The thinker
THE THINKER.
JOE BLOGGS, YOU’VE RETIRED TO THAT PRIVATE PLACE
WHERE YOU CAN CONTEMPLATE THE PROBLEMS OF THE HUMAN RACE
OTHERS MAY CALL IT THE SMALLEST ROOM, WHERE SOMETIMES IT’S AS COLD AS STONE
BUT YOU DON’T MIND A BIT AS IT’S YOUR VERY OWN THRONE
YOU’LL SIT RELAXED WHILE YOUR MIND ATTEMPTS TO FIX THE WORLD AND BEYOND
MAYBE ONE DAY YOU’LL COUNT EVERY GRAIN OF SAND
YOU SOMETIMES COMPARE YOURSELF WITH AN FAMOUS HISTORICAL THINKER
BUT RIGHT NOW YOUR ONLY ACCOLADE WOULD SURELY BE AN UNWELCOMED STINKER.
BRIAN ROY SKYERS
07.09.2011.
poem by Brian Roy Skyers
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The Thinker Thinks
News a drag…
Pants that sag…
The thief in the nite…
Lovers quarrel that ends in a fight…
The Thinker Thinks…
That life is a pain…
All four seasons of nature…
Surely comes to past…
The bitter with the sweet…
The boastful with the meek…
The Thinker Thinks
Spirit led intentions guides your life…
Keeping joy, love, and smiles during strife…
(e.g.) Martin Luther king…
The Thinker Thinks…
Is life a pain…
That ends in death…or what…
Befell …us…
A conquest…
The Thinker Thinks
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Litterbugs
LITTERBUGS.
HUMAN BEINGS DON’T HALF MAKE ME BITTER
WHEN THEY’VE FINNISHED FEEDING THEIR FACES
THEY JUST DISCARD THE LITTER
CARTONS FROM THEIR CKICKEN AND CHIPS
CIGARETTE ENDS THAT THEY SHOOT FROM THE HIP
COKE AND PEPSI, EVEN HALF FULL
GINGER BEER, HEINEKEN AND RED BULL
FROM MY HIGH RISE FLAT A NAPPY GOES BY, THAT SOMEONES TRIED TO FLING
THE NEXT TIME I WAS RELEIVED …IT WAS ONLY A PIGEON ON THE WING
DON’T SAY A WORD, THEY’LL GET OFFENDED
BECAUSE THEIR ANTISOCIAL WAYS CANT BE MENDED.
BRIAN ROY SKYERS
12.09.2011.
poem by Brian Roy Skyers
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Love With A Thinker
Shes a definite thinker
It dont take a genius to see
Theres something ticking behind those eyes
What does she think of me
She has the answer when I dont know what to ask
And always lets me know so innocently
But when she gets that certain look on her face
I wonder what will be left when shes finished with me
God help me, Im in love with a thinker
Save me, lips of a singer
Help me, feet of a dancer
Save me, Im in love with a thinker
Yes, shes a definite thinker
Sometimes she tries to hide it from me
But when she starts talking over my head
It makes me dizzy
Im just a cipher in the master plan
Thats what I get for working out of my league
And though she says that I have nothing to fear
I wonder what will be left when shes finished with me
I know Im just a fool to her
But will she turn me into a memory
I have to make up the difference somehow
Though she insists we have equality
But every time she gets that look on her face
I wonder what will be left when shes finished with me
song performed by by Utopia
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A travelled man..a tribute to Mike Lyon.
I’VE BEEN A TRAVELING MAN EVEN BEFORE I WAS BORN
IT MATTERED NOT, A STORMY NIGHT OR A SUNNY MORN
A MONUMENTAL JOURNEY THAT WAS LIFE ITSELF
FOR NINE MONTHS I WRIGGLED AND THRASHED AND MADE MYSELF FELT
I WELCOMED THE WORLD, NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND
I ANNOUNCED MY PRESENCE WITH MY OWN PERSONAL SOUND
I EXPLORED THE FOUR CORNERS OF THE WORLD
IT GAVE ME THE INSPIRATION FOR THE LIFE I WOULD MOULD
MY KNOWLEDGE I HAD TO PROVE….CONFIRM
I MADE USE OF EVERY SCHOOL AND COLEGE TERM
THE MELODIES AND NOTES THAT HELPED MY MIND TO TICK
I ENVOKED SOME OF MY OWN WITH MY GUITAR PICK
THE LEGACY THAT IS MY OFFSPRING I WILL NEVER SURPASS
AS THEY DO ME PROUD AND STRIVE TO THE TOP OF THE CLASS
FATE HAS SENT ME TO THE RIGHT SCHOOL, I DIDN’T KNOW IT WAS TO MEET MY WIFE
THE UPS AND DOWNS, WORRY AND JOYS
I WASN’T TO KNOW SHE WOULD BE WITH ME TO THE END OF MY LIFE
I LET OUT A SECRET..OF THE PLACE IN CORNWALL I NAMED AFTER ME,
LYON POINT [ SMILE]
FOR WITH THAT NAME YOU KNOW ITS NO SLEEZY JOINT.
I BADE FAREWELL TO MY FRIENDS WHO I KNOW LOVE ME
ON MY FINAL JOURNEY, FAREWLL AGAIN AS IT WONT BE BY LAND OR SEA.
BRIAN ROY SKYERS
12.09.2011.
poem by Brian Roy Skyers
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No one can be a great thinker who does not recognize that as a thinker it is his first duty to follow his intellect to whatever conclusions it may lead. Truth gains more even by the errors of one who, with due study, and preparation, thinks for himself, than by the true opinions of those who only hold them because they do not suffer themselves to think.
John Stuart Mill in On Liberty (1859)
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Rodin’s, ‘The Thinker- Poet’
Auguste Rodin’s bronze-man sits,
(A muscled-body, nude to core) ,
In stooping posture, chin on fist,
Neck-flexed, a worried, smile-less face,
- Reflecting mind in thoughts, all deep.
The sculptor’s impeccable craft
Is evident in all details:
A haunting depth of vision cast,
Precisely –made contours and lines,
Revealing skill par excellence.
An example to art-lovers;
A master-piece that’s almost live;
A glorious work that’s immortal;
A metal fashioned so real-
Inviting crowds that never cease!
Who was the Thinker, Rodin made?
-Plato, Brando, Nietzsche or else?
Undeciphered, it yet remains;
A dejected, French lad’s effort,
That brought him luck in later times,
To build monuments of import.
The haunted mind of poor Rodin,
Thus resurrected sculpting art,
That almost dead lay, at that time,
Inspiring artists of new class,
That saw sculpturing techniques great.
Perhaps, the Thinker was Dante,
In front of Hell’s Gates pondering-
A naked man, upon a rock,
His mind engrossed in vivid dreams,
Creating poetry superb.
The Thinker was a Poet then!
A Poet’s mind must think a lot;
Imagining things those never seen;
A mind inspired from within,
Triggered by Nature’s glorious forms.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-18-2008
poem by John Celes
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Guest
I respect the mind of a questioner,
Providing a thinker more than a guess,
That comments all over the gambler,
Seeing a godly figure have world-caress.
poem by Naveed Akram
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That Part Of A Whole
it is a tiny part
as tiny as a grain of sand
you hardly give it
attention
you keep on saying
what is in this grain of sand
that philosophers
say contain this universe
something so tiny
yet to contain everything
and so you hold the grain of sand
against the light
and revolve it around your fingers
little finger planets
to the sun grain of sand
you cannot believe what you
felt and saw
and so you throw away that grain
of sand to the air
eating it like a big mouthed monsters
you are lost
your world dissolves
like ice
you turn to air
and there you are
gone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A thinker sees his own actions as experiments and questions--as attempts to find out something. Success and failure are for him answers above all.
Friedrich Nietzsche in The Gay Science
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Competition
Iam running race
Yet only with myself
Iam sincerely attempting to not compare nor
Compete with anyone else
This race to unveil my authentic self
To discover things about me
Not necessarily seen by anyone else
So Iam doing myself a favor
Self analyzing
Some may term, healing thyself
No real assistance from anyone else
Iam running at a moderate pace
So far no there's been no disgrace
Even thou at times
I somehow feel out of place
However, I intend to complete this race
I realize at the end
I may not recognize my face
This is a health provoking
Mind boggleling race
There are certain things
I must surely forever erase
I thank God for the awaking
I thank God for the race
poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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A Doorway
When you gave your love to me, I never gave you chains.
If you need to prove youre free.
My love for you remains (you know my love stays)
Love is not a prison cell.
True love can never die
Theres nothing that you shouldnt tell
You never have to lie (to me you shouldnt)
But if you have to keep something inside you.
You know Ill never want to steal it away
I respect your territory.
Hope theres room in world for me.
Is there room in your mind to see.
A doorway ? if you say
Blood is pumping through my heart.
And flowing through my veins.
All it keeps me living for.
The love that is sustains (you now I never).
Time stopped when I saw your face.
And if it start Ill cry
The universe is in your smile.
Is heaven in your eye ?
But if you have to keep something inside you.
You know Ill never want to steal it away
I respect your territory.
Hope theres room in your world for me.
Is there room in your mind to see.
A doorway ? if you say
I respect your territory (you need your territory.)
Hope theres room in your world for me (find a place in your world for me).
Is there room in your mind to see (I want a doorway).
A doorway ? if you say.
I respect your territory (you need your territory.)
Hope theres room in your world for me (keep a place in your mind for me ? ).
Is there room in your mind to see (I want a doorway).
A doorway ? if you say.
I know you need your territory (you need your territory.)
Is there room in your world for me (cant you see what it means to me ? ).
Hope theres room in your mind to see (I need a doorway).
A doorway ? one fine day (I want a).
I respect your territory (you need your territory.)
Hope theres room in your world for me (cant you find a place for me ? ).
Is there room in your mind to see.
A doorway ? if you say (I want a doorway).
I respect your territory (I need a territory.)
Hope theres room in your world for me (cant you find a place for me ? ).
Is there room in your mind to see (I want a doorway).
A doorway ? (I want a, I want a, I want a doorway).
If you say.
song performed by by Human League
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Private Life
This is my private life
I have no friends to fear
Ive got no problems no cross to bear
If you can find me
Come and get me out of here
Chorus
This is my private life
This is my private life
This is my private life . . .
These are my private things
There they are against the wall
The dirty pictures, religious objects
These are my private things
Come and get them out of here
This is my private bed
This is where I lie at night
Staring at a light bulb hanging on the ceiling
Waiting for a dream to
Come and get me out of here
Bridge
Here in my humble room at night
I often wonder what goes on out there
What makes them runs o scared
I often stare at the people passing by
But they cant see me thru my window shades
Just like Im not even there
Chorus
This is my private life
This is my private life
This is my private life
Theres something dangerous I like
This is my private life
I know my problems arent your fault
What I really want to know
Has it always been this way
This is my private life
This is my private life
This is my private life
Come and get me out of here
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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Grain Of Sand
I feel like Im walking on a mine
Im gonna leave it all behind
I feel like Im gaining my soul
While Im losing my mind
And I feel like I understand
And I feel like a grain of sand
Im gonna walk through that door
Im gonna see what its there for
cause all I ever want is your skin or your soul baby
But you couldnt give me either one of those
And I feel like I understand
And I feel like a grain of sand
And I feel like a grain of sand
You use to hold me like a flower
We used to talk for seven hours
I see the bigger picture now
And I feel like I understand
And I feel like a grain of sand
And I feel like a grain of sand
song performed by by Vonda Shepard
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Black Cherry
How can it be?
I can taste you now
How can I see
When you're everything
All the world in one grain of sand
And I've blown it
All my world in one grain of sand
And you own it
Black cherry
Black cherry
Stone
Black cherry
Black cherry
Stone
Hearing you say it
I could die
Trembling star
Just reminds me
All the world in one grain of sand
And I've blown it
All my world in one grain of sand
And you own it
Black cherry
Black cherry
Stone
Black cherry
Black cherry
Stone
Excite me, ignite me
Oh and you know,
I miss you, I kiss you
Oh and you know
Black cherry
Black cherry
Stone
Black cherry
Black cherry
Stone
Excite me, ignite me
Oh and you know,
I miss you, I kiss you
Oh and you know
song performed by by Goldfrapp
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Blue Chip Scam.
BLUE CHIP SCAM.
YOU SO CALLED TRAVEL COMPANY BLUE CHIP
YOU ONLY KNOW TO STEAL AND RIP
YOU ROBBER, INTERNET SCAMMER
NO DIFFERENT TO A FLY-BY-NIGHT
YOU COWARD, DON’T DARE TO STAND AND FIGHT
THE RUSTLING YOU WILL HEAR IS THE TURNING IN HER GRAVE BY YOUR MAMA
THAT CLICKING MOUSE MUST FEEL SO SWEET
REMEMBER..ALL THINGS COME TO AN END
THE TIME HAS PASSED TO MAKE AMENDS
YOU’LL FEEL YOUR COLLAR BEING LIFTED…RIGHT OFF YOUR FEET
I HOPE ONE DAY YOU’RE BROUGHT TO BOOK
IN A FOREIGN JAIL WHERE YOU SLOWLY COOK
YOU’LL GET YOURS SOMEWHERE
YOU’LL KNOW THE TASTE OF FEAR.
BRIAN ROY SKYERS
09.11.2011
poem by Brian Roy Skyers
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A Prince from Western Libya
Aristomenis, son of Menelaos,
the Prince from Western Libya,
was generally liked in Alexandria
during the ten days he spent there.
As his name, his dress, modest, was also Greek.
He received honors gladly,
but he did not solicit them; he was unassuming.
He bought Greek books,
especially history and philosophy.
Above all he was a man of few words.
It got around that he must be a profound thinker,
and men like that naturally don't speak very much.
He was neither a profound thinker nor anything else—
just a piddling, laughable man.
He assumed a Greek name, dressed like the Greeks,
learned to behave more or less like a Greek;
and all the time he was terrified he would spoil
his reasonably good image
by coming out with barbaric howlers in Greek
and the Alexandrians, in their usual way,
would make fun of him, vile people that they are.
This was why he limited himself to a few words,
terribly careful of his syntax and pronunciation;
and he was driven almost out of his mind, having
so much talk bottled up inside him.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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I sit alone...
I sit alone
In this cold dark room
No windows no doors
Just icy cold air
I live alone
In this cold dark room
No family no friends
Just loneliness to share
I stay alone
In this cold dark room
No voices no sounds
Just nobody to care
I probe alone
In this cold dark room
In my mind in my world
Just a room filled with despair
I roam alone
In this cold dark room
No way in no way out
Just a worn but rigid snare
I rust alone
In this cold dark room
Not because there is no other way
Just because its easier that way....
poem by Deep Dark Soul Poet
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Cold Dark..
I sit alone
In this cold dark room
No windows no doors
Just icy cold air
I live alone
In this cold dark room
No family no friends
Just loneliness to share
I stay alone
In this cold dark room
No voices no sounds
Just nobody to care
I probe alone
In this cold dark room
In my mind in my world
Just a room filled with despair
I roam alone
In this cold dark room
No way in no way out
Just a worn but rigid snare
I rust alone
In this cold dark room
Not because there is no other way
Just because its easier that way....
poem by Deep Dark Soul Poet
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A Criminal Mind
I Lyrics and Words by Lawrence Gowan
from his album Strange Animal
You've seen my hands are steady
You've seen my face before
Soon you can take your last look
And they'll close the door
I stand accused before you
I have no tears to cry
And you will never break me
Until the day I die
A criminal mind was all I
All I've ever known
They've tried to reform me
Cause I'm made of cold stone
My criminal mind is all I
All I've ever had
Ask one who's known me
If I'm really so bad...
I am
I've spent my life behind these steel bars
I've paid my debt in time
But being brought to justice
That was my only crime
I don't regret action
I'd do the same again
These prison walls secure me
And I'm numb to pain
A criminal mind was all I
All I've ever known
They've tried to reform me
But I'm made of cold stone
My criminal mind is all I
All I've ever had
Ask one who's known me
If I'm really so bad...
I am
Before you hand me over
Before you read my sentence
I'd like to say a few words
Here in my own defense
Some people struggle daily
They struggle with their conscience 'til the end
I have no guilt to haunt me
I feel no wrong intent
A criminal mind is all I
All I've ever known
Don't try to reform me
Cause I'm made of cold stone
My criminal mind is all I
All I've ever had
Ask one who's known me
If I'm really so bad...
I am
Oh I am
Oh I am
I'm made of cold stone
Made of cold stone
I'm just like these prison walls
A criminal mind
song performed by by Styx
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Certainty
CERTAINTY.
`TOMORROW IS PROMISED TO NO MAN`, NEED NOT BE SAID
YOU’LL JUST FIND ONE DAY, ”HOLD ON, I’M DEAD.
I HAVEN’T BEEN TO SPAIN, HAVEN’T BEEN TO FRANCE.
I’VE HAD A BIT OF SMOKE THAT LEFT ME IN A TRANCE
I’VE SEEN A FEW SUNSETS, HAD SOME NICE WINE ‘
EVEN TRIED TO GROW MY OWN VINE “
WE KNOW NOT THE LENGTH OF OUR DAYS
WE DEPART IN MANY DIFFERENT WAYS
WE SHARE OUR TIME BETWEEN REST AND PLAY
AND MAKE NO PREPERATION FOR THAT FINAL DAY
WILL YOU HAVE A CHOICE B’TWIX ST PETER
AND THAT FEARED GRIM REAPER
YOU’RE PRIVELIGED TO HAVE KNOWN THIS WORLD YOU MIGHT SAY
AS THEY GATHER TO CAST YOUR ASHES AWAY.
BRIAN ROY SKYERS
poem by Brian Roy Skyers
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