C` i` r` r` h` o` s` i` s`
The vintage Jeraboam was like ether, an aural fantacide;
Mercurial Mind......irascible to the drumming of its walls;
Time escapes 'tween the threads of numbness and coma;
The Human Liver...labours deep, be it sotted...be it sober,
Yet only by the finest line that crosses Breath with Death.
Ostensibly brain-froze, still your nerves sense the needles;
Elixur potentate....might as well be injected with profofol;
The events, the illusion....that mirage in your Dreamscape-
All pass, as the movement of the Rapid Eye draws closure,
For the Mind not be born to sustain abuse so great as this.
And you awake to find your flesh a deepest shade of ochre.
poem by Frank James Ryan Jr.
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Related quotes
Sonnet: Great Things Can Be Missed
So narrow’s gap between one’s love and lust!
So brittle’s line between world’s war and peace!
’Tis photo-finish ’tween second and first!
A trifle separates labor from ease!
So narrow’s zone ’tween contempt and friendship!
A hair’s breath decides human love from hate!
Narrow’s the gap ’tween stranger and sib-ship!
A trifle’s ’tween God’s providence and fate!
One mouth of air decides one’s life and death!
A wrong premise turns believer, atheist!
’Tween birth and death, ’tis hair-line in its breath!
The hand that saves can turn into a fist!
But wide’s the gap between Heaven and Hell;
You choose just one and hang onto it well!
poem by John Celes
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Mindless Of Heart {Prosaic Verse}
And, yet still now, you are confirmed by the notion
that so long as the Mind be strong.....the Heart will
always follow...and because so...I find cause now, to
educate your own Mind...of the physics....and logics
of a sophistric mantra, that you ask me to believe to
be objective, factual, when in fact, I find its rationale
to be many yards short of such statue.... but further-
to be nothing less than solipsism............at its zenith.
For you see my dear, as much as you would like me
to claim 'Epiphany' to your logic and claim but alas,
I cannot and shan't, and I will cite modern medicine
as my ''weapon-of-choice'', in deflecting your flawed
theory in placing the strength of Mind.....over Heart.
Though the Human Brain, be clearly...the most con-
sistently fertile and operational organ in the Human
Body, it is only such by way of the continuous feed of
nourishment in the form of Human Blood....which is
solely delivered compliments.....of the Human Heart.
So you see love, it is the Heart that reigns en potentate
when it comes to our everyday existence and NEEDS!
On the other hand my dear, it is Passion that controls
both...And although I know that you could easily state
that it is 'I', now, who is not applying Logic and Reason,
I will simply refer to last evening and the smile on your
face and how your Heart pumped in rapid-pulse.... as
you shared your emotion's with brainwaves from your
left Hemisphere, which controls speech...SPEECH, that
was articulated, choired & echoed over and over again
clamorously L O U D! And the rest, well, let's just say...
i'll rest my case with my Mind on how my Heart pumps
perpetual Passion for you. (What a Line!) .....THE END
poem by Frank James Ryan Jr.
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A Conscience Mind
A conscience mind is a sober mind
And a sober mind keeps you complete
As it will try to keep your soul honest
And will try to keep you from deceit.
It will tell and show you right from wrong
Everyday and every moment of your life
While dictating the actions you should take
So to keep you away for evil and strife.
The ethical and moral principles in your brain
That will enter you though your thoughts
And some ideals will want to lead you astray
From the goodness your conscience has sought.
A conscience mind it will let you sleep
While a evil mind will keep you sleepless and awake
As it will remind you of the evils you had done
And also the guilt you gave through sins you did take.
I wonder though Is it a devil or an angel
That stands besides us to whisper into our ear
That will lead us from sin or away from evil
I wander what voice is it that you or I do hear.
A conscience mind is the greatest mind
More precious than riches or wealth we might find
As it will help us lead us to either to heaven or hell
So GOD bless us all with our conscience mind.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Echoes Breathe Deep {Rondeau Poetic Format}
Echoes breathe deep in Church steeples,
Chilled toll of chimes from Cathedral's,
Chords of Love, The Passion...and Death;
Funeral's hold the deepest breath,
O'er heads of it's grieving people.
Incense stings the eye's like needles,
Smoked heat dances 'round the steeple,
the starched March of Death, agrieving
Echoes breathe deep.
'Side the Church mourners sit, weeping
From the heat of the Cathedral;
August Masses tend to steal breath,
Leave a hollow sense of bereft,
Still there be breath from the steeple;
Echoes breathe deep.
poem by Frank James Ryan Jr.
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our Cycles Of Sleep!
**OUR CYCLES OF SLEEP!
The Neurologists often speak, of five different
stages of sleep!
Sleep generally commences in a light state, -
When the brain triggers high amplitude
‘theta waves’!
And after some five to ten minutes, rapid bursts
of ‘sleep spindles’ flow, -
Which lasts for some twenty minutes or so!
Next we float on to a transitional phase, -
When the brain triggers ‘delta waves’, -
And we float between a light and deep sleep
phase!
Soon we get submerged into ‘delta sleep’, -
With Non-Rapid Eye Movements, - going
into deep sleep!
And with some people it has been seen, bed-
wetting, or sleepwalking, -
Often occurs during the end of this phase!
Finally comes the REM* stage when we dream, -
When increased respiration and brain activities
are seen!
But despite our active mind, our voluntary
muscles remain paralyzed!
This REM stage is said to increase, with the
progress of our night’s sleep!
And when the night grows dark and deep, -
These stages of our cycles of sleep, -
Breaks away from these sequential stages !
When after the fourth stage, comes the third
and second phases, -
Repeating themselves till the day breaks!
When finally after our REM dreaming state, -
We once more begin to gradually awake!
-Raj Nandy
10 Apr 09
(*REM= Rapid Eye Movement: dreaming phase!
Based on various articles.Prelude to my next
poem about sleepwalking!)
Introspection
If you go deep
Into the heart
What do you find there?
Fear, fear,
Fear of the jaws of the rock,
Fear of the teeth and splinters of iron that tear
Flesh from the bone, and the moist
Blood, running unfelt
From the wound, and the hand
Suddenly moist and red.
If you go deep
Into the heart
What do you find?
Grief, grief,
Grief for the life unlived,
For the loves unloved,
For the child never to be born,
Th'unbidden anguish, when the fair moon
Rises over still summer seas, and the pain
Of sunlight scattered in vain on spring grass.
If you go deeper
Into the heart
What do you find there?
Death, death,
Death tht lets all go by,
Lets the blood flow from the wound,
Lets the night pass,
Endures the day with indifference, knowing that all must end.
Sorrow is not forever, ad sense
Endures no extremities,
Death is the last Secret implicit within you, the hidden, the deepest
Knowledge of all you will ever unfold
In this body of earth.
poem by Kathleen Jessie Raine
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The Mind
My mind
Oh! my mind
can’t understand you
my mind.
Oh! my mind
What are you?
The Human?
The Devil? or
The God?
How can I find
your inner side?
What are you?
Dwelling in the crown of my body
creating illusions through imaginations
raising hopes and expectations
causing perplexity and confusions
an illusion seeking the truth
and the truth becoming an illusion.
Oh! my mind
whatever you are,
you are
taking refuge in
reflection of my thoughts
or taking flight
to limitless horizons
of the universe.
You are indeed
My mind.
poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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In My Mind
Album : Silencer (2001)
In my mind, in my mind a world of enchantment
Being sung through my mind
In my mind, visual enhancement
And I find myself in a red painted barn,
A million stars they pick me up and spin me
CHORUS
And now I am floating in a land of confusion
Or is it reality or just an illusion
And nothing makes sense, no start and no end
When you get more is when you get bored
In my mind, in my mind
Turning the handle and it's starting to stain
In my mind burns like a candle
And the wax tells a fairy tale
My heads for sale
I'm swimming through the hail
REPEAT CHORUS
In my mind, in my mind, in my mind
In my mind, (why can't you find yourself another place to rest...) in my mind, in my mind
In my mind, in my mind, in my mind
In my mind I see a red painted barn,
A million stars they pick me up and spin me
And now I am floating in a land of confusion
Or is it reality or just an illusion
And nothing makes sense, no start and no end
Cos when you get more is when you get bored
When you get more is when you get something
(Why can't you find yourself another place to rest...)
Cos when you get more is when you get bored
When you get more is when you get bored
When you get more is when you get bored
When you get more is when you get something
(Why can't you find yourself another place to rest...)
When you get more is when you get bored
When you get more is when you get bored
When you get more is when you get bored
When you get more is when you get something
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Cancer Rising
Mind called the meeting with just Heart and Lungs attending:
Mind said:
'What is the problem? '
Heart said:
'I had been pumping as usual last week bringing Blood
back and I noticed that I was a two pints short from the usual flow.'
Lungs said:
'I was pumping oxygen and I noticed it as well. There was a shortage, not enough blood was coming back.'
'So, ' Heart said 'I sent some white blood cells down to the liver to investigate.'
'And, ' Mind said.
'Well, Crystal came back, she is the While Blood cell leader and she said that 'we definitely have problem down there. We have two problems.' she said.
'And? ' Mind said.
'Well first Crystal reported she found a group of cells had all gotten together, just outside the liver and had started to grow out of control, so out of control that they blocked all of the blood flow to the liver such that less blood was getting to Liver and therefore, Liver couldn't do it's job.
'What happened then? ' Mind said.
'Crystal asked who was in charge and a man stepped up and said 'I am.
'His name was CC Crystal told me.'
'So what did this CC have to say for himself? ' Mind said
'He said that since he and his cell friends were pumping enzymes blood and other purfiers to Liver that they wanted to be paid.
Other cells joined in' CC said.
'And soon there were thousands and millions of them clamoring to be paid before they would spend time pumping blood.' Crystal said.
'Liver didn't know what to do.
But, Crystal said:
The more cells that joined CC's group the more of them that had to be paid such that the price kept going up and up and less and less blood was actually being pumped.
'Liver started to turn yellow, ' Crystal said.
'That won't do.' Mind said.
'Let's go down and have a talk with Mr. CC.' Mind said.
They all retired from the Brain and took the Blood stream down to the Liver which was looking pale and yellow indeed.
'Hi, ' Mind said, 'you don't look well.'
'Well, ' Liver said, 'I am not well. Look around me.
Mind looked around and saw cells dying in the area around the valves which fed blood to Liver.
'My God, 'Mind said, 'this is horrible.'
Suddenly off to the side he saw green blood cells, enormous in size coming toward the group.
'My God, ' mind repeated is that them.'
'Yes, ' Liver, said, 'they are enormous since they get most of the blood and then they want to sell it back to me at prices I cannot afford.
We have never charged for blood before Mind.'
'No, Liver, we have never charged for blood before.' Mind said.
Well, they are now, ' Liver said 'and here comes their leader CC.'
'What does CC stand for.' Mind inquired.
'Cancer Capitalist I think, ' Liver said.
'This won't do.' Mind said, 'at this rate and doing this doesn't he understand that the entire body will be dead in days? The germs and viruses will flood the entire system and Mr. CC will be dead along with the rest of us here in the body.'
'Obviously, 'Liver said 'he is not that smart.'
'We want our money, ' CC said approaching without greeting anyone 'and we want it now, ' ignoring MInd, Crystal, Heart and Lungs.
'Everyday, ' CC said we grow larger and have more and more need of more and more blood.'
Mind said 'CC, is that your name? '
'Yes, ' CC said, 'that is my name Mind.
And just before you start to lecture me, hear this. You mind need blood too and if never reaches Heart and Lungs you will suffer if you defy us.
We want our money. Pay up'.
'Well Mr. CC you seem like a smart fellow. Do you not realize that if we all die here, you will die as well.'
'Maybe, ' CC said 'but we have a plan to create a wall of cells around ourselves and survive and find another body to infect. We will live on, '
'I see, ' said Mind, 'you plan to take over the world one body at a time?
'One body at a time.' CC repeated.
Mind Heart, Lung and Crystal paused and then Mind said:
'Liver lets go over here and talk private.
Mr. CC we will get back to you in a second.'
To be continued
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Aurobindo 157 Savitri Book 10
An appreciation on Savitri-
Book Ten: The Book of the Double Twilight
Canto Four: The Dream Twilight of the Earthly Real
Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's
Well, Savitri was not ordinary but godly o'Death
Extraordinary inner powers dominated her heart..
'Once more wilt thou call Light to blind Truth's eyes, Line 235 to
'My spirit's liberty I ask for all.'Line 308
'Offer, O King, thy boons to tired spirits'
'Surely thy boons are great since thou art He! '
'But how shall I seek rest in endless peace
Who house the mighty Mother's violent force, '
'The soul is a figure of the Unmanifest,
The mind labours to think the Unthinkable,
The life to call the Immortal into birth,
The body to enshrine the Illimitable.
The world is not cut off from Truth and God.'
'In vain thou hast dug the dark unbridgeable gulf,
In vain thou hast built the blind and doorless wall: '
All she speaks, authentic is all....
'My mind is a torch lit from the eternal sun,
My life a breath drawn by the immortal Guest,
My mortal body is the Eternal's house.
Already the torch becomes the undying ray,
Already the life is the Immortal's force, '
'How sayst thou Truth can never light the human mind
And Bliss can never invade the mortal's heart
Or God descend into the world he made? '
'If in the meaningless Void creation rose,
If from a bodiless Force Matter was born, '
'If sense could wake in tissue, nerve and cell
And Thought seize the grey matter of the brain,
And soul peep from its secrecy through the flesh,
How shall the nameless Light not leap on men, '....
My consciousness this moment,
O'Guru, I'm in awe....in invincible heights
Ineffable Thee embellishing poetic creation
My inquisitive apprehension, erring Thee may opine
May thereso, let Savitri in my self arise
Aroused thereso be knowledge and fortune
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Www.poemsinthemind.com
Why is it that so often, the poems you try to write,
Only come into your mind, in the middle of the night,
Suddenly, a really wonderful, sentence comes to mind,
And then you start to mould some more, and that is when you find,
That come the morning, it has gone somewhere within your brain,
And however much you try a recall, it will never come again.
But if you get up to jot it down, it's not at all a good idea,
As once you've become wide awake, your sleep is never near.
Why can't we have a file in there, to which these 'flashes' go,
And with a www.poemsinthemind.com, we could reproduce them, so
That every time we start to think, we need not have to fear,
For then, when we get a super line, it's kept for all to hear.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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A Haberdasher's whereabouts
The lonesome bachelor stuck in his small boutique
among the needles, threads, thimbles and etc.
The nearby widowed seamstress who comes there frequently for different yarns and materials.
It's a rainy day and she has forgotten to bring her umbrella and borrowed his one.
He said ' Please do not bother Madam I'll collect it when I pass your place one day.'
'Certainly, then I could give you the embroidery which I finished last night' she replied.
*Needles and threads are always friends. Isn't it?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Mind Searching
I was drifting through the chambers
of imagination, deep in my mind,
searching desperately for inspiration,
but it was proving so hard to find.
Visions of nonsense appeared,
as a smoke screen in my head.
It seemed the brain was delaying
creative ideas from being read.
Imbalances of clouded colour
flooded the chambers of my mind.
One by one, thoughts became stifled,
visualization I couldn’t find.
For some strange unknown reason
there was disagreement in my head.
Mind and brain were in turmoil
until the problem was sorted.
Attempts by the brain to cloud my mind
this time thankfully failed.
Inspiration is now clearly flowing,
but next time, which will prevail.
poem by Orlando Belo
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The Awareness
Pleasure and pain
Are born out of brain,
Which is the seat of mind,
Governing all the senses.
No-love and no-hate
Are also born out of brain,
Which is the seat of awareness,
Buried deep in the brain.
Joy and sorrow
Are the products of mind.
No-tear and no-laugh
Are the manifestation of awareness.
One is brute and the other, mute.
Adopt them as you please.
02.08.96
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Change In Mind
It is not always by chance
It takes place with reason at once
Some tragedy occur with mind’s absence
It must be tackled with deep sense
You can learn from past mistakes
Even though there may be more at stake
Some worries may keep you always awake
You will be on hunt to find out what is true or fake
Things may not go always wrong
It can not be brushed aside as cheap song
Some price you have to pay for its lapses
You can do nothing except for eye brows to raise
Good things fall apart with so much fear
Bad things remain for us to bear
We will appreciate and learn it later
It is always nice to adjust it for better
Everything can be changed except sick mind
It will not adapt to good change or place to find
It will think of enough of loop holes and escapes
It will continue to break, shape and reshape
If little work is done to stable the idle mind
It may save us from going blind
It will help to stave off ugly situation
There will be easy path with progressive continuation
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Roses Growing In Our Own Prison Walls
this is the situation,
soon you will find
you live in prison walls,
and those who see you
tell you
you have no God.
perhaps they say that
since they see no
icons on our walls
we bow not
to sunsets
we make no wooden
crosses
oh, let us tell them
we've grown roses in our prison walls
on the fertile grounds
of our heart
we speak to God
in our poetry
with all the silence and
gentleness
and patience of the
snail
we have gone beyond
wood, and stone,
and images,
we have passed through
all these walls
man-made as they are,
we have jumped over the
fences of
the flesh, and they who use
their eyes
in the middle of their own
human light
do not see
we, have, only,
hearts.
we, are, pure,
hearts.
we, are, love,
solitude,
in privacy with
our God.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Deepest Bluest
uh, my head is like a shark's fin
Chorus:
(we're in) deepest, bluest, my head is like a shark's fin,
(the deep) deepest, bluest, my head is like a shark's fin,
(blue sea) deepest, bluest, my head is like a shark's fin,
(ah, ah) deepest, bluest, my head is like a shark's fin,
Man-made terror
Hungry jaws of death
Y'all don't cross my depths
I'll pause your breaths
I cause you to sink down forty thousand leagues
Bleeding to death with no arms in short sleeves
My world's deep blue
Killers gotta eat too
Looking for human flesh to rip my teeth through
Other fish in the sea but barracudas ain't equal
To a half human predator created by a needle
Jet black eyes baby they stare while you sleep
When your titanic sink i'm the one you gon' meet
Hearing terrified screams they surround my team
All you see is trails of blood
Even god won't intervene
Nightmares of darkness
My appetite is heartless
Even if we related, you eliminated regardless
In the deep blue, underwater wars
Half man, half shark
My jaws don't pause
Chorus x2
Our father who art in heaven
Hallowed be thy name
Killers sworn to beast
Swallowed them in flames
Switch my dna
Flip me into cool j
I can't fight the feelin'
I'm born to kill prey
To survive an attack
There's only one way
Battle to the death
That's how sharks play
Weapons left behind
We dueling with the mind
You blind, crippled, or crazy
You're real easy to find
Struggling to float
With heomorhages in your throat
Getting the lap dance
While i smash through your boat
Eat your whole fam'
Nothing left but da right hand
Clinging to a rail
Escape attempts fail
You'll never make it home
Tear the flesh off your bone
Walking in undercurrents is a dangerous zone
I'm talking death out a moment's notice
You wasn't focused
Me and my crew strike
Like some underwater locust
Chorus x2
Uh, uh take it deeper
Uh, uh take it deeper
Uh, uh take it deeper
Uh, uh take it deeper
These waters are waist level
The hallway's flooded
Lost your scuba gear
The killer's cold-blooded
His name's ll
You don't really want it
I ate your ancestors
The ocean is haunted
I'm closing in cause i'm supposed to win
How the cold steel feel when it froze your chin
Should of stayed on dry land
Stroke while you can
Cause now you under pressure in the land of the damned
Abandoned pirate ships
Eels and sod scum
Fish that glow in the dark
The titanic's hub
Underwater storms
You're blood is so warm
You're life vest is off
And that turns me on
Killer for centuries
The gotti of the deep
In the next millennium
I'm still gonna creep
Sand under my belly, ocean over my head
Through the light in the shadows
You become the living dead
Chorus x2
Yeah, dbs
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Mind War
Mind at war, Mind in war - My mind the trigger to the brain-bomb - Ready to implode the explosion, with the bitterness of care - What i will loose is what i have lost, so button my push to the limits - Red i saw when i talk to the dead, hammer my brain with nails instead - Winter by snow as ice with cold, similiar in substance with transparant bright white - The calling from the forest, the breeze whispers on the breath of the wind - Death is at rise with her thorns, the roses she will sink - I play by day - Mind in War with my mind at war
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Death
The journey of death, I think of dying as it were
a sleeping process which it brings our thoughts
the illusion of angel's, heaven, clouds and paradise,
we see ourselves in a utopia dream world,
that brings us peace and harmony. Death is a
sad word; a word that is continually present with
melancholy thoughts that haunts the mind. I always
dismiss it from my mind, but always comes back.
It's there always trying to torment me, maybe if death
wasn't so enigmatic and dreadful, our thoughts would
change. We wouldn't think about it at all. When I think
of the old age, is like thinking, death is near, it's the
nearest thing to old age. Death, death is like a cold
and lonely sigh, Death, it comes like thieves in the
night, it takes you and it wont give you a notice nor a
warning. A deep anguish takes over our feelings;
death is a sad word, An empty sensation and a huge
grief, that torture's the soul and mind. Death we can't
defeated, escape or make it null. A reminder each
day that time will eventually stop and become eternal.
Death the only sure thing we inherit from the second
we are born, death, death, I cannot comprehend the
purpose to all, we struggle in our journey in every way,
to at the end, become dust in the wind, and then after
time has past, not even a vestige of us.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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Narcolepsy
Im on a train, but theres no one at the helm
And theres a demon in my brain
Who starts to overwhelm whelm whelm whelm whelm
And there it goes, my last chance for peace
You lay me down, but I get no release
And I say i, I try to keep awake
I try to swim beneath
I try to keep awake
But i, I can feel this narcolepsy slide
Into another nightmare
And theres a demon in my head who starts to play
A nightmare tape loop of what went wrong yesterday
And I hold my breath till its more than I can take
And I close my eyes and dream that Im awake
I try to keep awake
I try to keep awake
I try to keep awake
But i, I can feel this narcolepsy slide
Into another nightmare
I read dead russian authors volumes at a time
I write everything down except whats on my mind
Cause my greatest fear is that sucking sound
And then I know that Ill never get back out
And theres a bone in my hand that connects to a drink
In a crowded room where the glasses clink
And Ill buy you a beer and well drink it deep
Because that keeps me from falling asleep I said
Howd you like to be alone and drowning
Howd you like to be alone and drowning
Howd you like to be alone and drowning
Howd you like to be alone and drowning
Still I find this narcolepsy slide slide
Into another nightmare
Keep awake, keep awake, keep awake
And I can feel this narcolepsy slide
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