From Invisible Places
The flesh is not where the mind is confined.
As if one can observe a thought process occurring.
The mind like one's soul is a 'spirit' designed,
To communicate from invisible places.
And those who meditate within a quietness allowed,
Find themselves connected.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People Sell Their Souls
Impulsive and full of himself.
That is the image of the legacy he leaves.
Incompetent?
That is not the right word.
Connected!
That's it.
Once you know someone who knows someone else...
That doesn't take intelligence, common sense,
Or even a thought process to distinguish between the two.
People sell their souls to acquire a certain status.
And to have that shared with just a few...
Eventually makes a fool respectable.
And no one in their right mind would allow an idiot,
To achieve anything of dominance.
But then again...
This assessment by now should be obvious.
And a painful admission experienced by many,
Who have allowed themselves to believe
Anything he represents has depth.
Or a consiousness connected.
Although connected he is to those of like minds!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Searching Inner Space
Searching now for inner space
Sure one day to find the place
What means of travel does one face
This journey from the human race
Listen sounds to tell the way
Or wait the stars to show way
Doth the soul to body say
Suppress all fears felt today
If it's thought that moves the man
Act as if your thoughts still can
God designed this travel well
So we can move through heav'n or hell
Take a trip a different kind
Open channels in your mind
Inner space you soon will find
Is god and you intertwined
The choice is yours all's been planned
You can move through thought command
Meditate and learn first hand
Your mind controls this world so grand
poem by Daniel Lloyd Kennedy
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ALZHEIMER'S ZONG(for my old pal Al)
'The soul bone's
connected to the heart bone! '
'The heart bone's
connected to the mind bone! '
'The mind bone's
connected to the bone bone! '
'The bone bone's
connected to the thought bone! '
'The Thought bone's
connected to the Time bone! '
'The Time bone's
connected to the memory bone! '
'The memory bone's...'
'The memory bones...'
'... memory's bones...'
'Now where have all
the words
...gone! '
*******
I used to look after someone with Alzheimer's and she used to sing this over and over and chuckle to herself until the wordsand she gradually faded away and there was no enough memory and wit to sustain the song or her any longer.
poem by Dónall Dempsey
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The Master
amid the humdrum of the living cells
a spirit meditates with the pristine aura of a lotus
while another stands by with such a nonchalance
i am left with awe as to who he is;
the devil himself or just another, another spirit
i first saw only his shoulders in a forest
i thought only i have the carte blanche to roam
a forest swarmed with the flowers of my love,
the power of my scents and the echoes of my dreams
I commend the the spirit that sits all day
rain or shine, meditating the quietness of
the interlocking cogs of clocks that so gently
unleash its power it has the world by every inch of its breath
i thought the spirit to be the ultimate meditator
to learn from until i saw the nonchalant one reveals
himself, and leads us in his all encompassing
heart soul and mind do; he is so grand we are
drawn to the overwhelming peace of his very heart
i soon learn that one day i too would
sit in a frame meditating on the working of
a body mind and soul with the same spirit
looking over us with a nonchalance you would
never know he is the real master of us all
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Too Connected To Humanity
Too connected to humanity,
To feel completely free.
Although I am committed,
To have my own peace of mind...
I still find I am happiest,
When near and close to those I love.
Too connected I am to those I care about.
Even those I see on a daily basis I don't know...
I give and show respect I don't in return get.
And yet,
I am not expecting it...
In wishes it to be given.
Too connected to humanity and accepting it.
With each moment lived to express gratefulness.
And to do that with the acknowledgement,
I can only be free to observe and learn.
Not be isolated with a freedom earned...
Yet to become upset,
Since my senses are not satisfied by my yearning...
To be held and touched.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Golden Sunset
Gently the invisible
strength overrides
penetrating every bone.
The desire was not seeking,
it was emitting a gloss.
Fierce truth was reverberating.
Only the mind was alert,
flesh was hissing.
An intense light
knived my sadness, death wish
it was a legend, I went into a process.
A quietness catching
all the voices of disharmony.
Word by word vocabulary
filtered in my heart.
Priests were prophesying doom.
Instant attention gave a passage,
uncontaminated, closer to the truth.
Gloom was glorified.
Scissors had done their job, few will remember the designs.
I should now think
of a golden sunset.
poem by Satish Verma
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My Mind
My mind,
I find
Is not
The most interesting place.
The realization
Hits me in the face.
I am amazed,
I have allowed
It to control
My days
And nights,
Even my dreams
When I sleep.
Oh, now I know,
Why they say
Meditate,
To achieve
A state of stillness
And heightened awareness.
to step out
Of the mind, I don’t always
Have to sit with my eyes closed.
Tending to my Roses,
Baking a cake,
Walking by the lake,
Writing on my pad,
Playing with my cat,
Are some of the things
Which make me hum and sing,
And get out of my mind
Stepping back helps me gain
Peace and new insight.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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The Mind Will Find Whatever It Wants
The mind will find whatever it wants,
To belabor.
The mind will choose to define,
Itself and what it defends.
That may or not be offense.
A mind confined,
Spends a lot of time.
In search to uncover its own comfort.
And even when that comfort comes to show,
A stubborn mind that it needs to grow.
That mind will always find,
A way that is done not to do it.
The mind will find whatever it wants,
To belabor.
The mind will choose to define,
Itself and what it defends.
That may or not be offense.
The mind will find whatever it wants.
Even if that is a haunting of itself,
To keep life a threatening existence.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deluded Concepts
Do I care to be rated,
By egos deflated?
I look not for that embrace...
As I search to expand,
And understand my own space.
Some believe they can achieve,
Success in obscurity.
With nothing connected,
To anything objective...
And subjected to a thought process,
No one can perceive.
Enough to believe for mental protest.
But that comes from a mind,
Accustomed to deceive!
A mind that fosters deluded concepts,
Twisted with unseen schemes!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If Choice is Choice
Intense the sense of pattern which the mind
Never ceases weaving as the Way
Advances over Time and rhyme to find
Meaning's meanings simple, sure, yet fey.
Ideas presented well, thoughts underlined, -
No superficiality where they
Allow free range - as spirit well designed
Marks space to place wor[l]d catalysts which may -
If choice is choice not circumstance designed -
New windows open through which interplay
Another, and another insight wind
Make constant progress through syllabic play.
INfinite our opportunities
MAy tendrils touch, find much soul further frees...
poem by Jonathan Robin
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A human mind
I t is like human mind
you got to know and find
be generous and very kind
observe it by not remaining blind
mind should be allowed to be broad
it will think and cut into road
it may shed the fears and think
it may feel free for the doubts to sink
There has to be single and positive thought
no unnecessary provocative thoughts to be fought
one has to determine course of action clearly
Else time may come to pay for it dearly
time and ground to be tested twice
they may look cool and nice
it may prove very deceptive
there is something more to be suggestive
Assess the ground and venture
there may lay a clear future
jump when you are fully sure
with no double mind to assure
no one may come and guide you
it has to be performed by only you
it is folly on our part to expect from others
try to swim to shore and win over
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Voyage of the Mind
Imagination is the infinite place
The soul is the vehicle of a dream
The mind is the engine of the soul
Doomed at the rotunda of darkness
The wicked flesh longed to retire
For its greed of satisfaction
The mind ignited to its journey
Dream came along to its grandeur
Engrossed by the replica of wishes
Adjourned by the muster of the soul
So the voyage of the mind continues
Its destination is beyond imagination
That only soul and dream can capture
But when awakened by a nightmare
The soul returns to the flesh
With the breaking in of a day dream
The voyage of the mind still remains
poem by Efren Petalver Carranza
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Changes Scare Flesh Mind
changes scare flesh mind
of those I knew as children
some choke on bitter pill ripe age
rebelling at this betrayal flesh
fighting plastic preservation
grace is mine in peace mind
storms of youth thought golden
satisfaction reigns life source pages
soul wealth wisdom works flesh
exaltation perceives salvation
poem by Terence George Craddock
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With this soul
I thought my soul
Helped me fly as spirit
Until I felt my soul
Connected to the soil
Through my heart
Through my longing
And through my holding
Of the branches of a tree
I felt connected to all things
Through the ground
My soul is of this earth
In death
It is in the ground
I want to be buried
No cremation for me
But for now
I choose life I breathe life
I touch everything
With my bare hands
And give back what I can
With this soul
poem by Harriet James
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Pure Thought
Subject to your own scrutiny.
Reflect on what you say.
Connected indirectly,
Perfect in every way.
Aware of every movement.
Commit to memory.
Not easy to ignore but
Too easy to believe.
To trust in your own judgement,
And keep an open mind.
Evaluation silent,
Confusion killing time.
Meaningless information
Implanted deep within.
Hours of intense frustration,
Your needs are genuine.
A single thought, no shape, no form.
To analyse and criticise, lost and yet unborn.
Feeds on itself and wants for nothing more.
Untouchable, invisible, your whole mind to explore.
Your thoughts you cannot purify.
The need to dominate and occupy.
The urge to win and not to be ruled, you just cannot deny.
Premature senility.
Uncontrollable decay.
A loss of your ability,
All functions waste away.
Untouched by conscience feeling,
Invisible to all.
After a time revealing,
Your unable to recall.
A single thought...
Your thoughts...
song performed by by Xentrix
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Pure Thought
Subject to your own scrutiny.
Reflect on what you say.
Connected indirectly,
Perfect in every way.
Aware of every movement.
Commit to memory.
Not easy to ignore but
Too easy to believe.
To trust in your own judgement,
And keep an open mind.
Evaluation silent,
Confusion killing time.
Meaningless information
Implanted deep within.
Hours of intense frustration,
Your needs are genuine.
A single thought, no shape, no form.
To analyse and criticise, lost and yet unborn.
Feeds on itself and wants for nothing more.
Untouchable, invisible, your whole mind to explore.
Your thoughts you cannot purify.
The need to dominate and occupy.
The urge to win and not to be ruled, you just cannot deny.
Premature senility.
Uncontrollable decay.
A loss of your ability,
All functions waste away.
Untouched by conscience feeling,
Invisible to all.
After a time revealing,
Your unable to recall.
A single thought...
Your thoughts...
song performed by by Xentrix
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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New Beginnings
Subject to your own scrutiny.
Reflect on what you say.
Connected indirectly,
Perfect in every way.
Aware of every movement.
Commit to memory.
Not easy to ignore but
Too easy to believe.
To trust in your own judgement,
And keep an open mind.
Evaluation silent,
Confusion killing time.
Meaningless information
Implanted deep within.
Hours of intense frustration,
Your needs are genuine.
A single thought, no shape, no form.
To analyse and criticise, lost and yet unborn.
Feeds on itself and wants for nothing more.
Untouchable, invisible, your whole mind to explore.
Your thoughts you cannot purify.
The need to dominate and occupy.
The urge to win and not to be ruled, you just cannot deny.
Premature senility.
Uncontrollable decay.
A loss of your ability,
All functions waste away.
Untouched by conscience feeling,
Invisible to all.
After a time revealing,
Your unable to recall.
A single thought...
Your thoughts...
song performed by by Xentrix
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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New Beginnings
Subject to your own scrutiny.
Reflect on what you say.
Connected indirectly,
Perfect in every way.
Aware of every movement.
Commit to memory.
Not easy to ignore but
Too easy to believe.
To trust in your own judgement,
And keep an open mind.
Evaluation silent,
Confusion killing time.
Meaningless information
Implanted deep within.
Hours of intense frustration,
Your needs are genuine.
A single thought, no shape, no form.
To analyse and criticise, lost and yet unborn.
Feeds on itself and wants for nothing more.
Untouchable, invisible, your whole mind to explore.
Your thoughts you cannot purify.
The need to dominate and occupy.
The urge to win and not to be ruled, you just cannot deny.
Premature senility.
Uncontrollable decay.
A loss of your ability,
All functions waste away.
Untouched by conscience feeling,
Invisible to all.
After a time revealing,
Your unable to recall.
A single thought...
Your thoughts...
song performed by by Xentrix
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Disconnected
I watch you stumble through the morning
I watch you stumble home at night
Silhouetted by a sun without sunlight
I've watched you walk straight through an evening
When you're laden with the day
And the light of the moon, it only gets in your way
From a bedroom window I was anyone
And the street I look upon is my runaway
But I'm connected to the places I don't feel connected from
I'm connected to the place that I don't feel like I'm from
This is the kind of town where everyone knows each other
And everyone hates that they know each other
And no one is getting any younger
From my bedroom window I was anyone
Every street I look upon could be a runaway
But I'm connected to the places I don't feel connected from
I'm connected to the place that I don't feel like I'm from
I'm connected to the places I don't feel connected from
I don't feel connected from
So move on here now
You don't belong here now
You don't belong
You'll never belong
You don't belong here now
You don't belong here now
You don't belong here now
You don't belong
You'll never belong
You don't belong here now
song performed by by Idlewild
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Poetically Speaking, Of course.
Let me make this clear.
As best as I can express it!
Without premeditative doubts.
And a conscious free of wonder,
Of your thought process.
Prior to meeting you...
I did have a life.
And choosing it with a peace of mind too!
Far removed from agitation.
Let me make this clear.
As best as I can express it!
Without premeditative doubts.
And a conscious free of wonder,
Of your thought process.
'If' for some reason or circumstance,
You should suddenly disappear!
Eyewitnessed with a 'poof'...
Making you totally invisible!
That life I had prior to meeting you,
With that peace I mentioned?
Would increase.
Quickly!
And you...
Would not exist!
Even as a memory.
Poetically speaking,
Of course!
I'm sure something more instant will occur,
To deprive this creative spirit I now share!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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