Strangely Substantial
I live with the Discworld view that everything, reality
and idea, comes into existence when created by
imagination, continuing in narrative
All-That-Is is the product of thought processes, everybody
interacts within temporary illusions brought about and
maintained by intersubjective consensus
It works as long as we remain in physical bodies to keep
these illusions alive; energy, intelligent and aware,
manifests freely, flowing towards everything
We are as unreal as the legends and myths we create, all
things are only as relevant and applicable as we choose
to make them; we are as strangely substantial
As the thoughts and ideas in our heads - I base my dreams
on the following elements: Delight in Manifestation, Joy in
Variety, Wisdom as Reason and Love as Respect
My life is woven of the visions and ideals by which we
transcend spacetime in blissful spirals of infinitely
continuing improvement…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Release Little Alien 20.08.2009
Puritanism - a haunting fear
someone might be happy when
we should live unhappy lives
Atoning for the sin of spirit falling
into physical existence through
sinful conception
Warped my youth into guilt and fear
Abraham’s website is the antidote
reality is inter-subjective consensus
We are free to create joy just as we
created all the repressive systems
in existence
Freedom to choose the best-feeling
thoughts is founded upon respect
for all other choices
From a smorgasbord of ideas while
ignoring things we dislike without
blowing them up
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We all live on islands
role-players finding their
own preferred settings
writing their own scripts
choosing their own scenery
the music and atmosphere
existing within their own
imagination
A most wonderful
experience is to choose
to be joyous and elated
interested and
stimulated
History science philosophy
and religion teaches original
thinking holds more joy than
old stale thoughts
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A cynic in my youth I discover
innocence late in life – joy of
appreciating self and others
in this benevolent universe
Joy of devotion to a self-chosen
goal and ecstasy of energy – I am
impervious to ennui of the blasé
I release The Little Alien
Living in my head to lead
in a great adventure of consciousness
character overcoming challenges
discovering glorious sensations
Sensation of being deliciously alive
an experience I will not exchange
for all the riches under the sun!
poem by Margaret Alice
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Have no illusions
Have no illusions –
Life is challenging
Have no illusions –
Marriage is not easy
Have no illusions –
Sometimes you’ll question
Have no illusions –
You will find fault
Have no illusions –
This is marriage
Have no illusions –
You will work it out
Have no illusions –
Hardship brings strength
Have no illusions –
You are each other’s rock
Have no illusions –
Love will endure.
poem by Melanie James
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An Idea
An Idea can change the world, how many
things can be done from an idea, every piece
of object was an idea, sense the beginning of
time idea was the first thought created in the
mind, an idea is what surround’s every being.
But an idea is still only an idea and it can't be
felt, you cannot touch an idea or kiss it, or hold it,
ideas do not bleed or feel pain or love, an idea
cannot be seen or heard, its created in our thoughts,
but then again an idea can become real. An idea
can be what ever you which it to be, an idea can
be destructive, an idea can be brilliant, I've seen
people get killed in the name of ideas, ideas,
we walk around with a little
light bulb blinking in our thoughts, ideas.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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The color of the dream
dreams are made of color, according to one own perception
and experience, neither each dream are just a simple one,
nay, it is only a fruit of illusion or a product of hallucination,
but the fact remain, that it is always a part our life
in dream, our imagination creates, the things that we want too,
the impossible becomes a reality to grasp, the satisfaction, that
brings and leads us to achieve the things we dream off, it is
the end where our commitment begins
so real, that each parts of the body move, to concretize, what we
aim for in life, it might be impossible but the minds that initiate,
has made everything making the best of it, possible to exist,
a fulfillment that the body, the soul has come to join in force, to
satisfy the illusion of the mind
in our life, all are just started in dream, the future of our existence,
are pattern in this kind of imagination, a concept, a notion that
comes to being, a creation of God, that until today the fulfillment
has yet to come, when everything will be done in his own purpose
and destiny
we will never be perfected our dream until we give meaning of
what we share, we lend, we take, and live, each of us has to
make our dream, according to what is pleasing in our sight, it
is a call to paint our work for this end product of beauty will brings
us to the creation of the one who give and thought our eyes to
create our own dream ,
our being, is the most perfect ingredients in the color of our dream
for in every drops of stroke of brush, the elements of harmony,
create, the beauty of our existence in this wonderful universe, making
the creation prefect, a fulfillment of the promise of God
dream as you wish, live as you create, paint it with different color,
for only in painting your life will shined, and emulate other to light
the true meaning of the wonder of creation of life
' be an ingredients of color for others to dream '
poem by Antonio Liao
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Dreams And Visions
Dreams;
Facts that keep flying away
From the paths of reality
Into the driveways of insanity
And there, they mock humanity
That pursues them for eternity
Then they lead us into depravity
But dreams are birds that flee from reality
Visions;
The strings that hold the future
And hang around in the paths of reality
Neither illusions nor misconceptions
Vision if fate in a nutshell
That holds our destiny transparent
And reveals all the current
That makes the energy of life.
Dreams fly, Visions stand the test of time
poem by Timothy muggaga
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Beautiful Principles
We are poor examples of the beautiful
principles of life - physical manifestation
always falls short, yet the wonder of the
concept behind the attempt to illustrate
the idea is never diminished in any way
The dream remains intact and there will
forever be another chance to do it better,
therefore, never bewail failure, knowing
that the very next concretisation will
already be an improvement
A never-ending spiral evolution continuing
ad infinitum, the joy of new beginnings will
always be as beautiful and fresh as a new
bloom, as full as promise as a baby just
born – symbolism redeems everything
That has ever been…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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The Place Of Reward
There is a very special place
that's beyond time and space
where our soul longs to be
which is unlike this duality.
There is a place behind our dreams
definitely free of illusions it seems
that we are all hardly aware of now
to which we are heading somehow.
It's a haven of peace where
it is also very blissful there.
A sublime place beyond imagination,
the underlying reality of any situation.
There is a path that leads to it
on which all who travel benefit
who with a gentle guiding hand
can be sure of reaching that land.
It is even for those who don't believe
because they have as yet to conceive
with their mind steady in concentration
that object visualized in contemplation.
It's a little known realm of possibility
and for those who attain an actuality
in which all our dreams come true
but is only realized by a very few.
It therefore does exists within us all
what we have to do is heed the call
of that voice heard within our heart
and act on the wisdom it does impart.
There are some simple things each one must do
that have been overlooked so long by many who
have most of their lives repeatedly only ignored
those words which guarantee them The Reward.
poem by George Krokos
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Continuing...............
Limitations are not for people for whom life is a continuing quest.
Boundaries are not for people for whom life is a continuing exploration.
Destinations are not for people for whom life is a continuing journey.
Harbours are not for people for whom life is a continuing sail.
Accomplishments are not for people for whom life is a continuing
Leisure is not for those who are always indulged in work.
poem by Meetika Srivastava
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Promoted and Religiously Defended
The look and feel of it...
Are illusions.
Those participating in exchange,
Are illusions.
Even the illusions themselves,
Can be concluded to be exclusively...
Illusions.
With or without perceptions needed.
And yet...
God is the exception of this conception.
And He, She or It,
Can not be seen at all.
Although we remain devoted.
To keep what isn't real in our lives,
Promoted and religiously defended.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Infinite Consciousness
Perception of solidity
is the brain’s interpretation of
various frequencies
Received as biochemical and
electrical signals from the
physical senses
Which the mind weaves into
the beautiful illusions of
reality
Consciousness energy creates the
universe by projecting through
the interference patterns of
waves of energy
We and all we perceive are manifestations
of the consciousness which created
this - our universe
In fact, we ARE this consciousness that always is,
that is never gained or lost, that only changes form
We are part of Infinite Consciousness while
physical form is just a receptacle, particles
which began as infinite possibilities in the
wave-interference-pattern
When conscious energy is applied like light
shining on a three-dimensional holographic
image, the particles become fixed in time
and space to create the illusion which
we call The Universe
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Particle Wave Reality (Revised)
Solidity is perception of electric
biochemical signals, frequencies
received by physical senses, the
mind weaves these into realities
as beautiful illusions
Energy of consciousness creates
the Universe - projecting through
interference patterns of random
energy-waves
We and all that we perceive, are
manifesting the Consciousness
which created this Universe; we
are Consciousness that always
is, never gained or lost, only
changing form
We are Infinite Consciousness
held in receptacle particles that
began as endless possibilities
formed by patterns in wave-
interference-patterns
We apply conscious energy like a
shining light on holographic three-
dimensional images to fix particles
in time and space and thus create
our illusionary Universe
[Summary of article on the Internet:
http: //www.bibliotecapleyades.net/
ciencia/ciencia_ quantum09.htm]
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Solid ity is the brain’s perception of
biochemical and electrical signal
frequencies received by our physical
senses – which the mind weaves
beautifully into illusions of reality
It is energy of consciousness which
creates The Universe, projecting
through interference patterns of
random energy-waves
We, and all we perceive, are the
manifestations of consciousness
which created this – our Universe;
we ARE in fact consciousness that
always is, is never gained or lost,
that only changes form
We’re part of Infinite Consciousness
while physical form is a receptacle,
particles which began as infinite
possibilities in wave-interference-patterns
When conscious energy is applied
like shining light on a three-dimensional
holographic image, the particles become
fixed in time and space to create the
illusion which we call The Universe
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Existing As Ideals
Dreams need no corporeality, a
dream fulfilled becomes one-
dimensional reality without
power to draw desire and
passion through us
I love dreams as ideas, romance
as mirage, an image in the mind:
therein lies its power, a vision to
be filed for later use when it fails
to entice
Materialisation shrinks infinite
dimensions of enchanting
vision, I cherish dreams
until threadbare,
I love
Ethereal ideals as Quixotic
schemes fighting windmills:
idea reigns supreme, reality
is but weak reflection of
grand ideals
Lamenting impossibility of love
means we miss the joy of
illusion and dreams
inspirational only
if unexplained
We live life in little routines
while existing as ideals
within a holographic
universe…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Entertaining illusions
Entertaining illusions
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Sleep deprived I twist and turn
While thoughts play upon my heart
Like a string quartet in symphony
Playing me into the night I follow
Picturing and hearing new sensations
Which burn my skin unbound with desire
I am at a loss to understand or comprehend
These landscape pictures I now witness
Into the night and the dark about me
I stare intent and transfixed
Upon the portrait of imagination
I now hear whispers talk of dreams
As though a madness has descended
I am sleepless and alive with thought
Almost controlling my dreams at a touch
Yet still only paying witness to them
I am here alone amid a silence
While wind howls beyond the window
And inside blinded by the night
I lay awake entertaining illusions
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Our Lord Is The Ultimate Artist
There's Da Vinci, Dali and Picasso,
They were truly a breed apart,
Either designing or painting on canvas,
Their creations are real works of art.
We had Eddison, Enstein and John Logie Baird,
Their ideas are still with us today,
Everything they achieved is still with us,
They were artists in their own way.
They say Columbus discovered America,
That's a statement which is quite unfair,
When he finally stepped foot on this great land,
There were people already there.
All life on Earth has been gifted with skills,
From the plants to the fish in the seas,
Everything alive has a reason to live,
From human beings to the rain forest trees.
Just look at the wonderful diversity of life,
This was never created by chance,
We insult the creator of life itself,
By continuing this ludicrous stance.
Every living thing on this Earth
Was put here by God for good reasons,
If we lose sight of the fact that God does exist,
We may not see any future seasons.
Life forms are too numerous to mention,
But one thing we must never forget,
Is the reason we were given the gift of life,
If we do it's a decision we'll regret.
If we look at the talents we've been given,
Our creator must have been shrewd,
He gave us the ability to know right from wrong,
We can judge the bad from the good.
Science tries to tell us otherwise,
Yet their origin of life is unknown,
Their ideas change from day to day,
Until another of their theories is blown.
The creator of our wonderful universe,
Is the one we should all applaud,
All the artists and the inventors,
were given their gifts by God.
To create this wondrous environment,
Would have taken the one who is smartest,
Remember his name lest you forget,
'' Our Lord Is The Ultimate Artist ''
Expected Acceptance
Refinancing dreams, illusions and schemes,
To keep delusions afloat...
Has cost them their visions of luxury,
To visit them with traumatic truths!
Existing to thrive on good credit and loans...
Is slowing ripping apart an economy that groans.
With no ending to the moans heard,
From those still faithful of a resurgence.
And a return of self-servance.
Lifelines are frayed!
Are wearing on the nerves of those afraid.
A monoply of fear is losing its fan base.
Its use to produce a threatened standard of life...
Begins to tatter the stars and stripes,
With the reality of corrupted treason...
Seasoned by deceit.
And exposed as common news,
On gossiped streets.
Refinancing dreams, illusions and schemes,
To keep delusions afloat...
Has cost them their visions of luxury,
To visit them with traumatic truths!
And pursued are the doers...
Found attempting to patch the cracks,
Upon their own established foundations.
With promises of changes to correct!
Effective changes,
For a system crumbling from selfishness...
And neglect!
Molded to bleed and fed on myths...
How can this be done?
Who will implement them?
Since such devastation,
Has already begun...
In the minds of everyone!
Who will implement them?
Or recognize them when they do come,
To be defined for those...
Born to feed a greed state of mind!
How can one be led away...
From what has been known all this time.
And lived to be worshipped,
In a conformed restricting consciousness.
Who will implement this...
Expected acceptance!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Idle thoughts
Chaos ruled the nothingness.
Only potentiality
existed in the timelessness
The universe was yet to be.
We cannot know the primal cause
which overcame the entropy.
Forced it to take a different course.
It must remain a mystery.
From nothing came reality
A fully orchestrated plan
Which could not happen possibly.
So says the finite mind of man.
So we build up hypotheses
and legends trying to explain
Rejecting others theories
Though there is nothing we can gain.
Arguments based on ignorance
are bandied freely to and fro.
If we found the truth by chance
it’s probable we would not know.
We know the universe exists.
We can’t deny the evidence
and yet the legends still persist
Though logically they make no sense.
Did God create the universe
and if so who created God
I do not wish to seem perverse
but I confess I find it odd.
Why is that mankind pursues
this useless quest obsessively.
I think the questions too abstruse
For us to view objectively.
I just accept the way things are
Which seems the wisest course to me
and hasn’t troubled me so far
But then perhaps I’m just lazy.
25/07/2009
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Unreal Reality
All that i see, seems so unreal to me,
Is it the truth or is it only fantasy,
Is it a dream or is it unreal reality?
All around me is such unreality,
Optical illusions as far as my eyes can see,
Is the whole thing a fake, or the ultimate reality?
That house is so big that it reaches right up to the clouds
It's got hundreds of windows, so the people inside can look out,
And they look down below and wonder what it's all about.
Look at that lady she got silver all over her face,
Is she a human being or a creature from outer space,
Is she authentic or phoney, i guess it's just a matter of taste.
Oh because they can feel it, it's gotta be the real thing,
Because they can touch it, it's gotta be reality.
If they say it's real, it's gotta be the real thing.
See that fella, looking all spick and span,
Is he a tailor's dummy or is he a real man,
Is he genuine, or straight off the assembly line.
All round me is such unreality,
Optical illusions as far as my eyes can see,
Is the whole thing a fake or the ultimate reality?
Is it a dream, or is it the real reality?
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Heat Of Feelings - Life's Vertices (Revised)
Life becomes senseless without dreams - the one
thing left, testing ideals by doing the opposite,
discovering alternatives that do not work, breaking
every rule to determine meaning
Pain for long-term gain is the only way to live happily;
humanity the sole religious authority whose embedded
ideals are fine as long as we're not forced to follow
teachings - I dream about miracles, read how
Quantum physics explains all forms of spiritualism,
how consciousness creates physical phenomena
supposedly only perceived, how a wise mind can
present inherently beautiful ideas conceptually
Cynicism kills optimism by abstract abhorrence; life's
value rides upon rays of insight colouring the world
with tinctures of feelings and emotions, created
intrigues, but won't change inner traits
Musing as I climb life's vertices, falling into ravines of
self-pity and failed self-esteem, trapped in the doldrums
of hum-drum routines eating my brain-circuits - only a
variety of constructed, carefully protected ideals
to keep me going….
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Heat of Feelings
One thing left: the ideal tested by doing the
opposite, discovering alternative does not
work, breaking every rule to determine
meaning - life becomes senseless
without dreams
Sacrifice for long-term gain the only way to live
happily, humanity is the only religious authority
I love the ideals embedded therein as long as
we are not forced to follow their teaching, I
dream about
Miracles, read how quantum physics explains all
forms of spiritualism, how consciousness creates
physical phenomena supposedly only perceived,
a wise mind presents inherently beautiful ideas
wonderfully
A cynic destroys idealism by employing abhorrent
concepts; life's value depends upon light of insight
colouring the world with the heat of feelings and
emotions create intrigues but can't change
inner traits
Musing as I climb life's steep mountain, falling into
ravines of self-pity and fears of no self-esteem,
caught in the doldrums caused by never-ending
hum-drum routines which sabotage all my
brain-circuits
Only a variety of constructed, carefully protected
ideals to keep me going…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Peace has to be created, in order to be maintained. It is the product of Faith, Strength, Energy, Will, Sympathy, Justice, Imagination, and the triumph of principle. It will never be achieved by passivity and quietism.
quote by Dorothy Thompson
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Culmination of Visions
Romanticism dreamt is disenchantment
and death, a problem countered by realism,
left-brain thinking enriches us immensely,
combined with right-brain intuition we are
moreso free than ancient people as we
access their wisdom
Story, ideal and dream enriches life,
improves relationships, imbues reality
with symbols, deeper meaning, every
escapist fantasy thickens reality into
a multidimensional tapestry; this is
why you are my friend, though cynical
you never scare me
Offering understanding never thought
possible, fantasy pales in comparison
yet enabled me to accept a fairytale in
my life: you created a safe channel by
which I can relate to the most admired
author and poet I know; the most gifted
realistic person brought about
a culmination of visions, Danke
(The discovery that reality is better than dreams
made me very happy. The realisation that dreams,
ideals and fantasies are helpful by enabling me to
SEE the positive aspects of reality, contributes
to this happiness.)
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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