The Beginning Of Understanding....
it is not the head
do not be misled
it is not the finer thoughts
but the shady ones
where you must find comfort
and it is not
in those neurons of
convoluted matter
that will make the finest
being in you
than the rest of this ocean
of humanity
rest a little
do not think
unload what bias of thoughts are there
be renewed,
anew
feel the coolness of the tree
listen to the song of the
sea breeze
lay your head on the breasts
of this earth
it is where
the heart is.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Find Rest My Soul In Lyric’s Chime
Find rest my soul in lyric’s chime,
Refreshed anew by making rhyme.
It’s course my thoughts direct the paths
That make my mind to sing.
When all the world in chaos sways
A refuge here I find.
I feel my mind has wings.
With pen and poem I find new ways,
To speak to all mankind.
My poems, my thoughts, I find may last;
My world renewed by taking time,
With rest refreshed by making rhyme.
10/17/05
poem by Gary Bryson
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Coming Thoughts
Coming from my head
Running through my mind
Something possibly untold
Is it hard to find?
Coming from the tip of my tongue
My face starts to express
From many random thoughts
Some different from the rest.
Coming from my mouth
Thoughts from there are spoken
No more hurt do I feel
No more am I broken.
Coming from my head
Running through my mind
Something clearly understood
My thoughts-one of a kind!
poem by Bethany Colman
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These Tunes
the calming music makes me feel sleepy wanting to dream
i sit and type away looking at these messages pop up my thoughts are
wondering asking what is right and what is wrong
all i can do is listen to this song the anger plays on my thoughts
the quite noise that plays over and over keeps
me sober I'm trying to let go the anger is subsiding the music is blinding
blinding my thoughts maybe i can sleep
my thoughts still speak of a tune
music blocking the sounds of anger in my head
I'm going to lay down in my bed
looking for a tune that is calming to my head
sweet dreams its all in my head
Trippy: ]
poem by Preston Trip
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Rest
Hey can you hear me?
Im calling your name
Hello? or is this goodbye?
The gleam in your eyes
It troubles my brain
Will I see it again
So I can rest my head
Angel! dancing away
As all of my thoughts are rearranged
Angel! turning away
To have changed
So I can rest my head
song performed by by Green Day
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Always In My Head
Youre like a cool breeze, on a summers day
You are a river running through the desert plain
You are my shelter, from the pouring rain
You were my comfort, even before the pain
I can hear the sound of five drummers in the wind
The leaves blowing in the breeze, ring out like guitars
A tin can rolls across the gravel like a tambourine
I am but a vessel, so I sing, because you are
Chorus in my head, youre always in my head
In my dreams, youre always in my head
In my pain, youre always in my head
In my peace, youre always in my head
A rainbow of rhythm stretches across the sky
An airplane in the distance, plays a beautiful cello line
Its no coincidence; its in tune with the music in my head
If you were a shoulder youre where I would rest, but I am your vessel so I hear, you
Chorus
In my head,youre always in my head
In my fears,youre always in my head
In my joy,youre always in my head
In my tears, youre always in my head
Youre like a cool breeze, on a summers day
You are a river, running through a desert plain
Youve been my shelter, from the pouring rain
You were my comfort, even before the paincause I hear you
Chorus
In my head, youre always in my head
In my dreams, youre always in my head
In my pain, youre always in my head
In my peace, youre always in my head
Chorus
In my head,youre always in my head
In my fears, youre always in my head
In my joy, youre always in my head
In my tears, youre always in my head
song performed by by India Arie
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Thinking...
it is it that thinks that we think
works most
too convincing
just as it is elucidating
trying to give all the answers
yet at the end
what happens? dead ends
inevitable,
gates locked and there
are no keys,
the labyrinths are leading
us to nowhere
and then we sit under the tree
unthinking what has been
thought
merely receiving air
engulfing it with all the rooms
of our lungs
breathing and savoring
coolness
and gazing at the spread of grass
the trips of clouds
and then as light dims to make a night
we rest on our beds
less the thoughts
but only the prayers
that all is well
because we have finally get rid
of the belief
in thoughts.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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One Minute of Dreaming
whilst i slept and rest my head,
I dreamt of love, by beauty led,
till the dawn, hope brings anew,
no lust for life,
Lest thoughts of you
poem by Phantom Anonymous
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a Summer Day
--A SUMMER DAY--
The coolness of a Summer breeze
On the hottest of Summer days
The briskness of a trickling brook
Beneath this steamy haze.
The comfort of a shady tree
With a book propped on my knee.
The whisper of a Father's word
So gently sent to me.
I love this time when none can see
Away from all the world
When you send each breeze to touch my cheek
And my life is now unfurled.
When mysteries that I've kept inside
Can be released to You
And all those worries that I hide
Can be cleansed from me anew.
And now I go back into life
Refreshed by God's own hand.
He has, to me, given new strength
And by His side, I'll ever stand.
Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
poem by Carolyn Ford Witt
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Mark The Days
It doesnt matter what you say
Thoughts are scattered, all blown away
Fruits of love are gone
Listen to this womans only song
Shes down on her knees
Kicking her heels
A fallen angel out of love
It doesnt matter what you say
Thoughts are scattered and blown away
It doesnt matter what you say
Thoughts are scattered and blown away
You have the key of the door
Swept under the carpet
Dont want it anymore
Discovery of infidelity
Falling from grace
Sacrifice the substance
Mark the days
Hear this womans song
Forever betrayed
In secret we know its not her own
Staring from mirror to mirror
No ones coming home
It doesnt matter what you say
Thoughts are scattered and blown away
It doesnt matter what you say
Thoughts are scattered and blown away
Away
song performed by by Xymox
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First Thoughts
So here I go
Im just going to write whatever comes to mind
The first thoughts in my head
Is dame its like 5: 30 in the morning
And I havent gone to sleep yet
Thank god I dont have to work tomorrow
My eye lids are getting tired
I keep on yawning it just wont stop
I can see the sky now
I sun is starting to rise
Aww the fresh smell of morning dew
The birds are cherping
The newspaper is thrown at my door
Startles my dogs they bark twice
Lay back down and lay there head to rest
Oh how that looks so comfortable
I just want to lay down
Yet I cant get the motivation to get up
Maybe ill just sleep right here
Rest my head on my desk
While this music runs through my head
I can barely move this pen now
I cant think of anything to say now
So here I go
It's off to day dreaming land
5-14-06
Ashley O
poem by Ashley Olson
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Ocean Breath
While strolling along the beach
The sand forces its way into our tired arches
And we stop and lay down to rest our feet
And feel the warm breeze in the night darkness
And listen to the motioning water
While holding each other
The waves continue over and over constantly
With a romantic tone to every roll
Even with others on the beach sauntering
We find that we don’t even care at all
So we fall for each others clues
And feel our way around each others hearts
Find warmth and comfort as two
And forget where and when we started
The waves rolling, we keep going
And smile at how quiet the gasp is
As the ocean pauses and takes a breath for us
poem by Brent Terry
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Were Not Deep
You can put it down to lack of patience
You can put it down to lack of sleep
But its in my head to stay in bed
Tucked under the sheets
They said if you try to get on Id get on
They said there were changes
But now my chance has gone
And I know what you think
What you think about me
Thoughts like that sink home
To you were not deep
Now it may be a sad reflection
On the way young people feel
But early monday morning
Is losing its appeal
I open my curtains at 7am
Just so you think Im up with the rest of the men
And I know what you think
What you think about me
Thoughts like that sink home
To you were not deep
Youd do yourself a favour if you gave yourself a break
But thats one risk youd never take
The evenings yours, the mornings mine
But dont knock me, Im doing fine
Youd do yourself a favour if you gave yourself a rest
But just for now you know whats best
And I know what you think
What you think about me
Thoughts like that sink home
To you were not deep
song performed by by Housemartins
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My Song....
Theres this song I love to listen to. It takes me to a place where all the happines is, where I could feel alive. It takes me back to my favorite memories, ones that I hold onto and keep next to my heart. I never knew of such a feeling when I listen to this song. When I'm on the verge of crying out, I replay this song in my head to keep me sane. Sometimes this song will bring me to tears, but only because it makes me happy. I feel like I'm in a fantasy world where no one can touch me; I feel invincible. This song is your voice, your everything, and no matter what the world thinks, your voice is the most beautiful song I have ever heard.
poem by Crystal Garcia
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Philadelphia News
I came to Philly
with only postiive thoughts
In mind
I was encouraged, and focused with a
Determination to find
The essential elements needed, that
Would make life very fine
Yet, I found the very source of
The effort forcing
Many things to fall behind
The deception of a few
Distortion of information
Rhymes and riddles also
Shady clues
All mixed together
Simply to fool
Now that I know the facts
My future plans have been renewed, and
No matter where I may find myself
In this life
I now know what I must do
Never put trust in anyone
Who continues to lie and
Hide the truth
poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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Sunday Morning Call
Here's another sunday morning call
Yer hear yer head-a-banging on the door
Slip your shoes on and then out you crawl
Into a day that couldn't give you more
But what for?
And in your head do you feel
What you're not supposed to feel
And You take what you want
But you won't get it for free
And You need more time
Cos your thoughts and words won't last forever more
But i'm not sure if it ever works out right
But it's ok. It's all right
When yer lonely and you start to hear
The little voices in your head at night
You will only sniff away the tears
So you can dance until the morning light
At what price?
And in your head do you feel
What you're not supposed to feel
And You take what you want
But you won't get it for free
And You need more time
Cos your thoughts and words won't last forever more
But I'm not sure if it ever works out right
But it's ok. It's all right
And in your head do you feel
What you're not supposed to feel
When you take what you want
But You don't get hope for free
And You need more time
Cos your thoughts and words won't last forever more
And I'm not sure if it'll ever
song performed by by Oasis from Standing On The Shoulder Of Giants
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Aaron
Holiness on the head,
Light and perfection on the breast,
Harmonious bells below, raising the dead
To led them unto life and rest.
Thus are true Aarons dressed.
Profaneness in my head,
Defects and darkness in my breast,
A noise of passions ringing me for dead
Unto a place where is no rest.
Poor priest thus am I dressed.
Only another head
I have, another heart and breast,
another music, making live not dead,
without whom I could have no rest:
In him I am well dressed.
Christ is my only head,
My alone only heart and breast,
My only music, striking me even dead;
That to the old man I may rest,
And be in him new dressed.
So holy in my head,
Perfect and light in my dear breast,
My doctrine tuned by Christ, (who is not dead,
But lives in me while I do rest)
Come people; Aaron's dressed.
poem by George Herbert
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In The Quietness of The Moment
In my thoughts –mind in stress
In my thoughts - self seeks rest
Heart - seeks solace
Heart - receives brief succor
I and me -shared insight
I and myself –anew a few
Soul, I, partner, and
'complete themselves in one another'
6/1/2010
[Written during a time of distress that loaned me a quiet moment before taking it back]
poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
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How Can I?
How can I know anything
that cannot come to mind?
All the things that life can bring
I cannot seem to find.
All I've found are thoughts of you.
All the rest has said adieu.
How can I feel anything
that cannot make me warm?
Even the heat of the sun
cannot seem to form
a blanket to envelop me
and warm me like the sight of thee.
How can I go from day to day
and soothe my heart again?
All that I loved has taken flight.
It all has said amen.
My thoughts, my feelings torment me so.
The only thing I seem to know
is you.
How can I? How can I
forgive myself this pain?
I cannot find the joy in life
so how can I remain?
The life I loved is here no more.
All I remember is what was before.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Tell me what you see
Tell me your thoughts
When you have no thoughts
Tell me what you see
When your eyes are closed
Tell me if you could read my mind
My thoughts would tell you a tale
Between the lines
Tell me story that is told
Experence the paradise
That is in you
Let me hear your voice
To comfort my ears
Rest deep inside my soul
Heal my wounds while I sleep
Holding me down
My fortress strong
poem by Howard Johnson
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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.
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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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