Sinister Sooth
You say I am the slave of Fate
Bound by unalterable laws.
I harken, but your words I hate,
Your damnable Effect and Cause.
If there's no hope for happy Chance
Give me the bliss of ignorance.
You say my life ends with the tomb;
This brain, my mind machine, will rot;
Its many million cells that room
My personality and thought
Will in the Dark Destroyer's term
Provide a banquet for the worm.
You say--yet though your wisdom wells,
To it I am unreconciled;
My mind admits, my heart rebels . . .
O let me listen like a child
To Him who spoke with blessed breath
From bench of toil in Nazareth!
poem by Robert William Service
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Mystery of Mind Poem - the mind has a mind of its own
the mind
has a mind
of its own
the mind
possesses
a life of its own
a personality
of its own
an intelligence
of its own
give it a
chance
to talk to you
be quiet
and you will
be surprised
and bewildered
at what you
could hear
the mind
it longs to
talk to you
communicate
with you
all your life
a timeless
formless,
shapeless
machine
shoved into
a sanctum
to work with
time, shape,
form and
You
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Discord
Unreconciled by life's fleet years, that fled
With changeful clang of pinions wide and wild,
Though two great spirits had lived, and hence had sped
Unreconciled;
Though time and change, harsh time's imperious child,
That wed strange hands together, might not wed
High hearts by hope's misprision once beguiled;
Faith, by the light from either's memory shed,
Sees, radiant as their ends were undefiled,
One goal for each--not twain among the dead
Unreconciled.
poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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Love Vs. Hate
As I lie in the bed,
In the misty redness of hate, lonesome pain, and misery invaded my happy home
And turned it into a dark icky cave...
The word Hate is in my heart,
And soul but somewhere deep within in my mind was love that over ruled the power between hate itself.
poem by Tamia Wells
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A Desert Flower In Bloom
I gave you my heart, in death my soul
Once incomplete, but now it is whole
Like a desert flower, my heart had withered
In your shower of love, my heart was delivered
From a tomb, born from hate
Locked and bound, it was my fate
You, the locksmith of my heart
Set it free, and gave it a start
The tomb of hate, sealed with lies
Is not my fate or my demise
The sky the limit, our path unknown
No matter the peril, my heart you’ll own.
poem by Owen Smith
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Steel And You
it's so quiet and dark and i shouldn't be here
this machine won't last for always
just my steel friend and me i stand brave by his side
this machine is all i live for
i can see in your eyes you're not so sure about me
this machine is my voice please listen
it's so noisy and bright and i just love being here
this machine will last for my life
Gary Numan, "Steel And You", _T_u_b_e_w_a_y _A_r_m_y (Beggars Banquet/ATCO 1978)
song performed by by Gary Numan
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I can't to dance
I can’t to dance
I can’t make it chance
I can’t to be very fine
I can’t forgot my pine
I can’t to dance with fate
He is nothing anyway
He is so depressed
He is so angry
He don’t make me free
I can’t to dance with fate
He don’t give me be fair
He don’t love better life
He is so closed mind
I can’t dance when I’ve believe to my lord, my destiny
My Lord saying every time
Dance with death if you want
Hey I can’t to dance
I can’t to make it chance
I can’t to be very fine
I can’t having better life
I came to my brain
I am alone now, every said
I can’t dance with people
I can’t chance them
Nothing change for me
They can’t to see
This is not usual dance
This is about anything I had
I didn’t had happy side
I lived with pine any time
I can’t dance with my life
Any people don’t know why
I can’t enjoying of my life
I am just alive
This is not a one told
This is mind alones know
poem by Aidin Azarkerdar
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Disease And Poverty
disease and poverty
Every time I saw him
I have this guilt feeling
From the complaining
Of my life, again and again
What can I do?
I can’t turn back the time
And change, redirect me
Away from the fate’s crime
The 24 hours or more
Of heavy toil
In sweat and blood and all
The fatigue and torture
Where can I go?
This is the only place
The home I thought I would grow
But premature it seems
The seven days and more
A tormenting machine
Designed to provide order
The demand between heart and mind
How would I know its depth?
That everything is laid
According to its individual’s dept
And it has to be paid
What the noise with in?
Is but the noise within
Brought to my senses
My anxiety, weariness and pain
poem by Jordan Legaspi
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Tornado Of Souls
This morning I made the call
The one that ends it all
Hanging up,i wanted to cry
But dammit,this wells gone dry
Not for the money,not for the fame
Not for the power,just no more games
But now Im safe in the eye of the tornado
I cant replace the lies,that let a 1000 days go
No more living trapped inside
In her way Ill surely die
In the eye of the tornado,blow me away
Youll grow to loathe my name
Youll hate me just the same
You wont need your breath
And soon youll meet your death
Not from the years,not from the use
Not from the tears,just self abuse
Whos to say,whats for me to say...be...do
Cause a big nothing itll be for me
The land of opportunity
The golden chance for me
My future looks so bright
Now I think Ive seen the light
Cant say whats on my mind
Cant do what I really feel
In this bed I made for me
Is where I sleep,i really feel
I warn you of the fate
Proven true to late
Your tongue twist perverse
Come drink now of this curse
And now I fill your brain
I spin you round again
My poison fills your head
As I tuck you into bed
You feel my fingertips
You wont forget my lips
Youll feel my cold breath
Its the kiss of death
song performed by by Megadeth
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The Hinterland
You speak to me, but does your speech
With truest truth your thought convey?
I listen to your words and each
Is what I wait to hear you say.
The pattern that your lips reveal,
How does it measure with your mind?
What undertones do you conceal?
Your smile is sweet - but what's behind?
I speak to you, but do I tell
The secret working of my brain?
Frank honesty would make life hell,
And truth be tantamount to pain.
When deep into the mind one delves,
Appalling verities we view;
If we betrayed our inner selves,
Would you hate man and I hate you?
Are we not strangers each to each,
And all alone we live and die?
Deception is the stuff of speech,
And life a smug and glossy lie,
Where puppet-like our parts we play:
The first in public we rehearse,
The second when we shrink away
into our private universe.
The soul has its grim hinterland
'Twere better never to explore;
Dark jungles where obscenely planned
Prowl monsters of primaeval lore;
With primal fear our lives are fraught,
And cravenly we cower behind
The silences of secret thought,
The murky mazes of the Mind.
poem by Robert William Service
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Who To Listen To
Dont take a ride from a stranger,
No way to know where they go.
You may be left on a long dark road,
Lost and alone.
Dont you recall what your mama told?
Youve got to learn hot from cold.
When youre afraid that you might get burned,
Where do you turn?
Youve got to know who to, (who to)
Who not to listen to.
Youve gotta know who to, (ooooh....)
Who not to listen to.
Well, you know, theyre gonna hit you from all sides,
Better make up your mind
Who to, who not to listen to.
(who to listen to.)
How can you learn what is true and just?
How to know who to trust?
Here comes a man with a scam to sell.
How can you tell?
Youve gotta know theres a bigger plan,
Room to fall, room to stand.
Pray for the plan to begin in you;
Keep your heart true.
Youve got to know who to, (who to)
Who not to listen to.
Youve gotta know who to,
Who not to listen to. (who to listen to.)
Well, you know, theyre gonna hit you from all sides,
Better make up your mind
Who to, who not to listen to.
Its gonna hit you from all sides,
Better make up your mind
Who to, (who to), who not to listen to.
Everyone will have their words to say....
Find the word to help you find your way....
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...yeah...ah....)
Youve got to know who to, (who to)
Who not to listen to.
Youve gotta know who to,
Who not to listen to. (who to listen to.)
Well, you know, theyre gonna hit you from all sides,
Better make up your mind
Who to, who not to listen to.
Theyre gonna hit you from all sides,
Better make up your mind
Who to, who not to listen to. (who to listen to.)
Theyre gonna hit you from all sides.
Hit you from all sides,
Better make up your mind
Who to, (who to), who not to listen to.
(who do you listen to? )
Theyre gonna hit you from all sides, (theyre gonna hit!)
Theyre gonna hit you from all sides,
Better make up your mind
Who to, who not to listen to.
(who to listen to.)
(youve got to know.
Who to listen to.)
(you gotta know who to.
Who to listen to.)
(theyre gonna hit you from all sides.
Hit you from all sides.)
song performed by by Amy Grant
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Abject Poverty
Abject Poverty
For A.B.
Access them early, but slowly. Before sight or text.
Meaning-full hope:
The stems of dreams: the wanton spring-picked
Full-bloomed flowers...Rx, Rx.
Don't look to the past, or ahead,
Nor down or up for that matter.
Have some manners and dial in and to what's within...
Pay little mind if you get the wrong number,
Just dial again, and again.
Spill it, vent it, scream it, cry it,
Or pontificate on the dirty soap box 'cause you stand upon It;
For the cold washing waters has not yet cleansed
The hands, head and heart...your Spirit!
We begin to tell all, the voice of an already spoken: HOWL!
With tears and ashes more compact than an ocean of fears-
Once we were drowning, until now.
Oh God, we sing your praises when the Egos and the Politics
Take a momentary back seat (a salivating nap) , the higher mind's slave.
What lies beneath, LIES in hard minutes, and easy years of Denial
Anxiously explain...
How-vile.
True-self is good.
It serves us stronger when we are weaker later.
Yes, help the good friend, as the bad stranger becomes
Your only blue righteous companion;
For what is red flesh and Truth wills itself to be a friend-
Long term, long run, let's run the term of this white course
Together.
How could one hate something they have never thought to Love,
Or perhaps just never a term such as hate uttered the love of: 'MOVE ON! '
But equally-do we decide this?
No politics of the Soul-is Bliss.
c.2010 John Carroll Walls
poem by John Walls
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I Do Not Belong
Slave to the mind
It’s hard to find
The place that I belong....
Slave to the soul
I have played my role
To find where I belong
I do not belong here
I have done payed my fare
Why can’t I leave death?
I try until my last breath
You hold me here, hoping I’ll break
The happiness I hold is oh, so fake
I’m lost truly forgotten
In this world so begotten
I think now...why Death? Why hold me here?
And he answers.....Because of your fear
(Death) If I let you out you’ll get scared
(Death) Down here you have done fared
(Death) Very well I think isn’t depression joy?
I think not for a 14 year old boy...
I will leave Death, just you wait
(Death) I had you born on that fatal date!
(Death) Friday the Thirteenth I had you born
(Death) To have you walk this land as scorned
(Death) This is why I had you made
(Death) Depression is just a black parade
You had me made to live life of hate?
With this I will retaliate
I will fight against you, Death with all my might
To get past my petty fright
I’m afraid of life you know this Death
So you dragged me here into this depth
For the better of me? To help me be safe?
Ha! Your lies are beginning to chafe
(Death) But it’s true young child I only wished to help
Silence Death! Your voice is that of a young whelp!
I shall listen no longer I’m making my escape!
And leave to to this horrible fate
(Death) You think you can leave? Just like that?
(Death) I honor your courage with a tip of my hate
(Death) But you cannot escape here....It’s in your mind
In my mind you say? So devine!
I am in control of my mind
(Death) No, your not your just a fool
A fool who is stronger than you!
(Death) Stronger than Death? I think not
(Death) And now I will leave you here to rot
I’m over my fear and I will leave here
I’m leaving now Good Bye my dear
(Death) what’s this? Your truly leaving? But depression is your life!
I shall leave this world with a thrust of my knife
(Death) The world you say? Would you really?
I would do so absent-mindedly...
(Death) But we are here in your own mind
(Death) Would you kill yourself? I can’t really find
(Death) any doubt in your words...so ill leave just fine......
I have conquered you Death you said you were stronger!
....The lesson learned is I couldn’t be wronger
Death was warning me of the hates of this world
Makes everyone I know need to hurl
A lost love, a lost hope, a lost dream
Life isn’t as easy as it once seemed
That wasn’t Death I know this now
It was my own depression and it took its bow
It did a number on me I won’t recover
Not until a find another
Person just like me so we can talk
Maybe just take a little walk
And speak of our problems so we may be
Happy just like the world may seem
I have not found where I belong
But I am content with my little song
Made me feel better knowing the truths
Knowing my mind is aged well over my youth
With this my farewell I leave you here
Hoping that you know I hold all my friends dear
Written by Lucas Howes AKA Iruuka Blackheart
poem by Iruuka Blackheart
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One Less Animal to Help Me Evolve
put one child into a room
give him a doggie
to write his page
put another child into a room
give him a doggie,
a turtle, a caged dove
to fill his days
put another child into a room
give him a doggie, a gold fish,
a fighting fish and a parrot
to string his tales
now let them all talk to you
about their adventures
the first one would look at you
and probably say nothing
the second would probably rant
how the doggie had tried to bite the turtle
and how he had saved it
keeping it with the dove
the third child, he probably
would ask you whether you
have enough time to hear him out
- a whole world of adventures
he had spent time talking to the parrot
feeding the fish, and trying to get
the fighting fish to spread its colourful fins
and in between treat his doggie like another
man telling him about all the other creatures
now see the first child as not having
the animals because they have all become extinct
how less resourceful the brain has become
and now if an interconnected mind
is a more powerful mind
we will be so much less creative or inventive
50 years from now going by the rate
animals are becoming extinct
an extinct animal is a part of our brain emptied
struck of chance to evolve into a higher level of intelligence
for all creatures are put here to help men to evolve
there are coded messages in every bird's chirp
to help the brain to develop
there are coded messages on the turtle's shell
its exotic designs to help the brain to evolve
there are coded messages in the cry of each
animal to help the brain become creative, inventive
in each colour, in each feather there are coded messages
to help human, the main actor of this universe, to
shine
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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I Hope You're Happy
I hope you're happy.
I hope you don't give it a second thought.
I hope you're happy but that's not enough.
I hope your miserble in that grave you dug.
I hope it's me you're thinking of when you choke on your tears.
I hope you waste the years with someone untrue.
I hope the words you said come back to haunt you.
The mistake you made, I hope it drives you insane.
I hope it hurts you to say my name.
If you're lonely you've got no one to blame but yourself.
So I hope your happy with somebody else.
I hope you're doing alright.
I hope it's guilt that keeps you up at night
I hope it eats you away.
I hope you regret every single day spent without me.
I hope it kills you to hear the truth spoken loudly.
I hope you have fun pretending to care about her.
I hope you believe that you can't live without her.
I hope you're happy.
I hope you don't fall apart.
I hope you're happy.
I hope she breaks your worthless heart.
poem by Samantha Ashley
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Barely rhymed sonnet: Love and Law
The universe, a single act of love,
it’s said; and ever so, then, must remain;
is never other; has no place for hate,
save in the minds and hearts of less than men..
the universe, a single, lawful law;
from which all laws emerge, as reason does;
emerge as justice, in those laws observed;
and known and lived, a promise of true bliss;
may we, then, share a single, wholesome view
in which the love of law, and law of love
rest warm in heart and bright in eye and mind,
and meet to know this mercy from above?
Thus live as the Creator’s mind – a prayer
I barely dare; yet hope That heart to share..
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Sonnet: The Book of Life
I clasped the Book of Life onto my chest!
O God, I pray to never give it up;
And as I read I know it is the best,
As God empties my Life’s most bitter-cup.
O God, Let wisdom me emancipate;
Let foolish desires not fill my mind;
O protect me from crimes, men perpetrate;
My peace of mind in Thee alone, I find.
Let fortitude afill my mind and heart,
Through which alone comes wisdom that I seek;
Let follow prudence/ temperance/ thinking-art;
A mind and heart that remains humble/ meek.
The Bible gives me all my wisdom God,
To live a virtuous life, spared from Thy rod!
poem by John Celes
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0004 M i n d
and mind might ask,
why then are brain cells gray? Is it
because the world is just
so wonderful, that they, stunned
and amazed, cannot decide
which colour to praise first?
(Mix all the colours of the paints,
and the result is gray.)
or is it because they feel themselves
so dull in comparison
with the miracle which is creation,
the miracle they (miracles themselves) , faithful, serve?
(Mix all the colours of the spectrum,
and the result is white.)
or is it, because they know
their work lies between ultimates
such as (do they themselves
call them this?) black,
and white? do they know
their work is equity –
to balance all things, so that gray is not gray
as we use gray for worldly metaphor; but
the gray of lakes at peace;
of silver that lives in itself,
needing no sun but its own innerness;
mercury that is moved but longs
to be united in a perfect sphere;
gray of clouds that know
the blessings that they hold;
and, the shining gray of mind -
for which gray hair is living metaphor,
the wisdom which life holds in store for you -
as how many poets, this moment round the world,
are joining new electric paths of thought between
these tiny, great gray worm-like cells which hide, compact,
their vast and inner space which spins out eager words
of metaphor, for that so nameless,
boundless, dazzling spectrum,
the radiant space of self?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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My Mind....My child
Sometimes laughing....
Without stopping
Causes some throbbing...
My mind is my child!
Threatens me like enemy....
Having lots of alibies
Making me feel sorry....
My mind is my child!
Reluctunt for exercise...
Abundunt shows of laziness
Fighting with routines....
My mind is my child!
Looking at guys and guls....
Awesome for gulps....
And else...and else...
My mind is my child!
Looking always for comforts...
Cajolling also a part...
Sleeps at the dark...
With the sounds of my heart...!
My mind is my child!
My mind is my child!
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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Gone Is Inspiration
A thought!
A blurry thought in my head
and my pen is full of ink
I am dry,
I am sore
I can't channel my soul
before the words of my heart
would seep right through my
fingers
and possess my pen
but now I am blank
I am dry,
I am empty again
I hate the times when
my mind is still
and still I cannot channel
the artistry in me
the flame of inspiration
has died out
I am cold
I am stuck
my brain is paused
why is this so?
Pages beg
to be written on
keys plead for me to type
stories linger within
waiting for me
to give them life
but i cannot
I am frozen
and so are my words
so is the rhythm
the rhyme
the floetry
of my poetry
has flown off into
the sky
and with the birds
go my words
And I am here,
I am dry
Gone is inspiration!
poem by Upile Chisala
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