The Uneasy Psyche
Of the uneasy psyche,
I have longed to see my wife;
But love and disappointment had sent me into the bush.
Of the uneasy psyche,
This is the exploration of the infinite repercussions;
Like our actions against the finite possibilities!
Of the uneasy psyche,
I called and she was not at home;
Of the uneasy psyche,
I looked and i could not find her;
So i took up my pen into writing,
Like a fisherman with his net.
Of a written message with sensitivity and insight,
But do i have to stifle into memories? !
What uneasy psyche when,
I cannot find my wife;
Oh no! ! Who has seen her?
Please, don't let the habitual ennui shatter our love;
When you can easily put away the past.
Of our actions against the finite possibilities,
Of our hopes and dreams;
Like a fisherman's hope when he draws his net.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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An Uneasy Psyche
My mind is like an uneasy psyche and,
Uneasy is the head that wears the crown;
But my faith will lead me on always to achieve my goals.
Repercussions and reconciliations,
Stifled through my memories lies the crown;
But, who can remember the face of the past with habitual ennui?
Troubles get you down when there are no solutions,
For anger makes the weakest man a devastating puncher!
And, there is a price for everything in this life.
An uneasy psyche,
The strength of my hope in life to move on with my muse;
But nature called in and i have to obey the command!
And like the repercussions and the reconciliations in life.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Learning How To Love
Creeping through your bedroom door
Just after all the lights go out
Feeling the warmth of your body
And the sweetness of your mouth
Set the alarm again for 5 am
Uneasy sleep will soon be following
Creeping back to my own bed again
I will see you in our uneasy morning
Chorus
Learning how to love
Learning how to love
Learning how to love
Learn how to love
Sitting down at breakfast time
A silence always fills the air
Many things that should be said
Are ending in a vacant stare
And they know just what is going on
But make us feel like we are criminals
Our only wish is learning how to love
Just a small word would make us feel its natural
Set the alarm again for 5 am
Uneasy sleep will soon be following
Creeping back to my own bed again
I will see you in our uneasy morning
song performed by by Howard Jones
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I've Only Got Myself To Blame
Hot night tonight, I've got a fever in my bones
I don't know what it is that drives me so far away from home
But I've walked the white line til the time that I cannot stand no more
Then I take my boots off and I lay down on the floor
And if you find me by the roadside
Don't be afraid to call my name
And if I seem a bit uneasy
You know that I've only got myself to blame
You know that I've only got myself to blame
Walkin' down the road I wanna fade into the night
I know I've seen a darker day but have I seen the light
All alone a country song that's burnin' in my head
I've turned my back on better days but tonight I'll stay in bed
And if you find me feelin' lonesome
Don't be ashamed to call my name
And if I seem a bit uneasy
Know that I've only got myself to blame
Well I turn my head up to the sky and it's down the road I go
I'd tell you where I'm going but it's truly I don't know
And I don't look for no affection, I've always gone alone
When you see me coming home you'll know I'll soon be gone
And if you find me by the roadside
Don't be afraid to call my name
And if I seem a bit uneasy
You know that I've only got myself to blame
You know that I've only got myself to blame
song performed by by Dixie Chicks
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Every man who attacks my belief, diminishes in some degree my confidence in it, and therefore makes me uneasy; and I am angry with him who makes me uneasy.
quote by Samuel Johnson
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Zig-Zag on a London Train
Shifted her
Glasses
To rest on her
Head
Closed her
Eyes
Tried to
Rest
But
In vain
On a slow
London train
The case
Is
Uneasy feelings
Uneasy posture
Uneasy place
The case
Of
A rainy
Afternoon
On a crowded
London train
Not possible to
Rest
She opened her
Book
Searched for page
Forty four
Where she stopped
Before
A
Romance
With a
Distant
Stranger
Would bring a
Smile
To her
Tired
Face
On a London Southbound
Train
poem by Najib Altawell
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The Tick Tock Man
Look at your face
Its so fortunately arranged
Dont look back
I can assure you that you wont like what you see
You step on my dreams
I could whisper
You intrude on me
I could whisper
You close in and Im so uneasy
Hotel rooms, sweet dreams
Like slot machines that call it love love
A coin in the hole
You young things never stay young for longe
This edge in my voice
But theres really nothing much to say
My conscience mends
I suppose it all meant something to you.
You step on my dreams
I could whisper
You intrude on me
I could whisper
You close in and Im so uneasy
song performed by by Gary Numan
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Epilogue
UNDER THE BLESSING OF YOUR PSYCHE WINGS
Though I have found you llke a snow-drop pale,
On sunny days have found you weak and still,
Though I have often held your girlish head
Drooped on my shoulder, faint from little ill:—
Under the blessing of your Psyche-wings
I hide to-night like one small broken bird,
So soothed. I half-forget the world gone mad:—
And all the winds of war are now unheard.
My heaven-doubting pennons feel your hands
With touch most delicate so circling round,
That for an hour I dream that God is good.
And in your shadow, Mercy's ways abound.
I thought myself the guard of your frail state,
And yet I come to-night a helpless guest,
Hiding beneath your giant Psyche-wings,
Against the pallor of your wondrous breast.
poem by Vachel Lindsay
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More Than A Mystery
Written and arranged by richard marx
Mesmerized since the day I saw you
Maybe somewhere Ive misplaced my pride
In trying to prove Im on your side
Were two of the many walking wounded
And all I want is to try to be the cure
So well never feel loneliness anymore
I wanna be declared your one and only
Hear you say that Im your destiny
And I want you to be more than a mystery to me
Am I making you feel uneasy
Do you recognize the movie that were in
Every game you swore youd never play you win
Do you want to know the truth about you
Do you even hear the voices in your head
Cant you see Im hanging there by a thread
I wanna feel your gentle arms around me
Wanna know the sweet taste of your kiss
Wanna hear you whisper
Baby, nothings better than this
I wanna be declared your one and only
Hear you say that Im your destiny
And I want you to be more than a mystery to me
The more I reach out to you
The harder you are to find
How could I be so drawn to something so unkind
Do I make you feel uneasy
Am I saying any words you want to hear
Love isnt really love without fear
Chorus
song performed by by Richard Marx
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Sing To Me
Ligeia is my Greek siren singer.
Singing warmhearted songs of happiness
At night, I waking at sunrise to her
Indescribable Psyche* loveliness.
Although oracles consulted are wise
And state her beauty is too great for me.
To leave her on a mountaintop advised
Placate the jealous gods I’ll not agree.
Unlike Eros**, Ligeia lights each lamp
And knows her man that loves her every night.
She’ll not make compromises -not this vamp!
So serenade me Ligeia, excite
My fancies. Sing to me songs that we love
The kind we dream and those still undreamed of.
* Greek goddess of the soul and one of exquisite grace and beauty.
** Greek god of love, husband of Psyche.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Fearmongers
The fearmongers,
Are soliciting your attention.
They want you to feel uneasy,
And threatened.
Using this against you...
As their most powerful weapon.
To have you medicated,
Enduring sleepless nights.
To have you suspicous of your neighbor...
Black, brown, red or white.
They would like to whip you into a frenzy.
Cowering to your knees.
They would love to see you hypnotized!
And frightened of the thought,
Of losing your democracy!
You know...
The one they are stealing away from you?
As they have done the economy!
The fearmongers,
Are soliciting your attention.
They want you to feel uneasy,
And threatened.
Using this against you...
As their most powerful weapon.
They would like to whip you into a frenzy.
And doing the zombie dance!
They would love to see you hypnotized!
And paralyzed in a trance!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Even Goes
waking up late, it seems a little like always
day is gray and nothing's right - psyche
I close my eyes - I see the river runs blood red
and the hourglass is dripping on the wrong side,
I'm tripping on the wrong side - right
going blind
even goes and it shows it's just a fraction of it all
even goes and I know that time will break my fall
getting up tired, and nothing's like always
making my day - I'm going blind - psyche
memories blurred yet I wanna start all new
and I try to take a walk here on right side
I'm walking on the bright side - right
going blind
even goes and it shows it's just a fraction of it all
even goes and I know that time will break my fall
even goes
even goes
even goes and it shows it's just a fraction of it all
even goes and I know that time will break my fall
song performed by by H-BlockX
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I'm always uneasy with messages. I think if there is a message, it's about taking control of your life. Not becoming a victim. Be true to yourself. In essence it's about love in the drug culture.
quote by Neil Tennant
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September Villanelle
SEPTEMBER VILLANELLE
September invokes something special in my ancient country
No 'Fall' here, no amber leaves, upon her crowded earth
Her billion people stand united, share the Indian psyche
Post monsoon, the land is a lush green mostly
Amid her crowded cities, one feels the warmth of her burning hearth
September invokes something special in my ancient country
In this land of a thousand festivals, one stands primary
It's the worship of Lord Ganesha, the elephant God of divine birth
Her billion people stand united, share the Indian psyche
The son of Shiva is worshipped by all with glee
Massive idols of Ganesha smile and spread the mirth
September invokes something special in my ancient country
India has cultures, religions and castes aplenty
Open to all festivals; of a free spirit no dearth
Her billion people stand united, share the Indian psyche
Yet, September brings with it sorrow too, the fall of the towers in NY City
The fallen unite in death the Earth's entire girth
September invokes something special in my ancient country
Her billion people stand united, share the Indian psyche
poem by Manjula Reddy
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Unless I'm really uneasy with what I'm writing, I lose interest very quickly.
quote by Paul Haggis
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Crossing The Road of The Uneasy
'When you sleep and know it not
The grey dog creeps among you.
In your sleep, you twist, your soul hurts you.
The grey dog is chewing your entrails.
Then call on Jesus
The grey dog caught me at the cross-roads
As I went down the road of sleep
And crossed the road of the uneasy.
The grey dog leapt at my entrails.
Jesus, call him off.
Lo! the Great One answers. Track him down!
Kill him in his unclean house.
Down the road of the uneasy
You track the grey dog home
To his house in the heart of a traitor,
A thief, a murderer of dreams.
And you kill him there with one stroke,
Crying: Jesus, is this well done?
That your sleep be not as a cemetery
Where dogs creep unclean.'
poem by Tony Chabaputa
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May...Be...A Bit Uneasy With the 'Peeps
I can understand,
You are overwhelmed and shocked.
Afterall...
It only has taken,
Fourty years or more...
For the activities of this environment to sink in.
Remember when they were first brought to your attention?
And you had stated then,
My comments were too negative to mention?
And today 'my' comments seem to flow from your lips.
With a cursing done that you can not resist.
Don't you think...
Your lack of communal unity,
Is too negative to mention?
I believe your comments are a repetitive visit!
Even though you seem to have a clear grasp,
Of the lingo!
*May...be...a bit uneasy,
With the 'peeps' that pop your 'pupils'.
Ya dig? *
Oooohhh...
I love the Spring.
Especially this time of the year.
Don't you?
*NOTE:
'Peeps'? Urban slang word usage for 'people'.
Sooo, an interpretation for that line where 'peeps' is used...
Would be as such:
* 'Maybe you are a bit uneasy with the people that open your eyes.
Do you comprehend? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rock 'n' roll is good for the soul, for the well being, for the psyche, for your everything. I love it.
quote by Hank Ballard
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Suicidal Munchkin
Watching the Wizard of Oz,
I dream of Tyco Brahe’s nose, and serious
Fights between scientists and their
Dwarfs;
And map paintings of stars and their hills;
And sadly, ever so sadly,
Erin- of dryads who have no love for mortal men:
Her busts are a ballad of a perfectly nippled
Power plant;
Her perfume the rich streams of auburn kelp
The gold fish show off through until they
Are scooped out and made for prizes
Of redneck lovers at the fair;
But she does not need to worry, because I am
Too uneasy for Occam’s Razor, Erin:
For easy love:
I am not beautiful Erin, and whoever you are loving
Right now,
It is a better love than I could return to you, if
My face was a mirror for your vanity-
Tesla never made love to a woman, but he lived in
Fancy hotels in Colorado Springs;
And he invented electricity until it was stolen away,
And I am left hanging;
And I only went away from you to find new inventions of
Tender muses,
Of other high school valleys too beautiful to ever have
Stopped romancing about, I suppose; Erin,
But do not feel uneasy; these are your dreams the laboratory
Mice are spinning,
And maybe I will buy a house under my imperfect
Angle underneath the distant Pleiades;
But please, please don’t ever come to visit me.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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First Poem
first poem
first ego
first alter ego
first id
no echo of self-esteem
no exaggeration
no inflated opinions
no empowerment
a second side to possibilities
an alternative personality
an uncommon insight
a doppelganger mirror imaging art
no identification
no qualifications
no unconscious psyche
no primitive impulses
no superego
no conscience to the ego
developing moral
standards infantile,
rules of contact through
parents physically enforced,
I am premolar pre-puberty child
perceiving environment
through new eyes smaller
perspectives of dimensional scale
elevation growth half life
intellect imagination pure
perceptions encoding imprinting
fairy tale pictures still catalysis escapism
first introduction into
alternative reflective thought waves
first introduction into
exploring memory mix settings
first introduction into
writing own poetic landscapes
first introduction into
artistic possibilities inscribed
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I just think that it's very helpful to have a map of your psyche, because when you have a map you know where to go.
Shakira in The Guardian
Submitted by Alexandru Uvra
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