There's A Tiny Brook Of Mind / Postoji Sicusni Potok Uma
mistaken for a huge stream of consciousness
it water falls within a foam of a complex concept
sells on a watchability scale
dressed in a 'theoria'
pogresno shvacen kao tok svijesti
on vodo pada u pjeni kompleks koncepta
prodaje se na skali gledanosti obucen u 'teoriju'
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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An Omnipotent Omnipresent Omniscient God
no human being
can understand
what an omnipotent
omnipresent
omniscient
God is or can
do on a cosmic
scale or atomic
scale only God
can know
how any
individual
will act
in response
to conditions
of extreme
stress
hardships
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
The original draft stream of consciousness source of this poem is ‘What Their Faith Will Prove To Be? : Stream Of Consciousness’.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Double Slit
Humor
humor and soup
and philosophy
and dreams of artificial splendor -
a thick, black turd
floating in the punchbowl
of life's
over inflated
expectations
a stream
a stream of thought
a stream of consciousness
does consciousness stream?
perhaps
but
I hear tell
that it moves
both as a particle
and a wave
©MMVI Derek R. Audette
poem by Derek R. Audette
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Water Mill
That small narrow meandering path
In the lush green fields
Moving with the stream
Over the precipice
With a gush
The water falls
On the blades which rotate
At speeds
Invisible which makes
To rotate the huge circular rock
Tons in weight
To grind the crop.
poem by Sanjay Mehta
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Who falls in the water will hold on to the foam to save himself.
I have a huge ego and a huge inferiority complex at the same time.
quote by Barry Gibb
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Fish And Shadow
The salmon-trout drifts in the stream,
The soul of the salmon-trout floats over the stream
Like a little wafer of light.
The salmon moves in the sun-shot, bright shallow sea. . . .
As light as the shadow of the fish
that falls through the water,
She came into the large room by the stair,
Yawning a little she came with the sleep still upon her.
'I am just from bed. The sleep is still in my eyes.
'Come. I have had a long dream.'
And I: That wood?
'And two springs have passed us.'
'Not so far, no, not so far now,
There is a place but no one else knows it
A field in a valley . . .
Qu'ieu sui avinen,
Ieu lo sai,'
She must speak of the time
Of Arnaut de Mareuil, I thought, 'qu'ieu sui avinen.’
Light as the shadow of the fish
That falls through the pale green water.
poem by Ezra Pound
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What Their Faith Will Prove To Be? Stream Of Consciousness
we all lack knowledge of God I have no idea what your knowledge of God
is aspects of God's personality are described in the Bible but no human being can understand what an omniscient omnipotent omnipresent God is or can do on a cosmic scale or atomic scale only God can know how any individual
will act in response to conditions of extreme stress and what their faith will prove to be in such situations this is self explanatory therefore why do you interpret personally? personality infused with holy spirit seeks no arguments
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Original draft stream of consciousness version of ‘What Their Faith Will Prove To Be? ’. March 12 at 2: 52pm
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A Stream
there is a certain stream that all of us
would like to swim
where we are like children
following no other person's command
it is not a stream of water
that makes us wet and shiver
and make us think about some
kind of thirsts and satiation
it is something that we must not
cross lest we find ourselves in another
world and leave everyone
everything as they are and we
do not want it
we are scared we hesitate
to throw our feet in there
but then there is no choice
the nights, the lonely nights
take us all there
this is the stream of consciousness
that we all have
we think and love and speak in silence
in the light of our hearts
we travel inward, we hope we
truly become ourselves
invented, reinvented over and over again
to see our real faces
we simply float in there
we flow and we can never stop
gladly beyond as he calls it.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Everything Falls Into Place
I know what you're thinking
It's all got to go
At times driven along by the meaning
I need colours me to fade
Everything falls into place
Everything falls in to favour
Everything falls into place
And then we all go mad
and throw it away
We all go mad and throw it away
I see what you're doing'
Makes sense after all
my hearts telling me I'm not mistaken
It feels better than I can believe
Everything falls into place
Everything falls into favour
everything falls into place
And then we all go mad and throw it away
We all go mad and throw it away
We all go mad and we throw it away
I said we all go mad and throw it away
song performed by by Sophie Ellis Bextor from Read My Lips
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Water or wine?
Let me call you a situation
You came in to tell me
Things happen oh dear
As you were unbuttoning your coat
And taking off your boots
As we sat face to face
Tv screens turned off and on
In a dizzy roomful presence
Amidst the white noise of your closing eyes
Let me call you a situation
You came in to tell me
The subjects escaped your vision
In a politically incorrect manner
Via blasphemy and election pamphlets
Torn off the street posts
As we sat face to face
Tv screens alarms beeped the choices
Of ready made designs
Let me call you a situation
And cast you broad
The way you bargain pain
On the watchability scale
No, I cannot sit and forget
Even though there are some things
I do not remember you know
As we sat face to face
What were we drinking
While the streets were falling apart
Was it water or wine
©Miroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Ghetto Dressed
Ghetto dressed...
Is still the same mess,
Ghetto dressed.
It may not be politically correct,
To address this publicly.
Or expect this confessed.
But some who lack a certain finesse...
With social graces limited at best.
May acquire an appearance,
That might impress.
However...
If there is no consciousness,
That understands there is more to success...
Than 'things' one possesses.
Ghetto dressed...
Is still the same mess,
Ghetto dressed.
And 'if' left unaddressed...
It will never progress,
To heights of one's accepted satisfaction.
That's just the way it is,
Without polish, sacrifice and a few tears!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Peace Sells... But Who's Buying? (live)
What do you mean, "I don't believe in God"?
I talk to him every day.
What do you mean, "I don't support your system"?
I go to court when I have to.
What do you mean, "I can't get to work on time"?
I got nothing better to do
And, what do you mean, "I don't pay my bills"?
Why do you think I'm broke? Huh?
If there's a new way,
I'll be the first in line.
But, it better work this time.
What do you mean, "I hurt your feelings"?
I didn't know you had any feelings.
What do you mean, "I ain't kind"?
I'm just not your kind.
What do you mean, "I couldn't be president,
Of the United States of America"?
Tell me something, it's still "We the people", right?
If there's a new way
I'll be the first in line,
But, it better work this time.
Can you put a price on peace?
Peace,
Peace sells...,
Peace,
Peace sells...,
Peace sells...,but who's buying?
Peace sells...,but who's buying?
Peace sells...,but who's buying?
Peace sells...,but who's buying?
No, peace sells
song performed by by Megadeth
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Chi dirige I concerti?
For how many years I have directed concerts
of insight, ideal, of a sleep that kindly applies,
a white sun awakes in an even music concept,
shadow of myself to wonder on my soul's incise?
A memory stream, an odd decoy is convening,
invites a one-dimensional call of my destiny,
an allusion the falls cloudy drops ascending,
a forced stream simmers, my blood flows veiny.
A monody morning awakens the cypress trees,
my village that has no inhabitants to gather,
without smoke the hearths, of distant bliss,
the foliage dithers as my concerts tunes alter..
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Subterranean for M lady Deana
Cascades of crystal water flow
into the waiting pool below.
The force and power of the descent
Renders the water turbulent.
Although hemmed in by rocky walls,
the pool beneath the water falls
is never known to overflow.
I wonder where the waters go.
Far, far away a river flows.
I have been told by one who knows.
Its source is that same rocky pool
which send its waters clear and cool
By secret streams deep underground
to where an exit can be found
A pathway to the world outside
to form a river deep and wide.
Close by its brink I sit and think
as shy wild creatures come to drink.
His explanation could be true
a train of thought which I pursue.
At last I find I must accept
this rather startling new concept
Which solves for me a mystery
I need no longer wonder why.
That distant pool won’t overflow
it has some outlet down below.
Which sets the pent up waters free
to run swiftly and secretly.
Through passages unknown to men
until it can emerge again.
Into the light where it can be
a broad stream dreaming placidly.
20-Nov-07
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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When You See Water
When you see water in a stream
you say: oh, this is stream
water;
When you see water in the river
you say: oh, this is water
of the river;
When you see ocean
water
you say: This is the ocean's
water!
But actually water is always
only itself
and does not belong
to any of these containers
though it creates them.
And so it is with you.
poem by Alice Walker
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Simplistic Solutions: Sexual Discrimination Sells
Advertisement companies use sex
(unisex maximizes
gender hormonal appeals)
because sex sells sells sells baby.
Such sweeping statements
are compelling indictments
against civilized society
(supposedly male dominated
but at the lower end of the scale
that’s not a bowl of cherries either baby
- like get real poor men suffer ladies)
and cannot be struck legitimately
from decades past sexual
discrimination extant public records.
People who indiscriminately hate
(their frustrated gendered
class bound inequality position)
need someone else to blame
(for failure or lack of ultimate
effort applied
to all attempts
made in hopes
of attaining success.)
Wrongs individually committed
(by gender / class / race)
are often erroneously judged
(indicted indignantly)
ranted against
an entire gender class
race inappropriately.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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They'll all be gone
both the twilight thorns
and good flowers of dawn
torn apart dressed
and millstoned water
dripping through my hands
fate contained in traces
of a large scale manslaughter
sprinkling all the lands
it'll be gone as well
alongside the last of hours
when a single moment can tell
life from birth that death devours
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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If we notice a few errors in the work of a proven master, we may and even will often be correct; if we believe, however, that he is completely and utterly mistaken, we are in danger of missing his entire concept.
quote by Franz Grillparzer
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A hippo at dawn
The cracking branches as it rushed in
had a shocking kind of thunder to them
and where it entered the swollen river
I heard the rushing water splashing
and at that breaking of day
the scene was something primitive
as if from the very beginning of mankind
while that huge animal lingered with gaping jaws,
jaws that could open wide enough
to snap the small rowing boat in two
in which I was crossing the stream
while like in a kind of dream
everything was happening very slowly
before suddenly the water boiled
as in great might it turned away,
and the water swallowed it.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Peace Sells
What do you mean, I dont believe in god?
I talk to him every day.
What do you mean, I dont support your system?
I go to court when I have to.
What do you mean, I cant get to work on time?
I got nothing better to do
And, what do you mean, I dont pay my bills?
Why do you think Im broke? huh?
Chorus
If theres a new way,
Ill be the first in line.
But, it better work this time.
What do you mean, I hurt your feelings?
I didnt know you had any feelings.
What do you mean, I aint kind?
Im just not your kind.
What do you mean, I couldnt be president, of the united states of america?
Tell me something, its still we the people, right?
Chorus (repeat)
If theres a new way Ill be the first in line, but, it better work this time. can you put a price on peace?
Peace,
Peace sells...,
Peace,
Peace sells...,
Peace sells...,but whos buying?
Peace sells...,but whos buying?
Peace sells...,but whos buying?
Peace sells...,but whos buying?
No, peace sells...
song performed by by Megadeth
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