Left Vacant to Dust Like Useless Property
Minds burned out.
Thoughts displaced.
Those who fell asleep,
Awakened...
To find themselves,
Crawling on their knees.
Not remembering their own names.
OR who it was their pretensions should pleased.
Something happened overnight!
Could this be an infectious new designer disease?
To market after hyping minds to incite.
Something created in a laboratory...
And backfiring in a way,
That accidently misplaces an effective opportunity.
To have those who had once do the suppressing...
Witnessed in a mindlessness,
And left with no thoughts to express.
Is not as surprising as some might expect.
Poisonous minds...
Over time reflect this!
And left vacant to dust like useless property.
Could be the revelation on the horizon,
Those 'meek' of the Earth shall see?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One's Beliefs
Beliefs aren't changed overnight,
Because of misdirection.
Beliefs are changed overnight,
When new ones are created.
Misdirection can be debated,
For reasons to entertain those who make changes.
But one's beliefs as they are...
Are only fed to keep them out of the way.
And kept faithfully attached,
For purposes to serve!
Not to discuss what are facts.
Beliefs aren't changed overnight,
Because of misdirection.
Beliefs are changed overnight,
When new ones are created.
Like one's knowledge of facts...
Depends on who is being pleased.
And for what reasons they've been directed,
To go first down on their knees,
Hoping to find their minds comforted.
And...
Beliefs,
As they are interpreted to be.
Aren't changed overnight,
Because of misdirection.
Beliefs are changed overnight,
When new ones are created.
To please and comfort the converted
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mentally Blocked and Forgotten
Mandatory awakenings,
Are eclipsing on the horizon.
Fading fast are thoughts from the past...
And a firm grasp on delusions,
Slip from grips
To be tossed like trash.
Minds are being lifted,
To insights before unknown!
And many will find themselves left behind...
Trying to define their identities,
When enlightenment is all
Those shown will condone!
Leaving concepts no longer existing...
And those resisting feeling quite alone!
Mentally blocked and forgotten.
Roaming the Earth as useless drones.
With no food for thought to share...
Yet providing Vultures an assortment,
Of picked over bones
Once buried deep in despair.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Purple Glitter.....An Ode To Writers
When blackened skies shroud
Purple thoughts are thrust
As sprinkles of glitter dust
Up through the atmospheric pressure
To islands of pixies
Who share
Clouded thoughts and wishful dreams
As silent screams
Fall on ears
As bloody tears
Recite out loud or whisper
Of autumnal leaves
Crisper
Are the icicles which dance through eyes and minds and lips
Softer
Are the tears that flow
Through meandering streams of minds which weep
Than the thoughts of ones
Own......
poem by Karen Sinclair
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To Not Write An Essential Part Of Ourselves
dissatisfaction with how little one has achieved
may produce sharp urges to produce achieve
minds insight driven by internal expression need
to not write an essential part of ourselves
is to fail an essential need in our life purpose
to fail to express line sweet unique thought
individualistic within our strung souls
which should thus be sung upon the winds
of time in poems, essays, short stories,
novels, which are born upon swift rivers
of time to echo intriguing questions
into the soul of demanding curiosities
need and knowledge's required
instinctive understanding impels
tuned souls to reflect rhythms
spirit of age lived in a momentous
revelation insight in grains of sand
released through fingers onto winds
blowing echo chime thoughts
into receptive porous melting minds
awaiting candle lit illuminations
such minds will mute die of non-expressions
a new diagnosis in ancient self discoveries
timeless echoes forth ageless dawn ceremonies
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Virgin
Walking through the darkness of racism,
Devouring the thoughts of virgin minds in life;
Very few taking the easy way out by not truly studying
the minds and personalities of certain people,
the rest creating an image from the start trying to find the
result of that particular person;
Suffering these rare thoughts is like being in the pit of Hell,
I would love to stop the burning sensation but it's not even worth
spitting on;
8-13-08
poem by Alicia Cross
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Beg A Little Love
(hunter/mcnasty)
Life takes a little piece of you away
Most everyday of your life
Oh learn to get wise, you learn to compromise-
You learn to criticise yourself
I guess we all grow up cos one day everything-
Seems so further from the truth
And you try to find yourself- in this endless youth
I said you try to find yourself-and you
Beg a little love
Fate takes another stab at your face
And you can never cease to resist
And you take it on the chin-that old sucker punch again
Reminds you what youve missed
When the colors blazed and your jealousy raged
You were so sensitive to every touch
And it aint to forget in this endless youth
So you find a perfect stranger- and you
Beg a little love
What do you get in the end
Did you really need that friend
Your emotions dulled to save your heart
From failing at the hardest part
But you still get down on your knees
I said you get down n your knees
And you beg
Now theres nothing left to laugh at
Nothing left to say-nothing left do
Theres nothing left-so theres nothing left to ask for
But you still get down on your knees- and you beg
These words are my sacrificial lamb
Burnin a hole down my heart
Dancin down that river of no return
You know you missed that boat- but you still get
Down on your knees
Afterall o those years
Afterall o those fears
Afterall o those dreams
Afterall o those screams
Aferall o those nights
Afterall o those fights
When my mind had gone, when both o my minds had gone
When my minds had gone
Im still a child
And I get down on my knees and I beg
Beg a little love
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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Thoughts Descend
Thoughts descend,
They come down
From the world unexplored;
In the forms of waves,
Purple, pink or black
Or winged birds:
Twittering sparrows,
Cooing doves or pigeons,
Or singing nightingales,
And sometimes they fall
Like stones hurling down.
Thoughts that soar near are captured
By the minds,
Some are spoken, some are penned
And become the record,
While the un-captured return behind
To the origin.
Innocent plain minds
Capture magnificent thoughts,
But the murky minds magnetize
Sable ones wherefrom sprout
The boughs of violence and odium
That transform the world
Into a place of turmoil.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Blackball
In this world of hate and shallowness
Where enemies become your consolation
And those of us who win the game give up our minds
I dont call that winning
Say this doesnt apply to you
But ask yourself first
What have I done today to win the game
And just what have I sacrificed
Win the battle lose the war
I know Ive played this game before
When people were still real
I dont want this anymore
Its time for me to close the door
Theres nothing left to feel
Reflect on all our yesterdays
My own words choke me
Why were they spoken
Regret for the things Ive said and done
Just cant compare with
Regret for those that I have never tried
So blame this world or blame yourself
Its really all the same
When you are standing on the precipice
From which you just cant return
Win the battle lose the war
I know Ive played this game before
When people were still real
I dont want this anymore
Its time for me to close the door
Theres nothing left to feel
In the style of forgotten men
I look to my horizon
I see nothing
While thoughts of guns and desecration
Sweep through my mind
But only coffins and bones remain
As I look to you
The emptiness behind your eyes
Seals my decision
Cant carry on in this world of juggling
Where all this thoughtlessness and bludgeoning
Your key to success
What kind of tradition to carry on
Blackball the new disease
Blackball the new disease
Blackball your evil ways
Have found their way inside me
Blackball the new disease
Blackball the new disease
Blackball for a better life
In this high tech dog eat dog existence
(chorus)
song performed by by Offspring
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Set Your Minds Colossians 3:2 Haiku 5-7-5
Please, control your thoughts,
Set your minds on things above,
Not on things on earth.
haiku by Marius Alexandru (February 2020)
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Mind Food
Mind food collects in my stomach,
And so I am an esper, the powerful one,
Who injects beliefs into disillusioned minds
For the spirits I request.
It takes a kilo year, a thousand years,
To abstain from powers so great,
Like a needler in the head and mind;
It needs too much mind food.
Minds of intelligence can grok, and spill
Valuable thoughts as well.
Minds need to be understood by scars
That feed into other minds - this is my religion.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Eternally Fortified
There is a place...
Deep within the crevices,
Of their recessed minds!
Where they perceived themselves envied.
Conditioned to believe they were in possession,
What others wanted to take.
Others wanted so badly...
They felt a need to defend themselves,
With weapons and attitude.
They believed themselves highly educated.
Although a few...
Even with degrees,
Could comprehend, read or write.
Even fewer than that,
Had common sense.
And those who did express it,
Were feared!
Even though rarely used.
One day when they awakened,
To address what had been rumored,
As 'reality'!
They found their greatness gone.
They discovered those they despised...
Could care less who they were.
In fact...
They had the better lives!
'Where is my mink, Harry?
Is it still in storage? '
Who tricked these people into beliefs,
Of nonsense?
Who damaged their minds?
And left them quite densed?
Whose standards and quality of life,
Depleted over night?
'Certainly not mine.
I still have tons of caviar! '
Who finally discovered they had worshipped,
Decadence and greed?
Who finds they are economically busted?
With a sick point of view...
That has left them to grieve?
'Harry...
Is that 'you' in there,
Doing that Orson Welles imitation?
I wish you would stop it.
It's so annoying.
Come help me select fabric,
For drapes.'
And...
Even if they solicited,
No where would they discover...
Anyone to show them,
Empathy or sympathy!
And even with this acknowledged...
They 'still' perceived themselves,
The envy of those filled with jealousy!
'That's a 'keeper'.
I love that line.'
Even those who loaned them money.
And owned everything they had!
Including their property and mentalities!
Did not express sadness.
'Don't worry!
They will never take away our racism!
And 'that' we will keep eternally fortified.
We must remain encouraged!
We must...
Maintain our birthright.
Let us now descend,
Within the bowels of our caves!
These theme parties are getting more extravagant.
You're going to love what I did.
I had a designer to do each room,
To my specifications.
So authentic!
You are not going to believe the detail.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It is hardly surprising that women concentrate on the way they look instead of what is in their minds since not much has been put in their minds to begin with.
quote by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
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Two Minds Alike
My thoughts they drift from then to now,
Of what has been and what's in store,
So many seasons converge in one,
And from my heart my sorrows pour.
For once we were so very close,
Our thoughts would intertwine as one,
Knowing what the other thought,
Before one word had e'er begun.
Two minds alike, two minds close knit,
Each understanding every muse,
Telepathy between two souls,
Linking together, each sense did fuse.
We never appreciated the gift,
Of connecting with the power of thought,
But squandered it without regard,
And threw it far, as if worth naught.
I miss the connection of our minds,
Wherein we savoured many things,
A closeness that through so many years,
Has vanished forth on angels wings.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Our Thoughts Extend From Us To Reach
Our thoughts.
Actions.
And our deeds from us released...
Reflect,
Not only our expectations...
But express as an investment,
None of us should perceive...
Decreases in value.
Our thoughts,
Whether believed faithfully or not...
To be shared as spoken,
Instills...
Significant influence.
As if a seed implanted,
Within a mind open and listening.
Evaluating content.
What was said.
Who said what.
And how what was said to whom...
Has its effectiveness.
Like the Sun coming to rise upon the horizon.
That same Sun sets.
Like a leaf attached to the branch of a tree.
That tree provides all connected to it with nourishment.
And it is rooted...
Grounded,
To the Earth.
This Earth.
Our Earth.
Much like our thoughts...
Extend from us to reach!
Much like our thoughts...
Extend from us to reach!
Much like our thoughts...
Extend from us to reach!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Minds eye solatium pt.1
Isolation, my solatium,
forever more the vagrant,
compensation, revelation,
of things that seem so vacant,
suspension in reality,
in exile, but awake,
entombed within my minds eye,
levitating on the lake.
Reach in to retrieve the answer
and pull the inside out,
the question is redundant
and the words never amount,
the boundaries of existence
are opaque and make no sound,
look down upon my minds eye,
from just above the ground.
A journey through subconscious
to a world that's retrospect,
endeavour to endure the path
that time will soon collect,
for if you reach the destination
known by precious few,
you'll come to see my minds eye,
in the haunted morning view.
The figments congregate,
as if expecting some illusion
and treat the interruption
as a cardinal intrusion,
their silence screams the loudest voice
and lasts a hundred years,
you'll pray for deaf in my minds eye,
where skies are nowhere near.
So now you've seen this place
can you conceive a mundane vision,
or does your sense of caution
force an ill-advised recession,
for all i ask is that you know
the meaning of this code,
and rest within my minds eye,
to repay the secrets sowed...
to become the cruces ode.
poem by Ashley Shannon
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Cunning Man
A cunning manner has been absorbed
By the builders of logic, the philosophers;
Subduing thoughts travelling into ideas,
Jostling with common people and their minds.
Minds are too much, minds excel according
To the brains of a rich heaven, the richer time.
A cunning leader may swerve in judgement
To give a solution, but when do we please
The tailors of windows and chairs? then
They are themselves, and are given fairness.
A cunning man is not a woman of craft
But a cunning man swerves in judgement.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Originality Lurks Within Minds
however complete thoughts
theories are within hearts minds
prepared to be still prepared
to wait meditate focus
thoughts into a complete whole
originality lurks within minds
of curiosity perception
should challenge individuals
to think reason upon values
cause and effect consequences
creating multiplicity within society
changes within our shared world
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Is It Poetry?
Is it poetry?
Is this...
My chance to express,
That which I wish.
To say in a way,
I find less direct.
A way I've discovered,
My feelings are hidden best.
Although my thoughts seem to connect...
In a way I find you may or may not accept.
Is it poetry?
Is this...
My chance to express,
That which I wish.
Or...
Am I just calling it that?
To escape traps that define,
Minds like mine...
Complexed in compositions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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God, is this the world you have created?
1-The minds full of lust
The minds full of lies
2-The world full of darkness
The world full of dirts
3-The world full of people like you like me
Using beautiful words when we need
4-The world full of injustice
Both in West and East
5-The world full of women who have lost their purity
For earning property
6-The world full of hate
In each time, in each date
7-So many racism, so many contempt
So many people who always pretend
8-GOD,
Is this the world you created
9-GOD,
I am sick and tired of living
there haven't been anything interesting
for me on your earth
poem by Nader Baheri
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Programming Shared
So many are unaware of a programming shared,
That creates their own despair.
And...
Leaving them with minds barren.
As they seek a shearing like sheep asleep...
Grazing on dreams of malaise.
Pleased they are to be given the opportunity,
To be mentally slaughtered!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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