Discipline Fresh Minds
submit not to mindless
religious chants
discipline fresh minds
with mysteries
of universal constants
explore thoughts
rational observances
expose rash errors
embrace discoveries
free entombed minds
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Each generation writes off earlier errors as the result of bad thinking, of less able minds--and then confidently embarks on making fresh errors of its own.
Michael Crichton in Prey
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Inner Conflict
The only ones offended...
And pretend they have a right,
To fight against and defend
Expressions that lend themselves
To expose feelings felt without pretence.
They themselves keep fenced...
Intensed!
Are those who sit with inner conflict!
Their sickness is in their minds.
And will not be found in mine!
This freedom to explore possibilities...
Is an option not to be entrapped,
By those wrapped up within!
Their limitations are not sought,
To provide an end to my thoughts!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So Fresh Are These Days of Awareness That Come
Fresh are these days of awareness.
The spicing done to fantasies,
Seem totally ridiculous.
Escaping exits to explore escapades...
Are closing down in minds,
For those who had found themselves entwined!
Oh,
So fresh are these days of awareness that come.
A stinging stung that's felt,
Nearly by everyone.
And those who sing the blues,
Had other choices...
But they refused.
Deciding to keep their minds completely fixed.
To a way of life,
With standards and values today quickly nixed.
Wishing now they had kept things simple.
But consumed they are with bitterness.
With others like them...
Who have been deceived and tricked!
Oh,
So fresh are these days of awareness that come.
A stinging stung that's felt,
Nearly by everyone.
The spicing done to fantasies,
Seem totally ridiculous.
Escaping exits to explore escapades...
Are closing down in minds,
For those who had found themselves entwined!
And a whistling is heard!
Coming from those who kept their eyes opened.
Observing reality for what it is!
Now they watch those disturbed.
Those who sit stubbornly...
With hopes their delusions maintained,
Will someday again...
With the aid of false prayer,
By them who dare...
To display a sudden faith.
Be served to end the reality of their heartache.
But where were they...
When the earth began to shake?
To awaken those from their sleep.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The heartless
Are the heartless but those who have no hearts?
Are the mindless but those who have no minds?
Others too who prove themselves useless
Notwithstanding their massive hearts and minds.
05.05.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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What our leaders and pundits never let slip is that the terrorists - whatever else they might be - might also be rational human beings; which is to say that in their own minds they have a rational justification for their actions.
quote by William Blum
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Men's minds must be free, and that means the minds of all, not the minds of a select few.
quote by Mary Barnett Gilson
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An Unknown Flows From Poets
An unknown flows from poets.
Stirring to bestow,
An insight from within them that grows.
Imaginations connecting thoughts.
Bringing to behold fresh concepts.
And interpretating simplicity...
With such a wit and depth one sees.
Respecting language and its use.
Seductively introducing minds,
To explore other avenues produced...
A poet finds to induce in time.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mind Food
Mind food collects in my stomach,
And so I am an esper, the powerful one,
Who injects beliefs into disillusioned minds
For the spirits I request.
It takes a kilo year, a thousand years,
To abstain from powers so great,
Like a needler in the head and mind;
It needs too much mind food.
Minds of intelligence can grok, and spill
Valuable thoughts as well.
Minds need to be understood by scars
That feed into other minds - this is my religion.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Verdicts~
Voices of truth always take notes
While judgements embrace their release
Mysteries of unknown origins
Move in this labyrinth, never to cease;
Margins of grey area's meet in the middle
Much as strangers of an unreal dream
Running naked with reckless abandon
Witnesses celebrate the fabric of life's torn seams;
A jury of peers comes back with a verdict:
It was a guiltless collision of minds
Set free to dance again, with the wind
Free-the unfathomed harbingers of crime! ;
poem by Theodora Onken
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Observances
Some will disagree,
With my observances...
As with my eyes have seen them to be!
And justified as my feelings are...
And can be.
I realize they have been closer to me,
Than any opinions given near and far.
And observances come to affect...
The one that is closer to being influenced,
By the affect of them in introspect!
And best to describe with feeling...
And not with just eyes to inspect.
And left to reject and/or criticize!
Since I do not have a judgement to pass!
My observances are within me!
And within me these observances will last!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thoughts Descend
Thoughts descend,
They come down
From the world unexplored;
In the forms of waves,
Purple, pink or black
Or winged birds:
Twittering sparrows,
Cooing doves or pigeons,
Or singing nightingales,
And sometimes they fall
Like stones hurling down.
Thoughts that soar near are captured
By the minds,
Some are spoken, some are penned
And become the record,
While the un-captured return behind
To the origin.
Innocent plain minds
Capture magnificent thoughts,
But the murky minds magnetize
Sable ones wherefrom sprout
The boughs of violence and odium
That transform the world
Into a place of turmoil.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Minds eye solatium pt.1
Isolation, my solatium,
forever more the vagrant,
compensation, revelation,
of things that seem so vacant,
suspension in reality,
in exile, but awake,
entombed within my minds eye,
levitating on the lake.
Reach in to retrieve the answer
and pull the inside out,
the question is redundant
and the words never amount,
the boundaries of existence
are opaque and make no sound,
look down upon my minds eye,
from just above the ground.
A journey through subconscious
to a world that's retrospect,
endeavour to endure the path
that time will soon collect,
for if you reach the destination
known by precious few,
you'll come to see my minds eye,
in the haunted morning view.
The figments congregate,
as if expecting some illusion
and treat the interruption
as a cardinal intrusion,
their silence screams the loudest voice
and lasts a hundred years,
you'll pray for deaf in my minds eye,
where skies are nowhere near.
So now you've seen this place
can you conceive a mundane vision,
or does your sense of caution
force an ill-advised recession,
for all i ask is that you know
the meaning of this code,
and rest within my minds eye,
to repay the secrets sowed...
to become the cruces ode.
poem by Ashley Shannon
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Nothing Else On Their Minds
People frequently ask me,
What it is I do.
And these comments may come,
From those who make claims they know...
Everything about me too.
With a few wishing fresh news to scandalize.
You know the kind?
The ones unbelieving spending time,
Doing something one can not define...
Highly unlikely.
And one who confesses this,
Has to be a liar!
And...
Achieves nothing tangible.
Yet loving to do it over and over again,
For more than fifty years...
Is for many incredibly suspicious.
Since no one from their point of view,
Does this.
And to become devoted to it...
Leaves many who do not have this type of discipline,
Occupying gutter thoughts about what it is that gets done.
And where?
You konw the kind?
The ones with nothing else on their minds...
But sleaze.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Freedom
As long as you accept
To be treated this way...
To be enslaved…
They will never grant freedom.
For their hearts are still foolish
And their minds childish…
Just as a child needs to be disciplined
In order to be good,
Small souls are in need of the same.
But spiritual discipline.
Discipline solely of the body,
Brings no wisdom.
Therefore…
When we care for ourselves
And leave cynicism of love behind,
Relearning what it is…
And how it truly feels…
We can reclaim our minds
And demand the freedom to use it.
Demand freedom.
And to not carry contradiction,
Do not support the oppressors.
Sacrifice during transition,
And you, along with all others,
Will be rewarded.
Mother Nature awaits.
Patiently, it awaits our return.
poem by Erica Borges
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Minds Life Veil Secrets Seeking
yes both knowledge and beauty
can be the cause of pain and bliss
decade upon decade fermenting
in minds life veil secrets seeking
nature spoke in high mountains
even rocks spoke seasons stories
weather whispered seasons secrets
skies begged mind swim in thoughts
a fool philosopher parchment mutters
few souls will ever think in originals
will even have three original thoughts
not even one thought unique expresses
poet sings come share my melodies
written in bliss upon summer days
are life meaning multiple universes
dive from cliff faces into cool waters
bliss experiences free fall in minds
eager to hear nature's songs teaching
mind to think heart to bleed mysteries
sown into all DNA choice code lives
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Freed...
freed from having to eat only
twice a day,
from having to walk for a day
just to learn to read in school
from fetching water five mountains away
from washing my body
in that river where stones are slimy
where accidents are not seldom
from ignorance
and hunger and thirst and
indifference
from a room with triple deck beds
from a rotten dormitory
from teachers with narrow minds
from religious intolerance
from a belief that only we can be saved when this world ends
freed from a belief
that there is an ending to life
that there is only death that makes this life a meaningful stay
freed from the tradition of strong family ties that minds every detail of
how life must be lived
how funerals are conducted
what colors of candles what light is necessary
freed from Spanish rule from English domination
from from brothers of superior minds who think that only they know
where we must go
and stay
freed at last from myself who thinks that there is no more possibility
for growth
freed from an insecure living
freed from all those prisons that still lurk inside my mind
freed at last
from freedom itself
freed from fire and cold
from paradoxes and ironies
freed at last from cliches and constantly invoked metaphors
freed at last from the clutches of words
into the limitless thoughts
into sunless seas
into moonless nights
into inconceivable eternities
freed at last from the nucleus of my atom
into the mysteries of more explosions
mushrooming into space
beyond the bars of my
imagination
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Two Minds Alike
My thoughts they drift from then to now,
Of what has been and what's in store,
So many seasons converge in one,
And from my heart my sorrows pour.
For once we were so very close,
Our thoughts would intertwine as one,
Knowing what the other thought,
Before one word had e'er begun.
Two minds alike, two minds close knit,
Each understanding every muse,
Telepathy between two souls,
Linking together, each sense did fuse.
We never appreciated the gift,
Of connecting with the power of thought,
But squandered it without regard,
And threw it far, as if worth naught.
I miss the connection of our minds,
Wherein we savoured many things,
A closeness that through so many years,
Has vanished forth on angels wings.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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In the first period religious life appears as a form of discipline which the individual or a whole people must accept as an unconditional command without any rational understanding of the ultimate meaning and purpose of that command.
quote by Muhammed Iqbal
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So far as discipline is concerned, freedom means not its absence but the use of higher and more rational forms as contrasted with those that are lower or less rational.
quote by Charles Horton Cooley
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Everywhere They Lead
It is clearly evidenced,
As to which minds are demented.
Which egos are adorned by limitation.
And whose priorities have been affected by insecurity.
Poisoned minds are blocking the strides of progress.
With digressive displays of ignorance.
That hampers those of intelligent intentions...
To deal with the postering of idiots!
It is clearly evidenced,
As to which minds are demented.
Which egos are adorned by limitation.
And whose priorities have been affected by insecurity.
Morons like this,
Have titles and positions all over the place.
And everywhere they 'lead'...
There is left unbelievable confusion.
Just to get around their incompetence,
Leaves those with a thought to think...
Doing their best,
Not to prove they can do it!
And...
To keep themselves as far away as possible,
From the mess the mindless have created.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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