Your intellect may be confused, but your emotions will never lie to you.
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Confused
I am confused with love and fear.
I am confused with the taste of my tear.
I am confused of where I'll go.
I am confused of what I'll know.
I am confused of whos my family.
I am confused of what makes me happy.
I am confused by what I do.
I am confused of what's true.
I am confused by your touch.
I am confused oh so much.
poem by Jean Pullman
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Emotions
Excuse me, I do not make these emotions
They arise without any effort from me,
They agitate, they disturb me, this
this sorrow, this hate, this strong feelings of revenge and get even
This love
The very essence of my poems
This war between these that come without my consciousness
These emotions always at war
With my intellect,
Excuse me, I do not create them myself
I am not therefore responsible, and I leave these emotions
All to you
I do not wish to be damaged by them
I only want to be with them in such feeling and sensibility as
Joy, and overjoy,
And overwhelming joy and reverence and elations
Now, is it sorrow and hate and indifference?
Excuse me, they are not mine, take them all with you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My intellect has always been more responsible than my emotions for how I respond to the world.
quote by Suzanne Vega
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I believe that the great painters with their intellect as master have attempted to force this unwilling medium of paint and canvas into a record of their emotions.
quote by Edward Hopper
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I Am Confused
I see a horse
When I see a horse
Try to compose it
or, paint it.
All the time I see
a smiling donkey
on a white sheet.
I am confused
why it happens
Of all the lives
why it is donkey.
I am confused
why it happens
I am confused
I am confused.
poem by Devil Poet
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There is not enough high intellect to be catered to and when most people think of Hiphop they think of low intellect.
quote by Slick Rick
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We should not pretend to understand the world only by the intellect. The judgement of the intellect is only part of the truth.
The very essence of literature is the war between emotion and intellect, between life and death. When literature becomes too intellectual - when it begins to ignore the passions, the emotions - it becomes sterile, silly, and actually without substance.
quote by Isaac Bashevis Singer
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Language is the soul of intellect, and reading is the essential process by which that intellect is cultivated beyond the commonplace experiences of everyday life.
quote by Charles Scribner, Jr.
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As you see, I do not treat the creation of fiction, that to say the invention and development of fantasies, as a form of abstract thought. I don't wish to deny the uses of the intellect, but sometimes one has the intuition that the intellect by itself will lead one nowhere.
quote by J.M. Coetzee
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O My Baby! ..Where Had You Gone? [ Prologue ]
-The Prologue-
Emotions-Intellect;
How many many relentless duels between these two characters!
Emotion-
It is a molten fire ever on pouncing feet!
Intellect -
Ever on slow steady measured movements!
In the blind ferocity of emotion's eruptions....education, culture,
equanimity...all would drown, demoralize, crumble and crash!
It is a fact that emotions care or leave nobody in their trail of destruction...respect none also!
Only when the emotions slowly subside...only after their boisterous rush recedes, then only one could see the imprints of the intellect.
A Mother-
A very high intellectual personality...with a research degree in a renowned foreign university..marrying an equally competent scholar as husband in the same golden land.
A misfortune strikes that Mother.
Her first conception, like a disturbed dream, meets death during gestation.
Again...
The infant, which is delivered, after as if hatching ten months of her dear dreams, after swimming against the strong currents of pain, the life that sprouted in full shape, dies within a day of its world entry.
Regaining consciousness..
At the moment of saying 'good-bye' to the departing pains..
to hear the special first shrill honey-dripping cry of the baby..
resembling ' ammaa..ammaa'...
Lo..she is not blessed for the supreme moment in a mother's life!
Imagine..what would have been the state of her mind then?
Misery overpowers the intellect and shocks her mind with quakes of sorrow and anger and deceit.
The whole worldly life turns bitter and unbearable.
Wherever she turns and in whatever she associates with...anywhere and everywhere a meaningless and unjustifiable vacuum encounter her.
crushed and crumbled underneath the pulverising feet of death are all her dreams
Even the thoughts about children too frighten her soul.
Why that injustice? for what harm?
Every thing defies reason.
Her mind refuses to accept the death of her innocent infant.
In the heavy mindset of that gloomy Mother
I sink myself for a few poignant moments
And harvest her withered crops of sadness with a poem.
What follow are those poetic tears...
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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As you see, I do not treat the creation of fiction, that to say the invention and development of fantasies, as a form of abstract thought. I dont wish to deny the uses of the intellect, but sometimes one has the intuition that the intellect by itself will lead one nowhere.
quote by J.M. Coetzee
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The Use Of Words
I use the word 'pejorative'
As a lightning rod of kinds
To measure people's intellect
And the brightness of their minds.
In business meetings i will use
Rude words - for just to see
If they are now day dreaming
Or still listening to me.
For the right word in the wrong place
Can make listeners confused
All words have more than meaning
That comes from how they're used
poem by David Keig
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Seers with intellects
Intellect is behind a mission’s success.
Ideals it stands for matters the least.
One’s intellect sees it grow and branch.
Seers’ intellects not virtues make them great.
09.05.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Experimentations
i am fond of experimentation o!
i dramatize even small emotions those like dots and dashes
on the street where cars and buses are so confused about who i am, , ,
a line, a question mark running off
the road
siding and hiding with the shallowness of emotions at times
o! i mean nothing to you O! you mean nothing to me!
o! my fingers play with the ring
o! my tongue lashes like the whips of weathered words
stairs rise! moons collide turn into pieces of meteorites!
stardusts! jupiter rings! volcanic craters!
o! you look for a meaning of your life!
o! loser! come! come! run! run run run run keep running away!
you are the ruined bust of greatness.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Well, if you're talking about the current climate, there's a lack of content in American film because I think people are deeply confused about their emotions, and they don't regret certain aspects of their own foreign policy.
quote by Neil Jordan
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None speak of the bravery, the might, or the intellect of Jesus; but the devil is always imagined as a being of acute intellect, political cunning, and the fiercest courage. These universal and instinctive tendencies of the human mind reveal much.
quote by Lydia M. Child
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Intellect
You might have possessed so many things
The stars, the sun, the moon, the whole universe
But if you have not possessed me
You possess nothing!
You are a blunt, a dullard dull
The beggar of the street.
You might be proud of so many things which
One can't have today but tomorrow can
And all these things dwindle when you distribute
But I am the exception and the opposite
The maximum use of anything is a poison
But I become the nectar if you use the maximum
You might have written on so many things
from hell to heaven
You might have composed so many poems
from complex to simple
But if you have not on me,
you have written or composed nothing!
you are neither a poet nor a writer.
you have not achieved anything either!
You might have believed on so many things
But if you have not believed me
You have believed nothing
As I am the unbelievable to believe
The strength, the power
If you hone me
I cut, cut very sharply
I create, create very absolutely
I can give the desires the wings
I can make fly the colorful dreams..
So hone me, hone me! hone me!
You might have sung so many songs
But If you have not sung the song of me
You are not a singer
You are a deaf!
You are a dumb!
So sing intellect! intellect! intellect!
Sing intellect! intellect! intellect!
The creator of every human creations
The inventor of every inventions
The real power, the real beauty
The real achievement of human history.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Hang On To Your Emotions
When your imagination has too much to say
When the chill of the night meets the sweat of the day
And you have trouble understanding what other people have to say
Youd better
Hang on to your emotions, hang on to your emotions
When a demagogue inside your head has taken charge
And by default what you say or do is criticized
And this litany of failures is recited a thousand times
Youd better
Hang on to your emotions, hang on to your emotions
Could it be youve never felt like that
That your minds a cage - inside the cage a cat
That spits and scratches all it can get at
And thats you, and your emotions
Could it be youve never felt like that
Your minds a cage - inside the cage a rat
Rabidly trying to get it, you
And your emotions, you and your emotions
When your imagination has too much to say
When that facile voice inside your head says give your life away
You might think to ask - how it got that way
What books it has read - that make it that way
And where it got the right - to speak to anyone that way
Youd better
Hold on to your emotions, hold on to your emotions
When a night citys breeze blows across the room
And a 5 am moon and sun start their swoon
You hear your lovers breath
And not a moment too soon
You get to
Release all your emotions, you get to
Let go of your emotions, and now
Release all your emotions, youd better
Let go of your emotions
Release, I wanna let go
I wanna release, now
song performed by by Lou Reed
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INTELLECT, WISDOM and SPIRITUALITY
Intellect knows through understanding
Wisdom understands without knowing
Spirituality needs no intellect or wisdom
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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