The mind revealed
and wouldn't it be weird
if we could click on our name page
and see - our mind!
spread out in all its random,
untidy, crossed-out, raggedy,
contradictory, half-chewed,
etc.
it just doesn't bear
half thinking about
how clever of, let's say,
Providence,
to keep it like it is, invisible; we,
letting it out under supervision,
teeth clean, polished shoes,
opinions prepared
for the lunch-break
and water cooler
and photocopier
and under supervision even more strict,
maximum security,
'association hour', when
it mixes with the lifers,
the condemned,
the emotions,
the instincts;
yes, better keep mind
behind closed doors;
there's only so much space
for the untidy,
savage,
so busy,
inconsequential,
vulnerable,
rutted,
God-given so they say
mind.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Half A Mind
Sometimes I wish we had a short term memory just enough to recognize each others face
It would be the same old stories but youre hanging onto every single word I have to say
And to the world Im not that clever but you would stay with me forever
Id keep your friends from reminding, reminding you to
Save yourself, leave me behind you would if you had half a mind
Id tell you every days your birthday and every gift I bring could be the same
Or how I stood beside you at a shotgun wedding and the child we once would love but never came
Hearing stories that were never you would stay with me forever
But Id forget to make money and youd forget to
Save yourself, leave me behind you would if you had half a mind (how vulnerable you are)
Write a note to remind you you would if you had half a mind (how effortless to stay together)
For these ties you may have severed now youll stay with me forever
And so you write on your forehead, or better yet you engrave
So when you look in the mirror, well you wont forget to
Save yourself, leave me behind you would if you had half a mind (how vulnerable you are)
Write a note to remind you you would if you had half a mind (how effortless to stay together)
If we had no memory whatsoever we would stay right here forever
song performed by by Verve Pipe
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Half The World
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
Half the world hates
What half the world does every day
Half the world waits
While half gets on with it anyway
Half the world lives
Half the world makes
Half the world gives
While the other half takes
Half the world is
Half the world was
Half the world thinks
While the other half does
Half the world talks
With half a mind on what they say
Half the world walks
With half a mind to run away
Half the world lies
Half the world learns
Half the world flies
As half the world turns
Half the world cries
Half the world laughs
Half the world tries
To be the other half
Half of us divided like a torn-up photograph half of us are
Trying to reach the other half
Half the world cares
While half the world is wasting the day
Half the world shares
While half the world is stealing away
song performed by by Rush
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A glimpse
a glimpse
the half opened door
some would say
a half closed door
it all depends on the
state of mind you are in
well half closed for pessismist
and half opened for optimist
half opened or half closed door
so long as it is open
and not close
a good exercise for the mind
of a story teller, novelist, a film maker
a glimpse at the half closed door
the mind is thrown open
like the kick you would give
a half opened door
so that you and pet cat could
glide through easily
the stories that start coming out
from a glimpse at the half opened door
agatha's murdered corpse lying behind
a stalker, a ghost in the corridor of the mind
from the glimpse of the half closed door
a million possibilities, ideas pouring forth
half closed door, half opened door
whichever way you may say
it is an opened door
a million stories, ideas, possibilities
knock at the door of my mind
a glimpse of the half closed, half opened door
my half closed half opened eyes
open themselves to my ever curious mind
boundless as the universe
inspired by
A Glimpse
A GLIMPSE, through an interstice caught,
Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room, around the stove,
late of a winter night-And I unremark'd seated in a corner;
Of a youth who loves me, and whom I love, silently approaching, and
seating himself near, that he may hold me by the hand;
A long while, amid the noises of coming and going-of drinking and
oath and smutty jest,
There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little,
perhaps not a word.
Walt Whitman
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Judging Me
Isn't it funny, how you judge me?
You look at my hair and say I'm crazy
It is woolly and you call it kinky
Who cares what you think?
Judge yourself not me.
Isn't it funny, what you say about me?
You look at my clothes and say it's raggedy
It's patchy and you call it untidy.
But, that's good enough for me.
Please yourself not me.
Isn't it funny, how you think about me?
You look at my skin and think it's dirty.
I'm a farmer and I deal with dirt
Really! That does not hurt.
I live for me and not for you.
Isn't it funny, how you feel about me?
You look at me and think I'm a thief.
I till the soil so that we can eat.
I please myself and no one else.
Isn't it funny, the opinion you have about me?
You smell my sweat and say yak!
I work in the rain and get dirt and stains.
I ‘m an honest man, this you must understand.
Isn't it funny what the people talk about me?
I'm crazy, raggedy, dirty, yaky, a thief and untidy
It's too bad you don't know me
The good thing is, I am me.
poem by C. Albert Andrews
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A day I wish
That day when my eyes open,
I rush for everything,
Finishing quickly,
Things disarranged,
Dress untidy,
Teeth un-brushed,
Shoes not sparkling,
Words going west,
When east can be best
Emotions unrest,
Looking every moment,
Nothing but the wall clock,
Thinking all the way,
Someone waiting,
Waiting with a red rose,
Smile on her cheeks,
In a garden of Lilies,
I arrive and sit next to you…
poem by Jahan zaib
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Looking Dark
As the tree covered by his own bark,
The truest and invisible site of our character is 'dark'.
It also covers our life; more than light,
It remains with us even in bright; as shadow,
If it is not there than the life becomes a room without any door and window.
Born in dark, sleep in dark and
Death in dark; emotions also comes in dark......
That's true, we get the techniques to be sharp; only in dark.
What is dark?
It is the most hard mark of life,
Of its own type, and never get removed instead we sacrifice our life,
Because it is not worst or bad but it is the shed which always keep our self out from the worst,
Unless we become lost...
In this untidy world.
Dark has many kinds, it is what?
Answer revolves around the human's mind.
If it is dirty, on one could clean it.
Or if it is clean, everyone could seen; this dream.
Because when the dark becomes visible....
Than human its self got the power of double.....
So please try to see your own dark......
poem by Prateek Khard
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Poison In The Well
[ music: dennis drew/words: natalie merchant ]
Tell me whats gone wrong.
I tilt my head there, under the faucet, but when I turn it on -- dry as paper.
Call the neighbors.
Whos to blame for whats going on?
In the dark without a clue Im just the same as you.
O, they tell us theres poison in the well,
That someones been a bit untidy and theres been a small spill.
Not a lot, no, just a drop.
But there you are mistaken, you know you are.
I wonder just how long they knew our well was poisoned but they let us just drink on.
O, they tell us theres poison in the well,
That someones been a bit untidy and theres been a small spill.
All that it amounts to is a tear in a salted sea.
Someones been a bit untidy, theyll have it cleaned up in a week.
But the week is over and now its grown into years since I was told that I should be calm, theres nothing to fear here.
But I drank that water for years, my wife and my children.
Tell me, where to now, if your fight for a bearable life can be fought and lost in you backyard?
O, dont tell us theres poison in the well,
That someones been a bit untidy, that theres been a small spill.
All that it amounts to is a tear in a salted sea.
Someones been a bit untidy, theyll have it cleaned up in a week.
song performed by by 10000 Maniacs
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Closed Doors Of The Mind
No one knows what goes on behind
the closed doors of the mind.
Thoughts that sometimes inspire
the deeds that transpires.
Many have tried to find the key
to unlock the secrets that are enclosed within,
buried deep behind
the closed doors of the mind.
The lust and deprivation
that sometimes conspire
to be set free
or the eternal love of life
that can rise to the fore.
Both are hidden in the crevasses
behind the closed doors of our mind.
15 July 2009
poem by David Harris
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The [Interstate Commerce] commission, as its functions have now been limited by the courts is, or can be made, of great use to the railroads. It satisfies the public clamor for a government supervision of railroads, at the same time that that supervision is almost entirely nominal.
quote by Richard Olney
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Painting dreams...
Gazing at an empty page,
Thoughts and emotions run wild.
A portrait of words come to life,
Like dreams of emotions dancing.
Images of us live on in written words,
Stirring my mind and emotions.
A world of dreams built within the mind,
Forever floating upon the emotions of fantasy...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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The education of the young mind
The education of the young mind
Took place
Behind closed doors
Because that mind -
Initially free -
Had to be
Taught
The value of freedom.
The education of the young mind
Took place
In an open space
Because that mind -
Once closed -
Had to be
Set free
To explore itself.
poem by Peter Stavropoulos
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The Raggedy Man
1 O the Raggedy Man! He works fer Pa;
2 An' he's the goodest man ever you saw!
3 He comes to our house every day,
4 An' waters the horses, an' feeds 'em hay;
5 An' he opens the shed -- an' we all ist laugh
6 When he drives out our little old wobble-ly calf;
7 An' nen -- ef our hired girl says he can --
8 He milks the cow fer 'Lizabuth Ann. --
9 Ain't he a' awful good Raggedy Man?
10 Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy Man!
11 W'y, The Raggedy Man -- he's ist so good,
12 He splits the kindlin' an' chops the wood;
13 An' nen he spades in our garden, too,
14 An' does most things 'at boys can't do. --
15 He clumbed clean up in our big tree
16 An' shooked a' apple down fer me --
17 An' 'nother 'n', too, fer 'Lizabuth Ann --
18 An' 'nother 'n', too, fer The Raggedy Man. --
19 Ain't he a' awful kind Raggedy Man?
20 Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy Man!
21 An' The Raggedy Man one time say he
22 Pick' roast' rambos from a' orchurd-tree,
23 An' et 'em -- all ist roast' an' hot! --
24 An' it's so, too! -- 'cause a corn-crib got
25 Afire one time an' all burn' down
26 On "The Smoot Farm," 'bout four mile from town --
27 On "The Smoot Farm"! Yes -- an' the hired han'
28 'At worked there nen 'uz The Raggedy Man! --
29 Ain't he the beatin'est Raggedy Man?
30 Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy Man!
31 The Raggedy Man's so good an' kind
32 He'll be our "horsey," an' "haw" an' mind
33 Ever'thing 'at you make him do --
34 An' won't run off -- 'less you want him to!
35 I drived him wunst way down our lane
36 An' he got skeered, when it 'menced to rain,
37 An' ist rared up an' squealed and run
38 Purt' nigh away! -- an' it's all in fun!
39 Nen he skeered ag'in at a' old tin can ...
40 Whoa! y' old runaway Raggedy Man!
41 Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy Man!
42 An' The Raggedy Man, he knows most rhymes,
43 An' tells 'em, ef I be good, sometimes:
44 Knows 'bout Giunts, an' Griffuns, an' Elves,
45 An' the Squidgicum-Squees 'at swallers the'rselves:
46 An', wite by the pump in our pasture-lot,
47 He showed me the hole 'at the Wunks is got,
48 'At lives 'way deep in the ground, an' can
49 Turn into me, er 'Lizabuth Ann!
50 Er Ma, er Pa, er The Raggedy Man!
51 Ain't he a funny old Raggedy Man?
52 Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy Man!
53 An' wunst, when The Raggedy Man come late,
54 An' pigs ist root' thue the garden-gate,
55 He 'tend like the pigs 'uz bears an' said,
56 "Old Bear-shooter'll shoot 'em dead!"
57 An' race' an' chase' 'em, an' they'd ist run
58 When he pint his hoe at 'em like it's a gun
59 An' go "Bang! -- Bang!" nen 'tend he stan'
60 An' load up his gun ag'in! Raggedy Man!
61 He's an old Bear-shooter Raggedy Man!
62 Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy Man!
63 An' sometimes The Raggedy Man lets on
64 We're little prince-children, an' old King's gone
65 To git more money, an' lef' us there --
66 And Robbers is ist thick ever'where;
67 An' nen -- ef we all won't cry, fer shore --
68 The Raggedy Man he'll come and "'splore
69 The Castul-halls," an' steal the "gold" --
70 An' steal us, too, an' grab an' hold
71 An' pack us off to his old "Cave"! -- An'
72 Haymow's the "cave" o' The Raggedy Man! --
73 Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy Man!
74 The Raggedy Man -- one time, when he
75 Wuz makin' a little bow-'n'-orry fer me,
76 Says "When you're big like your Pa is,
77 Air you go' to keep a fine store like his --
78 An' be a rich merchunt -- an' wear fine clothes? --
79 Er what air you go' to be, goodness knows?"
80 An' nen he laughed at 'Lizabuth Ann,
81 An' I says "'M go' to be a Raggedy Man! --
82 I'm ist go' to be a nice Raggedy Man!"
83 Raggedy! Raggedy! Raggedy Man!
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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It Is Best to Leave a Love...
Everywhere you go,
I just know...
You are there,
In a 'somewhere' without me...
Thinking.
And in my mind,
I can see you.
Wondering what it is,
I may be going through.
And who may be here,
Near.
And everyone who knows us both...
Show surprise,
We aren't together gazing into each others' eyes.
Wondering what went wrong,
And why...
We now do not get along.
Have you crossed border?
Because you felt you ought to be alone?
Have you put your life in order...
And sorted me out,
To be on your own!
And my heart doesn't matter.
Or the fact my emotions now roam,
Without a place to stay with you...
In a space we shared once called home.
And you care less who I see and what I do?
Everywhere you go,
I just know...
You are there,
In a 'somewhere' without me...
Thinking.
Deeply...
'It is best to leave a love we once knew,
To let go.
Allowed to drift away!
Until it no longer exists.
Regardless of what those wishes are.
Or what others have to say.
I am done with it...
And you! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Heart Of Hearts
I'm in a frame of mind
You wouldn't wanna frame in your mind
See, in my mind
I love you and show you so
But in your mind my love for you has
withered more
The space in time makes you no longer
mine
This space in time takes my all, but
that's fine
Though far from me and all these thorns
If you stay one more day, you'll see the
roses born
Times like these have always been
The pain you bear I've always seen
On days like those I don't seem to be
your kin
Just know I bear my own sin
As the knives they prod your delicate
skin
May God be your life, your king
I will always love you but I am not God
I will sometimes hurt you 'cos I am not
God
But if someday, somehow you see past
the hurt
You will see a picture of you framed
in the hall of love
Known as my heart of hearts.
poem by Jenim Dibie
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Too Much On My Mind
Theres too much on my mind,
Theres too much on my mind,
And I cant sleep at night thinking about it.
Im thinking of the time,
Theres too much on my mind,
It seems theres more to life than just to live it.
Theres too much on my mind,
And there is nothing I can say.
Theres too much on my mind,
And there is nothing I can do
About it,
About it.
My thought just weigh me down,
And drag me to the ground,
And shake my head till theres no more life in me.
Its ruining my brain,
Ill never be the same,
My poor demented mind is slowly going.
Theres too much on my mind,
And there is nothing I can say.
Theres too much on my mind,
And there is nothing I can do
About it,
About it.
Theres too much on my mind.
song performed by by Kinks
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Mind Over Matter
Mind over matter
What's the matter?
It's your assumption
Be responsible for it
If the matter doesn't mind
That's because why should it?
Your mind put it there.
It only really matters to you.
Mind over matter
Mental strength
With this matter in mind
I need to work out
So I am less vulnerable
poem by Stevie Taite
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Television.
Television:
Super Vision,
With or without
Supervision.
Far better than
Superstition
Or even
Intuition.
More than a thousand channels:
Discovery,
History,
Biography, Sci Fi, Sky, Virgin....
See South America,
The Himalayas,
China, Australia
And Timbuctoo.
Just about anything,
You can view.
Wildlife,
Space,
Question Time,
Lost.
An education,
Inspiration;
Opening the mind.
Widening horizons.
A boon to all Mankind.
Television.
poem by Paul Butters
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Good Poets and Bad Poets
Some poets get awards and think they are good poets.
Some poets never get awards and think they are bad poets.
Some poets think they are good poets only in their own mind
Some poets think they are bad poets in somebody's else mind.
Some poets think they are good poets in somebody else mind.
Some poets think others think they are good poets but they don't in their hearts.
Some poets think they are good poets in their hearts but not in anyone else's mind.
All are insecure, except those who get security from the opinions of others and that, alas, doesn't last and isn't real.
Some poets have left the entire scene and live only in their mind.
Some poets take criticism and don't mind.
Some poets avoid criticism and do mind.
Some poets write poetry to get love.
Some poets love to write poetry.
Some poets are ahead of their time, in their mind
Some poets spend a lifetime feeling like failures in their mind
Some poets live only after they die.
Some poets have much to say but can't articulate
Some poets retreat, believing others don't understand
So which one of these am I?
I guess I am all of these and none of these
and no matter what my description
I intend to keep doing what I do:
Write. Right
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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My Mind's Got A Mind Of It's Own
My mind's got a mind of its own
It takes me out a walkin' when I'd rather stay at home
Takes me out to parties when I'd rather be alone
My mind's got a mind of its own
I've been doing things I thought I'd never do
I've been getting into trouble without ever meaning to
I'd as soon settle down but I'm right back up again
I feel just like a leaf out in the wind.
(chorus)
I seem to forget half the things I start
I try to build a house and then I tear the place apart
I freeze myself on fire and then I burn myself on ice
I can't count to one without thinking twice
(chorus)
I tell myself to do the things I should
And then I get to thinkin' that them things ain't any good.
I tell myself the truth but know I'm lying like a snake
You can't walk on water at the bottom of a lake.
song performed by by Phish
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My Mind
there is so much i want to say
but my mind gets in the way
i want to tell u how much i care
but my mind won't let me share
beeing with you seems like a dream
but my mind gets in between
beside you is where i want to be
but again my mind wont let me
i want to hold you trough the night
but my mind fights with all it's might
i want our love to be forever
but my mind is mean and clever
and prevents me from what i want to say
by taking my true and only voice away
therefore i will never be able to say
what i truly wanted to say on this day
because my mind keeps blocking me....all the way
poem by Paddy Jansen
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