More Minds Are Needed In the Act of Reaction
Weapons are made to be used.
Just like those of unconscious minds.
Time is not spent in the waste of their creation.
The investment made is too precious to be kept,
Left behind with no purpose meant.
Some say a mind is a terrible thing to waste!
No mind is wasted.
More minds are needed in the act of reaction.
To be used like a weapon with a quick fuse.
And this use has proven to be highly successful!
Less minds are needed to think.
Especially when conflicts are thoughtlessly linked.
And those who are thinkers,
Are seldom seen cheering for their own doom!
Or...
Honorable sacrifice.
To later be labelled as a common hero to forget.
Thinkers,
Although less popular...
Have not become that crazy,
Yet!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Good Man
Album : Silencer (2001)
You never had much style about you
We never knew the reason that you
You sat around almost every hour
And quickly lost your bargaining power
You can't be me
I'm convinced you're twice the man we are
And you cannot clear your mind
Cos in our eyes we're fine
And you're running out of time
But its not to do with us
And you cannot clear our minds
Cos in our eyes you're blind
And its such a waste of time
The threads you wore were something tragic
The words you spoke were so emphatic
The records that you make are tasteless
And eloquence with you is wasted
So whats your method, whats your scheme?
The whole scene knows what you already mean
And you cannot clear my mind
Cos in our eyes you're fine
And you're running out of time
But its not to do with us
And you cannot clear our minds
Cos in our eyes you're blind
And its such a waste of time
But its not to do with us
And you cannot clear our minds
Cos in our eyes you're fine
And you're running out of time
But its not to do with us
And you cannot clear our minds
Cos in our eyes you're fine
And you're such a waste of time
But its not to do with us
And you cannot clear our minds
Cos in our eyes you're fine
And you're running out of time
But its not to do with us
And you cannot clear our minds
Cos in our eyes you're fine
And you're such a waste of time
song performed by by Zed
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To Get Up And Get Things Done
If I don't find a purpose,
To get up and get things done...
I'll waste the day away.
My day will waste away.
If I...
Do nothing,
But talk on the telephone,
Listening to people moan their groans...
I'll waste the day away.
My day will waste away.
And to have that as a habit,
Is not where my head is at!
And I do what I can for myself,
Without some people donating their help.
Some people have no need...
To begin one thing and see it through.
And when I tackle something...
It is going to get done!
Since that is what I do.
Some people,
Waste a lot of time.
Some people,
Can't make up their minds.
Some people,
Have nothing to do but to sing the blues!
Some people,
Waste a lot of time.
Some people,
Can't make up their minds.
Some people,
Have nothing to do but to sing the blues!
If I don't find a purpose,
To get up and get things done...
I'll waste the day away.
My day will waste away.
If I...
Do nothing,
But talk on the telephone,
My day will waste away.
I'll waste the day away.
Some people,
Waste a lot of time.
Some people,
Can't make up their minds.
Some people,
Have nothing to do but to sing the blues!
Some people,
Have nothing to do but to sing the blues.
That's all they do!
And I wont be giving up my time to find,
That choice to make...
As a habit!
That choice wont become my habit.
People making up their minds like that...
Can have it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whether It Was Vanilla Or Chocolate Frosted
Evaporate from us...
Desires fed.
Now lifted and vaporized,
Into oblivion.
Like those requirements needed,
To fulfill elementary tasks.
The ones that troubled,
But from us have left fast.
What had attracted,
No longer is in our minds to grasp.
Like those we shared friendships with,
In a 4th or 5th grade class.
Or what it was like,
Enjoying that first piece of...
Gee!
I can't remember whose it was.
Or whether it was vanilla or chocolate frosted.
The mind is a terrible thing to witness go to waste.
All I remember were those round cheeks,
Filled with pound cake.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Three Headed Mind Pollution
I made up my mind, do you mind that I really don't mind?
I gotta align my mind, but I ain't got the time
My mind mind? Yes, it minds. now do you mind?
I made up my mind, do you mind that I really don't mind?
Out of my mind
Three headed mind pollution
When the mind goes blind, you just might find
The mad man was busy sucking down the wine
Three headed mind pollution
I made up my mind, do you mind that I really don't mind?
I gotta align my mind, but I ain't got the time
My mind mind? Yes, it minds, now do you mind?
I made up my mind, do you mind that I really don't mind?
Out of my mind
Panic
I'm not gonna ask, you ask
Are you now or have you ever been
A member of the three headed mind pollution?
Three headed mind pollution, out of my mind
I'll take a double three headed mind pollution
Extra chili and cheese, to go!
song performed by by Infectious Grooves
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The Thought Is Made
One may think of a thought to hold an opinion,
But never does that thought fit in every mind;
For their minds do not accept a man to think for them
That they must gain a stance on a deserving area.
Thinkers demand compliance, as thinkers exceed intelligence
That the hugest of them are utterly acceptable;
It is not permitted for the philosophers to question the laymen
On subjects related to demanding material.
A thought conveys much and is a fierce achievement
For the relaxation of brotherhood, the only source of endeavor.
poem by Naveed Akram
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A Story of Light in Daytime
I was sitting with both my best friend (mind well and dirty minds)
Mind well: Why do you? Been a few days I noticed you always anxious?
Dirty minds(suddenly jumped and danced in front of us)
Me(surprised) : Hey, you surprised me..! !
Dirty mind, he says: Forget him, forget him. I say, forget him.. lalalalaa...
Mind well (screaming) : What do you mean? !
Dirty minds: Why do you continue to keep him in mind? While you certainly feel hurt! What a fool you. (Mind my evil stare sharp)
Me: I'm...
Dirty minds: stupid people! That's right, stupid! Its still just thinking about it, expect it. Did you know he's thinking the same as you? Stupid, stupid, stupid.. lalalalalaa (dirty minds again danced for joy)
Mind well (up to me to hug me) tried to calm myself: You shut up - not noisy and ugly dancing like that in front of us.
Dirty minds: Yes yes yes because she is foolish.. Hahaha.. Silly girl! (Laughter off shrill and deafening) . Did not she already get a replacement then why still hold him in all his feelings? Huh!
Mind well asked me: Yeah right he said. I agree and I know it, you've got someone better than him, why are you still double your heart? What is against you about him? While the new arrivals he is better than he that old?
Me(only able to look at both my best friend without the energy of heart) . I throw away my eyes from them, staring blankly existing floor..
Mind well: Follow your heart. Because he is 'the voice of your Lord' - he'll lead you to the peace of your heart..
Dirty minds (replied) : Yaa she is right.. Forget him. Once again, forget about him, stupid girl. Take care of the new arrival, get rid of him a long time because you will not need it anymore.
Me: My best friend! (I cried) Now I know what to do now! And who I care about now! Yes yes yes, I know now - I know it now..
I grab the hands of dirty minds I took him to dance..
Dirty minds try to tease me: Heyy, take your hands out of my hands, clever girl! Hahaha.. We were laughing and dancing together.
My smile is back now - I will see any peace with you, O, my new lover. Thank my Lord for blessing me.
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Ocean Breathes Salty
Your body may be gone, I'm gonna carry you in.
In my head, in my heart, in my soul.
And maybe we'll get lucky and we'll both live again.
Well I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. Don't think so.
Well that is that and this is this.
You tell me what you want and I'll tell you what you get.
You get away from me. You get away from me.
Collected my belongings and I left the jail.
Well thanks for the time, I needed to think a spell.
I had to think awhile. I had to think awhile.
The ocean breathes salty, won't you carry it in?
In your head, in your mouth, in your soul.
And maybe we'll get lucky and we'll both grow old.
Well I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I hope so.
Well that is that and this is this.
You tell me what you want and I'll tell you what you get.
You get away from me. You get away from me.
Collected my belongings and I left the jail.
Well thanks for the time, I needed to think a spell.
I had to think awhile. I had to think awhile.
Well that is that and this is this.
Will you tell me what you saw and I'll tell you what you missed,
when the ocean met the sky.
You missed when time and life shook hands and said goodbye.
When the earth folded on itself.
And said "Good luck, for your sake I hope heaven and hell
are really there, but I wouldn't hold my breath."
You wasted life, why wouldn't you waste death?
You wasted life, why wouldn't you waste death?
The ocean breathes salty, won't you carry it in?
In your head, in your mouth, in your soul.
The more we move ahead the more we're stuck in rewind.
Well I don't mind. I don't mind. How the hell could I mind?
Well that is that and this is this.
You tell me what you want and I'll tell you what you get.
You get away from me. You get away from me.
Well that is that and this is this.
Will you tell me what you saw and I'll tell you what you missed,
when the ocean met the sky.
You wasted life, why wouldn't you waste the afterlife?
song performed by by Modest Mouse
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Exhausting Promises Meant to Keep
Is there anyone who lives,
Without expressing some regret?
Something done one wishes to forget?
Perhaps making a remark,
That was left to spark an animosity.
One even forgiveness given,
The mind can not leave alone.
Or remove completely,
From our doorsteps.
To find us inside comforted in total rest.
Is there anyone who lives,
Without expressing some remorse?
A wish a decision made had taken another course?
Like a marriage that ends in divorce?
Or a relationship desired...
That has not replaced,
The emotional investment paid for the cost...
Of a loss reviewed as time spent and wasted.
And memories kept have a way of replaying,
Every detail of each moment embossed with highlights!
Exhausting promises meant to keep,
To be freed of indecision.
When someone else one meets,
Finds us against our wishes...
As the repeating of the same steps,
Creep to leak unresolved issues.
Saying once again...
To a valued peace of mind.
That if that 'next' time should come...
We...
By then,
Will have overcomed and corrected an oversight!
Yet...
Another flaw neglected,
Has a way of surfacing.
To be heard from departing lips...
In daydreams wished to once lick with kisses,
Now sickens with the thought of it!
Again,
Where should these lessons learned,
Be kept to stay fresh in our minds?
Or should one desiring to dance with romance...
Again,
Just sit and observe?
And not rush to be partnered.
Again!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm to blame
I am sorry i could never give you what you needed
I am sorry that i was just never enough
I am sorry i just never succeeded
I am sorry i made life tough
I am sorry i just was not what you had in mind
I am sorry i was not what you had deserved
I am sorry and i hope that you will find
someone who, like me is concerned
I am sorry i was a waste of your precious time
I am sorry you didnt think i have a nice soul
I am sorry to you i wasent worth a dime
I am sorry i did not fit the role
poem by Ayesha Sartawi
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In' Sane
Shouldn't there be a joy and satisfaction
One gets
For being declared 'in' sane?
After all,
Those that are 'out' of it,
Aren't 'in' it at all!
And those who choose just to be 'sane'...
Should they be suspect?
Things aren't as crazy as they are
Because they've spent time in their minds!
Now...
I can accept those labelled
To be 'out-of-their-minds'!
It makes it more official.
And at least they can be held accountable.
The ones still undeclared are the most baffling!
They disguise themselves,
With titles deemed 'professional'.
And they are the ones responsible...
For all of the 'professional' havoc,
That we have been experiencing for decades!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In The Spirit Of Rumi 49 - The Mind
O Mind, where are you this morning?
I really need your help…
God bestowed on you His most precious gift –
He gave you the ticket to roam
the length and breadth and height of all His lovely Creation
- as much as any mind can know what’s there
behind what’s there –
you use this ticket all the time,
but have you ever thanked Him?
When it’s time for you to come home
because you’re needed there
you send a message saying,
I’m busy here – I’ll be back later –
and then, what happens?
You dream up ideas of 'me' and 'mine',
and then like a dog, bury a juicy bone
because you don't trust your Master
to feed you every day...
My body was made by God, and
fed by Him every day, but
it’s always here at home; and
it would love you to be home…
My soul was made by God, and
fed by Him every day, but
it’s always here at home; and
it would love you to be home…
O Mind, you were made by God and
fed by Him every day, and
given this freedom pass by Him;
why can’t you be here at home when you’re needed?
You’re supposed to be my servant;
Did I not train you properly?
loved you perhaps too much?
I have urgent errands every day for you;
when you’ve done them, I’m happy
to let you off the leash, laughing, barking,
leaping, panting, your tail wagging like mad
at the fun of being you…
Please, Mind, be a good dog..
we’ll love each other all the more…
I promise…
poem by Michael Shepherd
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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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catch Them Young' I Say..
I will blend two minds and will shout aloud
To the world, ' Here is the final human mind'.
I will infuse two hundred passions in to it and will sing aloud
To the throngs, 'Here is a mind that sans no glory heard ever'.
I will invent two million ordinary mortals and will speak
To their hearts, ' Here is your role model to frame a mind still'.
I search for the minds to be blended
And many minds flash before my eyes.
I like none - 'All are too narrow', I tell.
I search for the minds once again
And many more minds flash by, none appealing.
An agony strikes me, 'Where are those great minds? '
A millenium passes,
In the drought of mothers who give birth to none great
My blending dreams remain as a mirage
And I begin to write an elegy on the death of minds.
In the inner self of my mind that can never be blended with any other
A nightmare roams with all its scaring images.
I will blend two minds one day but I will not tell about it.
Or else I will tell someone to find them and catch them.
' Catch them young', I will tell him.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Time To Belittle
What is so funny?
'How small minds gather with other small minds,
To then associate with more smaller minds...
Who all find the time to belittle.'
In height?
Or in thought process?
Which one?
Why are you staring at me?
'Jokes are not suppose to be analyzed.
That's why they are called jokes.'
Oh!
I get it 'now'.
Not to 'belittle'.
But to be 'little'.
'Forget it.
Just forget it.'
Don't be made at me.
You could have kept that one to yourself.
I would have used 'disparaged' instead, anyway.
'Father...?
Why is it 'me'? '
Stop looking up in the sky.
That answer is not there.
Trust me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Emergency
When faced with
An emergency,
We don’t dwell
Over our petty grievances.
We are
Completely present
In the moment.
As we focus
On the important
And the urgent
Knowing
There is no time
To waste,
We weigh
The pros and cons
In an instant.
The decision
Is made in a blink,
And we leave
The out come
To fate,
Why do we vacillate
Over this and that,
And waste
Precious moments
And just procrastinate?
And hesitate
To act
When our gut instinct
Gives us a distinct
Message
I guess
Because our minds
Our cluttered
With ceaseless noise
At all times.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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The Fourth Mind
I presume what I think may be true,
Everybody has four minds within;
One mind says it wants every thing forever,
Another mind says it doesn't want whatsoever,
Third one says let us see later;
Is it OK what three minds say?
The fourth mind says 'Yes' Yes' Yes'.
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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Host For Stagnation
I am not one to participate,
In an exchange of pointless narratives...
As to 'why' or 'why not' an action taken was done.
If the action has been done,
That's it.
An act of completion has been witnessed.
There is no need to quibble over an option taken.
Or reasons why that choice was made.
It was made.
It was done!
Debates about it are a waste of time.
Not just for me...
But the ones who elect to use their minds.
And time wasted when one can least afford it...
Is a meaningless act.
To belabor a decision.
And to question one's reasoning!
To critique a depth of meaning.
Of the act itself...
After a choice was offered.
To feed what purpose?
To serve what cause?
Why is that worthy of anyone,
A ponder or a pause?
What is the initiative,
For doing something like this?
Can an ego be that slow to motivate?
To concentrate a participation on that?
Come on.
The process is useless!
Unless one is the host for stagnation?
And those affairs I avoid with determination.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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United Negro College Fund
I'm going to start giving money to the United Negro College Fund.
It will be one of the greatest things that I've ever done.
I want black people to expand their minds and to be all they can be.
I want them to be bursting with knowledge as they accept their degrees.
They'll need a good education in this world they must face.
It's true that a mind is a terrible thing to waste.
poem by Randy Johnson
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An Exchanging Of Footsteps
Could it still be a possibility,
That one's life lived exclusively...
Running away from responsibility,
Can learn after many years spent...
Ignoring the benefits obtained,
In acquiring skills in arithmetic.
Or the process it takes to comprehend,
What has been read to broaden a limitation...
Accepted in one's head instead,
To begin to attach those pieces that fit.
And they eventually could sit patiently,
With a doing of this?
Let us not be quick,
To lift with a raising up of our right eyebrows!
Many dismissing the discipline it takes,
To quietly absorb a practice in listening...
Actually wait until it's too late,
To find someone desiring to teach an adult...
To undo those childish stunts in a mind done.
Even children in their fifties can learn!
Let us not be quick,
To lift with a raising up of our right eyebrows!
A willingness to waste another's time,
Is okay.
Until it has become decided,
Someone's seriousness is ready to be displayed.
And...
Is reason enough to give away,
Those experiences acquired by someone else.
And we all can participate in the joys of life.
Let us not be quick,
To lift with a raising up of our right eyebrows!
There are people all over the place,
Willing to sacrifice their time, minds and efforts...
With their experiences suffered alone to condone,
In an exchanging of footsteps!
All it takes...
Is just for 'one' of us to let this be known.
Let us not be quick,
To lift with a raising up of our right eyebrows!
Let us, you and me...and Mother Love,
Just for a few moments abandon realities!
And...
Use our minds to perceive of this,
Idealistically.
'Yep!
Didn't I tell you?
They were doing much more,
Than the changing of test scores...
In the teacher's lounge.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not In The Wondering Of 'Why
No time I have given you,
Has been for you to dissolve and waste.
Not a precious moment have I spent in the giving...
Has been meant for you to take and fake,
Anything.
When I give with decision,
It is from a choice I make.
If my giving is accepted,
I would like it shown...
You appreciate.
No time I have given you,
Has been for you to dissolve and waste.
Not a precious moment have I spent in the giving...
Has been meant for you to take and fake,
Anything.
And now there is a nothingness for you I feel.
It is much like an empty space.
A place that has been cleared to be left vacant.
And I am not in the wondering of 'why'.
Or trying to give it time to do it!
Not anymore like many times before.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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