Mind Searching
I was drifting through the chambers
of imagination, deep in my mind,
searching desperately for inspiration,
but it was proving so hard to find.
Visions of nonsense appeared,
as a smoke screen in my head.
It seemed the brain was delaying
creative ideas from being read.
Imbalances of clouded colour
flooded the chambers of my mind.
One by one, thoughts became stifled,
visualization I couldn’t find.
For some strange unknown reason
there was disagreement in my head.
Mind and brain were in turmoil
until the problem was sorted.
Attempts by the brain to cloud my mind
this time thankfully failed.
Inspiration is now clearly flowing,
but next time, which will prevail.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Being A Poet
I find that I can compose a poem best,
When I am out walking, or am at rest.
When I am lying in my bed at night,
I think about what I am able to write.
Or when I’m out walking, or sat on a train,
Words and ideas, all rush round my brain.
Sometimes, ideas just appear in my head,
Or may be a result of something I’ve read.
At fellow passengers, on a train, I take a look;
Some chatter away, while others read a book.
But, me, I’m sat there, quietly composing verse;
With dozens of ideas, my creative mind bursts.
If I compose lines on my way into town,
I repeat them over, until I write them down;
If they are not written down straightaway,
Around my mind, other thoughts then play.
There are many things which inspire me to write,
Such as animals, the seasons, and the sky at night.
If I try to force ideas, they just do not flow;
The poem itself, I find, just will not grow.
I like to write on a layperson’s level;
In too much information, I do not revel.
Having chosen a decent subject or idea,
I then need to get my brain in to gear.
Of a subject, I like to consider all of the aspects,
But I keep my writing simple; not too complex.
To make a poem rhyme, words I may change,
But I only use words that are within my range.
In using unfamiliar words, I can see no point;
A nice poem, tricky words, can really disjoint.
Words, within my head, I keep batting around,
Until the perfect combination, is finally found.
With poetry, I really love the creative process,
But over time, I’ve become slightly obsessed.
Sometimes I find myself talking in rhyme;
That I am a poet, this must be a sure sign.
Of my finished poems, I often feel proud;
One day, I’ll be brave and read them aloud.
Into my swirling head, ideas continue to pop;
I love writing poetry and never want to stop!
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Too Much To Think About
Sister help take this pain from my heart
Help me stand up and find out whats right
Dont want to exist here in the dark
When the gates of eden offer so much light
But theres too much to think about
Too many problems in my brain
Yeah, theres too much to think about
How could I ever make up my mind
Young man lay down your guns
And hold your woman in your arms
The concretes not worth dying fo
They say theres more to this life
But theres too much to think about
Too many problems in my brain
Yeah, theres too much to think about
How could I ever make up my mind
So what am I living for
They say the truth is not hard to find
Its right here in front of my eyes
If I could just open my heart sometimes
But theres too much to think about
Too many problems in my brain
Yeah, theres too much to think about
How could I ever make up my mind
But theres too much to think about
Too many problems in my brain
Yeah, theres too much to think about
How could I ever make up my mind
Make up my mind
Make up my mind
Make up make up my mind
Make up make up my mind
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Productive Chaos for M lady Tara
Ideas are swarming in my brain.
Each demanding to be heard
insisting time and time again
it is their turn.It’s quite absurd.
If they would learn to stand in line
instead of jostling for a place
Then everything would work out fine.
But as it is I cannot trace
which are the ones I should pursue.
Immortalise in flowing verse
and give to each attention due.
My situation could be worse
perhaps it’s unfair to complain
because I have a fertile mind
Far better than a tidy brain
where inspirations hard to find.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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9 Times A Day
Well they dance with my mind
through these traits undefined
you and you and you alike
well you all seem to
Blow me away
Nice times a day then
By the tenth time
I'm drifting away
And you all gather in my brain
And you dance with my mind
I like to intercept your trance
Dissect the stories that you share
While all the rhythm feeds my soul
It all swells up and
Blows me away
Nine times a day then
By the tenth time
I'm drifting away
And you all gather in my brain
And you dance with my mind
You blow me away
Nine times a day then
By the tenth time
I'm drifting away
And you all gather in my brain
And you dance with my mind
Well they dance with my mind
through these traits undefined
you and you and you alike
well you all seem to
you dance with my mind
song performed by by Xavier Rudd
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9 Times A Day
Well they dance with my mind
through these traits undefined
you and you and you alike
well you all seem to
Blow me away
Nice times a day then
By the tenth time
I'm drifting away
And you all gather in my brain
And you dance with my mind
I like to intercept your trance
Dissect the stories that you share
While all the rhythm feeds my soul
It all swells up and
Blows me away
Nine times a day then
By the tenth time
I'm drifting away
And you all gather in my brain
And you dance with my mind
You blow me away
Nine times a day then
By the tenth time
I'm drifting away
And you all gather in my brain
And you dance with my mind
Well they dance with my mind
through these traits undefined
you and you and you alike
well you all seem to
you dance with my mind
song performed by by Xavier Rudd
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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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Thoughts and ideas - (Talking through my hat)
Break and husk
thoughts and ideas that,
without reason,
I smashing them like nuts
into my head – mortar with pig iron pestle.
Lay and hatch
thoughts and ideas,
and younglings,
instead of fly,
I keep them under latch
in my head – cage of neurons,
dendrites and axons.
Knead and raise
thoughts and ideas
but let me tempted,
and without reason,
instead of bake them, I play
“of thieves and bobbies”
with bullets of dough
shot from my head – automatic gun.
Pull kernels out of
thoughts and ideas
but I put not them to spring
and hundredfold harvest to bring,
I chain them necklace
that my poor mind
who walks nomad
through my head – ballad
to put it neck
in a night with moon
and than to catch
in a fairies dance
and hungry of blue
to soar in the stars.
***
Thoughts and ideas
are shrieking through my mind
as lost migratory birds
in an autumn of rains.
Thoughts and ideas
- arrow-shaped cranes with wet wings -
fall all at once
in my head – moorland
of thistle and mud.
Bevies of ideas
and useless thoughts
surround my mind
how ravens give wheel
carrions to be
through my head - waste land
by boiling and winds.
Thoughts and ideas
go round
like a pack of wolves
with empty bellies
through my head – winter of frost,
winter of sleet
with my mind
thoroughly frozen
by fright and a biting wind.
Pick
bunches of thoughts and ideas
caressed by the sun of mind
in bacchanal vineyards
planted on encephalic hills.
I squish them
and expect to get wine
and get drunk
in my head – tavern where the smoke
knife just cut it
and air is sourbitter.
Fog of thoughts and ideas
rises from my mind
as darkness on swamps
in late autumn.
Nothing to see
not hear anything
all still is,
just the small brain
flickers in my head – gray curtain
between movement and inertia.
Slacked thoughts and ideas
are resting on benches of mind,
nothing pulling them
with hands and teeth,
I can’t them gather
at work to bring
to get something good
from my head – chaos
where it lacks a poleax
and a stump of elm.
poem by Viorel Petru Trifan
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A Trinity
the brain, mind and me
it has to be a trinity
three entities sailing
the cosmos trying
to outdo each other
the brain is generous
letting the mind wander
in and out while me - i -
try to work out the best deal
in the crowdy sojourn
the brain tinkles with
god's act of
predestination
sealed in tightly, foolproof
you think you are in control
yet in the end you have to
concur you are way out of hand -
one mystic takes you
by the head, one other
slips in and out
the brain keeps itself known
sometimes in touch
sometimes out,
sometimes even trying
to let you know
the pool of secrets
it holds over you
all nervous you could only wish
you are out of this bewildering
soul draining situation
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Blank Mind
There's a clean sheet of paper, with nary a word,
And number two pencils sharpened so fine.
Yet my mind undoubtedly is not on board,
My muse I must have left behind.
Here I sit without a single thought,
Staring out the window pane.
Without the inspiration I have sought,
No electrical impulses in my brain.
My mind is a desert, life hidden away,
Only rocks and sand abound.
My thoughts have a seven second delay,
No inspiration is to be found.
6/17/11 Alton Texas
poem by Juan Olivarez
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Shadow
shadow
of the mind
it comes
from a twin
somewhere in the world
that only my heart
could find
my mind would feel
similar idea
that blazes
my top
a shadow
that keeps me
on my toe
on a noon day
shadows
misintepreted
in black
they come
in irregular form
neither white nor black
that cast a brain fire
brain storm
a thousand miles away
tracking
over my mind
an idea born
one claims to be one's own
when it is
the showering power
of the brain
that z-zats
round the world
that keeps
it flooded
with new wonders
wonder the idea
of light bulb actually
came from edison
the shadow
of somebody's thought
that sets his on fire
lighting up the world
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Loving You Is Crazy
loving you i know
is absurd
crazy
and hazy, for i do not
even know you,
but the image of love
still
sticks in my mind,
this imagination
of you
like a phantom
in the opera of my
brain
i like to dissolve
this feeling
in the ocean of
forgetting,
but how can i?
i who needs
you, as an inspiration,
you the unknown
you the mystery
you keep me alive
everything interesting
tasting half
or even just one-millionth
of what i have
not actually touched
and seen
you are the unknown
you are here
beside me
still without a name
and body.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Headful Of Thoughts
I'm lying here, wide awake
Trying hard to get some sleep;
But my brain is totally buzzing,
So it's useless counting sheep!
My mind is manically racing,
Thinking of words and ideas;
I think of the sad poem that I just wrote,
And my eyes suddenly fill up with tears.
I need to get some sleep,
As I'm actually pretty tired;
But my brain is so alive:
Like, it's been electrically wired!
Many times, I've had new thoughts,
And jumped out of my cosy bed,
To quickly grab a pen and paper,
And jot them down before they leave my head.
Is this a common problem,
Which all writers share?
Do they, too, wake up the next day
Feeling a little worse for wear?
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Brain Scan
No sun for the grey children
Waiting to catch the strange
Airy notions of that place
Now they evolutions
Means their brain mutations
The wider is the comprehension
The deeper and stronger is the illusion
They're no more material
Since they're invisible
High pressure inside me
Erasure, I'm empty
With their talk, they fill me
Now I walk, so brainy
Who's in my head, hiding themselves
It hurts me so, it's a brainscan
Who's it instead, instead myself
I hate it so, it's a brain scan
Creeping in your double mind
There's nothing they can't find
You've lost all your energy
Not able to set you free
They will own you just like me
Just like me, just like me...
High pressure inside me
Erasure, I'm empty
With their talk, they fill me
Now I walk, so brainy
Some times I feel
Their cold presence
Checking my mind, it's a brain scan
Sometimes my soul
Can't reach a sense
This head is mine, it's a brain scan
Don't ask'em to give a break
You can't even close the gate
Passing through both hemispheres
Searching in all memories
Knowing what's inside of me
Side of me, side of me....
Perceptive entity
Emotive synergy
Hyper-detection
Suck out the reason
Is there something I could feel
Translucid language
Reflect the new age
Words are a limitation
Locking me out of my skull
Something without physical
Disturbing my frequency
Terminate identity
Out of me, out of me
song performed by by Voivod
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Sweet Inspiration
Lyrics and music by dan penn and spooner oldham
I need your sweet inspiration
I need you here on my mind
Every hour of the day
Without your sweet inspiration
The lonely hours of the night
Just dont go my way
A woman in love
Needs sweet inspiration
Yeah, and honey thats all I ask, thats all I ask from you
Ive gotta have your sweet inspiration
You know there just aint no tellin what a satisfied woman might do
The way you call me baby, baby
Is such a sweet inspiration
The way you call me darlin, darlin
Sets my heart to skating
And if Im out in the rain, baby
And in a bad situation
You know I just reach back in my mind
And there I find your sweet, sweet inspiration
Sweet inspiration
Oh, what a power
And Ive got the power
Every hour of the day
I need your inspiration
To go on, to go on living
To keep on giving this way
I need your sweet inspiration
Sweet inspiration, sweet inspiration, sweet inspiration
Sweet, sweet inspiration
Sweet, sweet inspiration
I need, sweet inspiration
song performed by by Vonda Shepard
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Mind Is The Magic
Mind Is The Magic
Come in to me
I know mystical garden
Orchards and violets
All mysteries are parted
Life is a mirageghost
Imagination
Pure inspiration called justification
Nothing's impossible
Nothing's concealed
Everything here is for real
What gives fantastic ghouls all in your head?
Who creates wonders like nobody can?
Chorus:
Siegfried & Roy
You know it's
Siegfried & Roy
So be it
Siegfried & Roy
I'm gonna...
Siegfried & Roy
When it's Siegfried & Roy
It's the mind of a magic in true
Your own thoughts play the game
In the magical wonders they do
The mind in the magic is you
Move of the head
And I'll change your emotions
Strange things appear
From euphorics, devotions
Everything's happening
Nothing's unreal
Hallucinating the mind in the real
Seeing black panthers
That suddenly fly
White tigers stalking your mind
Hallucinating the things that you see
This kind of magic's so hard to believe
[Chorus]
'Cause when it's Siegfried & Roy
It's the mind of a magic in true
Your own thoughts play the game
In the magical wonders they do
The mind in the magic is you
When it's Siegfried & Roy
It's the mind of a magic in true
When it's Siegfried & Roy
It's the mind of a magic in true
(Seeing is believin'...)
When it's Siegfried & Roy
It's the mind of a magic in true
Hallucinations
The game of this kind
This kind of magic
Throws mind
[Chorus]
song performed by by Michael Jackson
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We Grow And We Die
May we die as we have delivered,
Natures of the brain are compact;
Nested in the rights of Our Word
Is the brilliant brain and the well-spoken heart.
May we die like the spring and not winter;
Offered to the mind is the brain,
For they both grow with each other,
Finding strength to resolve a certainty
That we have delivered.
The death of someone is a brain,
The mind has much to consider.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Migraine
[CD]
Keep my head together make me head strong
Keep my head together keep me headstrong
Keep my thoughts short 'cause they're so long
Keep the pain smothered like a smoke bong
Keep my mind together cos it's leaking
Turn off the voices that are speaking
Noise inside my head is getting louder
Grinding pain relief down to a powder
(Chorus:)
My eyes won't focus
Except on the pain
My mind won't focus
Except on my brain (x2)
Migraine
Keep my head together make me head strong
Keep my head together keep me headstrong
Keep my thoughts short cos they're so long
Keep the pain smothered like a smoke bong
Keep my mind together cos it's leaking
Turn off the voices that are speaking
Noise inside my head is getting louder
It's getting louder - louder
(Chorus:)
My eyes won't focus
Except on the pain
My mind won't focus
Except on my brain (x2)]
Migraine
song performed by by Urban Clearway
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Paranoid
Finished with my woman 'cause she couldn't help me with my mind
people think I'm insane because I am frowning all the time
All day long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfy
Think I'll lose my mind if I don't find something to pacify
Can you help me occupy my brain?
Oh yeah
I need someone to show me the things in life that I can't find
I can't see the things that make true happiness
song performed by by Black Sabbath from Paranoid
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I'm Only Happy When
I'm only happy when it rains
without a cloud in the sky
I'm only happy in these chains
all that I can do is cry
I'm only happy when I bleed
it let's me know I'm alive
I'm only happy when I need
just myself to survive
I'm only happy when I dream
of my long lost love
I'm only happy when I scream
at the Heavens above
I'm only happy when I'm alone
at war with my brain
I'm only happy when I've known
that life is just pain
I'm only happy when I'm lost
and I can't find my way
I'm only happy when I've crossed
the path of disarray
I'm only happy when I see
death is my way out
I know I'll be free
I have no doubt
I'm only happy when I'm told
that I've gone insane
I'm only happy when I hold
all these thoughts in my brain
I'm only happy when I sleep
and go out of my mind
I'm only happy when I'm in too deep
I'm only happy when it's me you cannot find
poem by Haley Nicole
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Well-Adjusted- Don't Be-Brain-Stuffing
To be well adjusted
can be a terrible thing
for where am I to dream
what does not yet exist
if I am only focused
upon what currently is?
And where in this
is to come to be
Creativity?
It can be a terrible thing
to be adjusted
because the mind
becomes hard-wired
to only what we
have personally experienced-
when I am out to discover
what is different from me?
No small thing this:
sailors die on the open sea
because their hard-wired minds
think that they need to find land
for fresh-water
making them forget
that they can catch fish
and drink.
Adjusted means
thinking like all the others think
knowing they will punish those
who dare to utter something
different from the orthodoxy.
Takes a strong mind
and character
to really think
differently
from what the others
keep
saying you
should think.
Protect that brain:
don't let the others
fill it in
for you,
find your own stuffing
to put in there
after all
you have to
all your life
live with it.
So open up
the Brain-Door
spend at least
five hours
a day
day-dreaming
that is how the Brain
wards off
Brain-Stuffing.
This what Einstein did-
five hours a day
you can see
how good
he did.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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