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 Thinker
How long are my thoughts alive?
Only until they move on.For new ones enter my mind each day
and the old ones are gone.
The simpler the thought,
the longer the stay.
Complex thinking is not for me.
I simply push it away.
I wake up sleepy
with eyes still closed
but my mind comes alive with thought
and then I am exposed
to multiple thoughts that surface again
and I've not even started my day.
Sometimes I wish to be thought-free
but I know that's not my way.
For thinkers are edgy, never complete
until a thought's on their mind.
And so I've learned to accept these things
and let them slowly unwind.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Thought is the original source of all wealth, all success, all material gain, all great discoveries and inventions, and of all achievement.
quote by Claude M. Bristol
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Many highly intelligent people are poor thinkers. Many people of average intelligence are skilled thinkers. The power of a car is separate from the way the car is driven.
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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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Very Last Thought
What is the very last thought
that will cross my mind?
Drawing last breath, that thought
not anyone will find.
I'll take it with me
and let it inspire me
to keep me soaring high,
higher than the deep blue sky.
The thought alone is filled with love.
It will not break apart.
It will escape the body I leave behind
and seek a brand new start.
That thought will find its way
and travel to where you'll be
and when it finds its dsetination
that thought will become me.
The question in my last thought
will most probably be
whether or not you'll recognize
that the thought contains me?
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Big Brother
Open Up Your Mind And Let Some Thought Inside Open Up Your Mind As They All
Survey 4 Out Of 5 And They All Survey 4 Out Of 5 And They All Survey Open Up
Your Mind And Let Some Thought Inside Open Up Your Mind As They All Survey
And In This Time Of Free Thought It'd Be A Shame To Let It Rot Open Up Your
Mind As They All Survey When You're All Alone You'll Never Wanna Know Open Up
Your Mind As They All Survey 4 Out Of 5 And They All Survey You Gotta Let
Some Thought Inside As They All Survey Caught Between The Parallels Of Life
And Death And Compromises Fill The Hours With New Vices Voices Screaming Time
Is Numb Single File Come And Follow Choosing Futures From Brochures Changing
Channels No Opinion Losing Track Which Way Is Up Use Your Head For What It's
There For Though Not One In The Same Receptive Minds Co-operate Do Not
Dissect The Human Race Make One United Higher Plain And In This Time Of Free
Thought It'd Be A Shame To Let It Rot Open Up Your Mind And Let Some Thought
Inside Use Your Head
song performed by by Mushroomhead from Superbuick
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Snowy Season
Snow is a sentence of feeling,
It is language of mighty thought
And the thinkers have much demand
For the snow to indent the window
Of their chiming lone tongue.
So they speak to the God of Snow?
No, the Sun-God is the worst to call.
He shall murder and madden as much
As mercy is not shown. His plumber
Has goings-on in the window
With a cleaning instrument.
poem by Naveed Akram
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By the Wise
Guesses are made perfectly by the wise,
Intrepid adventurers cancel our life
For though thinkers are also thought of,
My guess is also the same perfection.
Guests of some knowledge are bedded in these chambers,
Within those familiar works are the church relics;
We thought and thought over the real church,
Bent on thinking wisely like the guesses of perfection.
Churches stand tall for daily consumption,
Opening their gates once a day, once a night,
Their relief is staggering on the soul,
As you might pray and sleep with the right thoughts.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Philosophers write for professors; thinkers for writers.
quote by Emile M. Cioran
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It is important to remember that some of the most serious thinkers once thought that democracy was not compatible with the cultures of Germany, Italy, Japan, Latin America and Russia.
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Slow thinkers are part of the game too. Some of these slow thinkers can hit a ball a long way.
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For More Leaves
Why do trees belatedly call for more leaves?
On their boughs or their thorns or what?
These treacheries number in the thousands,
Tread on the calcium of bones to discover
A real rally of strength, sorely missed by us.
Stay with certain strength, stay with the masses
To overwhelm the crowd of dignitaries,
As infantry collides with the atoms of despair,
Rocketing really with relaxation.
I have down there a dangerous woman of dis-beliefs,
That range from one moment to the next,
Overpowering the majority of thinkers
With their own smiles and tributes.
Why do certain plants also shed light
On the very stars above us?
The disbelief is tremendous,
And overreaching, so their partners are liars
Unto the ultimate beliefs housed
By thinkers.
poem by Naveed Akram
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By any reasonable measure of achievement, the faith of the Enlightenment thinkers in science was justified.
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A Lost Day
Lost is the day in which you have not found fulfillment in any area: work, private, or social.
Lost is the day in which you have not found a reason to smile: not about others, and not about yourself.
Lost is the day in which you have not been of any service: neither to others, nor to yourself.
Lost is the day in which you have not shared some love with another living creature.
Lost is the day in which you did not dedicate one positive thought to yourself.
Lost is the day in which your laziness prevented you to be constructive.
Lost is the day in which you allowed the setbacks and failures of the world to get the best of you.
Lost is the day in which you allowed your jealousy to conquer your compassion.
Lost is the day in which you undertook any act with a devious intention.
Lost is the day in which your mind prevailed your heart.
Lost is the day in which you allowed material gain to determine your decisions.
Lost is the day in which you sought out a prey among the vulnerable.
Lost is the day in which you discarded empathy.
Lost is the day in which you preferred ignorance, through discrimination of any kind, to embracement of equality.
Lost is the day in which you got lost in backbiting and any other kind of meanness directed toward another.
Lost is the day in which you failed to recognize the lesson in even the most dreadful experience.
Lost is the day in which you ignored the voice of your intuition.
Lost is the day in which you did not prioritize the ones you love over material gain.
Lost is the day in which you lowered yourself to hypocrisy.
Lost is the day in which you deliberately brought pain upon another living creature.
Lost is the day in which you allowed hope to get lost.
Lost is the day in which you forgot where you came from.
Lost is the day in which you forget where you're going.
Lost is the day in which you allowed an estrangement between your mind, your body, and your soul.
Lost is the day in which you were not creative.
Lost is the day in which you lost the connection with the source within...
poem by Joan Marques
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God zooms into Me
as i walk
and think
i realise
there is
a thought
of a source
call it god
somewhere
looking at
his creature
reasoning
what a better person
he thinks
of me
than myself
god's values
plans
so utterly
unlike ourselves
i take life
as it comes and goes
living out
someone's else plans
someone
i hardly understand,
know
wonders
he zooms
into the prophets' world
the same way
all the words
that interpreted
the meeting of
great mind and the small minds
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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A Novice Desire, An Essay On Writing
The novice
wanted to write something
strange different inlaid
with the wonder,
of a few of the values
which are important,
but which society
seems to lack
or have forgotten.
Which need remembering
and should be brought
to the for again
for the consideration
and possibly the advancement
of the state of mind.
Drawing from life,
previous experience,
memories, imagination,
and the pursuit
of the elusive idea.
Some writers
seem to know
almost nothing
in real terms
of the reality
of which they wrote.
Their work
lacks depth,
an acceptable degree
of accuracy
sincerity.
Some have settled
for cheap,
commercialized
mass production,
centred
on public interest
subjects
in pursuit
of the quick buck.
Or write within
the acceptable
guide lines
which many editors
dictate
and often demand.
Which has
been done
millions
of times before.
Stating
nothing unique?
Style and a definite
minimum standard,
enriched
with original thought
where appropriate,
should form
part of purposed
subject matter.
Realizing of course
that true originality
may prove
a mixed
ungrateful master,
devoid
of general acceptance
or understanding?
It has never
seemed right
or important
to me
to produce
merely
for the sake
of producing.
Or to write
in a style
that is pleasing
or acceptable
to any given editor.
If I write
anything
it is for
own personal
enjoyment.
To express
in the manner
I enjoy most
or deem fitting.
And especially
for the pleasure
and benefit,
of those who might
appreciate and feel
enriched after reading
a given piece.
I would like
to share
an idea or thought
with the reader
in the only
way possible.
Because
it is not possible
to always meet
people
we are drawn to
and would like
to converse with.
Nor to hold
indefinitely
creative thoughts
in the mind.
If thoughts
are to be
preserved
and shared
thoughts
must be committed
to the printed page.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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unforseen effects created by the thought, eternity in a question, randomly answered by the answer that is questioned, related to the bypassing of the passing, tossed like the concrete it is, randomly thought of as if, mother earth shut it's doors, to open the windows of time, led by instinct that is programmed, and fate that is luck, to a lifetime of hoping, for the answer to the ultimate question.
poem by Matthew Boisjolie
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We Must Have Been Out Of Our Minds (feat. Melba Montgomery)
We said our goodbyes long ago
Never thinking we'd miss each other so
All the memories we can't leave behind
Oh, we must have been out of our minds
I thought I loved another, not you
How foolish I thought the same, too
They both turned out to be the wrong kind
Oh, we must have been out of our minds
Let's forgive and forget the past we've known
And reap together the wild seeds we've sown
Surely they can forgive us and find
That we must have been out of our minds
I thought I loved another, not you
How foolish I thought the same, too
They both turned out to be the wrong kind
Oh, we must have been out of our minds
Yes, we must have been out of our minds
song performed by by John Prine
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We Must Have Been Out Of Our Minds (feat. Rita Coolidge)
We said our goodbyes long ago never thinking we'd miss each other so
All the memories we can't leave behind oh we must have been out of our minds
I thought I loved another not you how foolish I thought the same too
They both turned out to be the wrong kinds oh we must have been out of our minds
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Let's forgive and forget the past we've known
And reap together the wild seeds we've sown
Surely they can forgive us and find that we must have been out of our minds
I thought I loved another...
Yes we must have been out of our minds yeah
song performed by by Kris Kristofferson
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Older Thoughts
In the heart of your ears great packs of sound
Sing and the devils sing, that when there is a question
Of doubt, one has been whispered a thought of elders.
In the head like a kick the energy flows through the brain
By working and persevering in ways too certain,
That by the waves inside, thoughts are talented.
A little light has shone from the outside brightness,
Favouring a burning love too hard in the head,
Feeling thoughtful thinkers like the ones of older age.
poem by Naveed Akram
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