I paint is very ordinary
I dont think Im old or modern
I dont think I think Im thinking
It doesnt matter what Im thinking
Its the images that are worth repeating
And repeating, oh, images
Images
If youre looking for a deeper meaning
Im as deep as this high ceiling
If you think technique is meaning
You might find me very simple
You might think that images boring
Cars and cans and chairs and flowers
You might find me personally boring
Hammer, sickle, mao tse tong
Mao tse tong
Ooohhh, images, images
Images
I think that it bears repeating
The images upon the ceiling
I love images worth repeating
And repeating and repeating
Images, images
Oh, images, oh, images
song performed by by Lou Reed
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The essence of intelligence is skill in extracting meaning from everyday experience.
Time Receding
The least of my thoughts are seldom of you-
only occasionally now
do the images flash-
those vague shreds of the past
which often sideswipe my mind
while I am doing something else.
The least of my heartbeats
are barely audible now,
I am smoothing out that rough road
which once was
our love.
But, I know your least
filled my every need
and only twice do I think of you now
but these two
are day and night.
My heart can't afford now other surcease
in this;
My mind cannot suffice it;
My heart continues to beat
least it stop forever
suspended in bliss,
the bliss that was
the least of which
was more than
I have ever known.
I take these soft laments
with me into the You Time
which I allow my self
only twice each day-
all day
and all night-
because my consolation
there,
even in residual,
is almost enough
so sweet it is
being with you
even in this inward way
testifies to the strength
that was
our love.
If there were more than day
and night
you'd find me there,
you on my mind.
I'll not say farewell to this
I don't have the strength.
I draw my breath,
breathe you in
and Time recedes
reuniting us.
Who could resist this?
Time Here Receding
offers Bliss,
And I am its willing prisoner.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Thoughts Inside
An agriculture of thoughts inside the brain
Remains artistic, a feeling of war too attained.
The traders of mental weakness are few,
The industry of exact sciences remains the same.
One triumphs when the losing of thoughts is attained,
Ignored and betrayed, the victor now ends up.
The set of articles pertaining to his record
Are consulted to read into and to busy with.
One government is enough, one thought cancels again,
This thinker wonders along life once more.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Thoughts Mind Soul Echoes
thoughts like children
scatter from our mind
thoughts were part of us?
thoughts came from us?
thoughts live beyond us?
thoughts outlive our lives?
thoughts mind soul echoes
haunting fragments of mind
light shines through prisms
separates into colour bands
thought trails sunset colours
spectrum ribbons thoughts
spiral into keen conceptions
meaning insight discriminates
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Sensuous Whisper
Ive seen you, I saw you, I see you
Without little notice, if any at all
Of you knowing me watchin you
You walking, you talking, you smiling
You styling in everything your body wears
And thats not just a point of view
Theyre painting, theyre ranting, theyre raving
About miss lovely got it going on
From head down to her toes
And no one knows better than I know
Cause Ive been listening to the spirit of
Your body, mind and soul
Its a sensuous whisper
That makes my body weak
Its that sensuous whisper
Thats sweeter than the sweetest sweet
Its that sensuous whisper
That makes my psyche say
Ooh we, ooh wee, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we
Can feel you, can smell you, can taste you
Though my senses never had the pleasure of
That lovely wonderment
But I start to shaking, I shiver, to think that little sparkle in your eye
Means you are giving me some kind of hint
Im ready, Im willing, Im able
In fact those words are at the tip of my tongue
Eagerly waiting for me to say
Then you smile and whisper how are you?
But when I move my lips and try to speak the words just go away
Its a sensuous whisper
That makes my body weak
Its that sensuous whisper
Thats sweeter than the sweetest sweet
Its that sensuous whisper
That makes my psyche say
Ooh wee, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we
Its that sensuous whisper thats got me trippin out
Its that sensuous whisper
That I dont wanna do without
Its that sensuous whisper
That makes me want to shout
Ooh we, ooh wee, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we
I dont even care how long it takes
As long as I have you lying next to me
Cause to wait forever and a day
Is a small price to pay if its you Im getting
If its you Im getting, Im not quitting
And that is how Im living
Im clinging, not dreaming, but scheming
With my nose against the grind and both my eyes focused upon the prize
I think it, I trust it, I know it
Your love that Ive longed for is gonna be mine
Good things do come in time
Im right on the rythm youre givin
But this is more than giving up some casual mental telepathy
The music, the candles, the champagne and all thats needed
Is one thing to give it authenticity
Its a sensuous whisper
That makes my body weak
Its that sensuous whisper thats sweeter than the sweetest sweet
Its that sensuous whisper
That makes my psyche say
Ooh wee, ooh wee, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we
Its that sensuous whisper
Thats got me trippin out
Its that sensuous whisper
That I dont wanna do without
Its that sensuous whisper
That makes me want to shout
Ooh we, ooh wee, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we
Its a sensuous whisper
That makes my body rock
Its that sensuous whisper
That makes me beg baby dont ever stop
Its that sensuous whisper
That always get me hot, baby
Ooh wee, ooh wee, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we
Its that sensuous whisper
That makes me feel alright
Its that sensuous whisper
That keep me wanting you morning, noon and every single night
Its that sensuous whisper
Dont want you out of my sight, baby
Ooh we, ooh wee, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we, ooh we
Its that sensuous whisper (repeat)
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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catch Them Young' I Say..
I will blend two minds and will shout aloud
To the world, ' Here is the final human mind'.
I will infuse two hundred passions in to it and will sing aloud
To the throngs, 'Here is a mind that sans no glory heard ever'.
I will invent two million ordinary mortals and will speak
To their hearts, ' Here is your role model to frame a mind still'.
I search for the minds to be blended
And many minds flash before my eyes.
I like none - 'All are too narrow', I tell.
I search for the minds once again
And many more minds flash by, none appealing.
An agony strikes me, 'Where are those great minds? '
A millenium passes,
In the drought of mothers who give birth to none great
My blending dreams remain as a mirage
And I begin to write an elegy on the death of minds.
In the inner self of my mind that can never be blended with any other
A nightmare roams with all its scaring images.
I will blend two minds one day but I will not tell about it.
Or else I will tell someone to find them and catch them.
' Catch them young', I will tell him.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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The Chronicles Of A Day Stranded In Nature Part 5 Resist Even Out Here
Resist... resist with all my strength
Sometimes i find it hard to resist
I find myself thinking thoughts not be thought
It seems that to not think in this way makes my mind twist
This battle has been fought
Many times before
Yet the thoughts that are there to abhor
Not to surrender to... they're pleasurable O
As i grind my toes inside my shoe
And steady my jaw I resist the urge
And thoughts of the other... I wish to purge
These thoughts of any candidate for my wife
The one with which i spend my life
I must resist even when I rest
And I cannot let my guard down even after a hard test
They plague and pervade my mind
Though I like these thoughts... I still must find
Some peace from them, because for me they
Often are evil... how fey
Resist...resist... with all my mind
poem by David Knox
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My Obsession
I often think if I could find
a way to clear and subdue my mind,
I'd wish away all the thoughts that tear
into my heart. They're too hard to bear.
But it seems I have no power I possess
and so I'm compelled to always obsess
over my thoughts of you.
You, who show you are unaware
of how my mind cannot compare
the light of day with dark of night
or the feeling of bliss with dreadful fright
over my thoughts of you.
Though I've loved you more than life
coldness cuts me like a knife.
So with my mind unclear I say
I must keep my obsession of you at bay.
Easy to say, hard to do
for all I think about is you.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Anger Behind The Swing Of This Axe
With every swing of this well worn axe.
I'm thinking of you.
The anger burns right through.
Images flash across my brain.
It's like I'm watching the most hated reruns on television.
And no matter what I do they just keep playing.
I wish I never meant you.
I wish for something sweet instead of something so bitter.
I've been told the taste will fade.
Well I'm still waiting.
With every swing of this well worn axe.
I'm thinking of you.
The anger burns right through.
Images flash across my brain.
It's like I'm watching the most hated reruns on television.
And no matter what I do they just keep playing.
I wish I never meant you.
I wish for something sweet instead of something so bitter.
I've been told the taste will fade.
Well I'm still waiting..
I did everything right and it still went so wrong.
Perfection in the moment and now its gone.
If I only knew what I know now.
I would have ran for the hills.
Never looked back.
Like a ghost completely disappeared.
Across the hemisphere.
Above the highest atmosphere.
Mind you they are limitation I grant you.
But still I don't think it's that far of an exaggeration.
With every swing of this well worn axe.
I'm thinking of you.
The anger burns right through.
Images flash across my brain.
It's like I'm watching the most hated reruns on television.
And no matter what I do they just keep playing.
I wish I never meant you.
I wish for something sweet instead of something so bitter.
I've been told the taste will fade.
Well I'm still waiting.
With every swing of this well worn axe.
I'm thinking of you.
The anger burns right through.
Images flash across my brain.
It's like I'm watching the most hated reruns on television.
And no matter what I do they just keep playing.
I wish I never meant you.
I wish for something sweet instead of something so bitter.
I've been told the taste will fade.
Well I'm still waiting.
A broken heart I'm not debating.
For I know at one time I did love you.
But it faded as you became so god damn jaded.
Nothing I did was ever quite good enough.
With love their should never be any expectation.
Except not too stray or put yourself a abusive situation.
Support and do the best you can for your family and friends.
But in this case you didn't allow that to happen.
With every swing of this well worn axe.
I'm thinking of you.
The anger burns right through.
Images flash across my brain.
It's like I'm watching the most hated reruns on television.
And no matter what I do they just keep playing.
I wish I never meant you.
I wish for something sweet instead of something so bitter.
I've been told the taste will fade.
Well I'm still waiting.
With every swing of this well worn axe.
I'm thinking of you.
The anger burns right through.
Images flash across my brain.
It's like I'm watching the most hated reruns on television.
And no matter what I do they just keep playing.
I wish I never meant you.
I wish for something sweet instead of something so bitter.
I've been told the taste will fade.
Well I'm still waiting.
I want to blame you for my unhappiness.
But I can not.
For I'm better off now then I ever have been.
In my eyes you have already been forgiven.
For your road was rockier then mine has ever been.
I will never forget the kids they will always be in my heart as if they were my own.
One autistic, the other blind.
You don't even acknowledge I ever existed.
Even as I ask how they are.
So I will never know.
With every swing of this well worn axe.
I'm thinking of you.
The anger burns right through.
Images flash across my brain.
It's like I'm watching the most hated reruns on television.
And no matter what I do they just keep playing.
I wish I never meant you.
I wish for something sweet instead of something so bitter.
I've been told the taste will fade.
Well I'm still waiting.
With every swing of this well worn axe.
I'm thinking of you.
The anger burns right through.
Images flash across my brain.
It's like I'm watching the most hated reruns on television.
And no matter what I do they just keep playing.
I wish I never meant you.
I wish for something sweet instead of something so bitter.
I've been told the taste will fade.
Well I'm still waiting.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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And hence he must be invisible; for a spirit cannot be seen by the eye of man: nor is there any thing in this principle contradictory to reason or experience.
quote by Adam Clarke
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Thunder Vision
I value qualities
I hope to cultivate
within my vision walk
I hope to trance
possess attain
without infestation
Thunder vision
flash thunders
irresistible mind song
poem by Terence George Craddock
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