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I Am Here To Represent My Mind

Im here to represent my mind
Why do we live inside our mind?
Never wish for the wrong
You could've had it for long

Already things happen aside
Put you off place- rocksteady decide
Long stride to get whats in need
Only chance there is to succeed

I reason with the morals of ghosts
Use my knowledge as a tool
Plauged by many worthy hosts
Anti-segregational rule

His face is shadowed
He lurches his steps
An existance perceived to the greatest of depths
Materializing thoughts
The tangible crusade
Generations develop, change and then fade

Concepts in concepts- beautiful concepts
Concepts in concepts- dutiful concepts
Uprooting concepts, relating to indepth
Making you a metaphor, exposing the real depth

poem by Bradley Downs
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Atrue Raod Is Not Manifested But Seen Through Experienced Wisdom In Time Of Democrative Wilderness

noises coming out of jealousy, autistic indifference and unacknowledged
and traumatic rudeness
a strayed dog in time of war and peace
a road to freedom leading to democrative moon is seen through
day and night.
A map of concepts distilled with snow queen.
A map of concepts distilled with snow queen.
A map of concepts distilled with snow queen.
A map of concepts distilled with snow queen.
A map of concepts distilled with snow queen.

poem by Nyein Way
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Intuition and concepts constitute... the elements of all our knowledge, so that neither concepts without an intuition in some way corresponding to them, nor intuition without concepts, can yield knowledge.

quote by Immanuel Kant
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It may, however, be said that the level of experience to which concepts are inapplicable cannot yield any knowledge of a universal character, for concepts alone are capable of being socialized.

quote by Muhammed Iqbal
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Hence it happens that one takes words for concepts, and concepts for the things themselves.

quote by Johann G. Hamann
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We coin concepts and we use them to analyse and explain nature and society. But we seem to forget, midway, that these concepts are our own constructs and start equating them with reality.

quote by Abdolkarim Soroush
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I also think we need to maintain distinctions - the doctrine of creation is different from a scientific cosmology, and we should resist the temptation, which sometimes scientists give in to, to try to assimilate the concepts of theology to the concepts of science.

quote by John Polkinghorne
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We must learn to tailor our concepts to fit reality, instead of trying to stuff reality into our concepts.

quote by Victor Daniels
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No Fear

What things would you do if you weren't afraid?
How differently would you live your life,
Supposing your ambitions weren't delayed
By your worries and consequential strife?
Think about whatever you could achieve
In discovering the moments around
You; allowing them to fasten and weave
Into a tapestry of time well-found.
Think of the experiences you could
Have, if only you would make them exist.
Imagine the concepts to be understood—
The concepts you would have otherwise missed.
Consider, for once, every regret
You would never even need to forget.

poem by Tim Stensloff
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I Should Have Worded The Question Differently

Angry?
Don't be foolish.
Why would I be angry?
Of course I'm not angry.
I don't know why you would even think that of me.

Do I look like the kind that would mind,
Someone stealing my ideas and concepts...
To claim them as their own?

'To be honest...
I really wouldn't know.
Every time I've seen you,
You've had that laughing mask on...
Covering your face from the day we met.'

Well...
Maybe you are right.
I hadn't thought about that.

I should have worded the question differently.

Does my 'voice' sound as if I would be the kind,
That would mind someone stealing my ideas and concepts...
To claim them as their own?

'No not at all.
But I do wonder why,
Your fists stayed balled up the way they do?
Is that normal?
Were you born that way? '

No.
It's my way of processing thoughts.
My doctor says it is a nervous condition.
Don't let it bother you.
I'm taking medication.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All our thoughts and concepts are called up by sense-experiences and have a meaning only in reference to these sense-experiences. On the other hand, however, they are products of the spontaneous activity of our minds they are thus in no wise logical consequences of the contents of these sense-experiences. If, therefore, we wish to grasp the essence of a complex of abstract notions we must for the one part investigate the mutual relationships between the concepts and the assertions made about them for the other, we must investigate how they are related to the experiences.

quote by Albert Einstein
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Waiting For Lightning...

what if i loved you,
and you didnt know my name.
is the distance between us real?
what if the barriers were just concepts,
and the concepts fear?
what if my lips moved,
and you only felt thunder?

what if i wanted you,
would the shadows freeze?
the snow on your lips tastes of death!
what if the wind moaned,
and the whole house shook?
what if you stood on the ledge,
with no way to return!

what if i needed you,
would i turn to find you there?
not merely waiting for death!
do i have to set the fire,
and burn down the house?
are you waiting for lightning...
or can you hear my voice?

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Concepts Of God Differ

across the entire earth
across all earth oceans
sky sun moon are one
God creator of life is one

God is one
but human cultures
concepts
of understanding

are many
civilizations
differing across
distance time

concepts
of God differ within
each unique
individual human heart

snow flakes
each heart
mind identifies
appreciates

God or not
through filters
love virtue
or echo dross

life defining
measured weight
of each human
heart's soul estate

poem by Terence George Craddock
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T'was the Night Prior to the Real Nightmare

Failed concepts...
Are diminishing by the minute.
And those who are in it,
Have to sit and finish them off!

T'was the night prior to the real nightmare.
People were sunbathing without a thought or care!
Mockings of inner city people were good and well done!
And out of the blue,
Bird doo hit the head of someone,
And he became startled, baffled and stunned!
Was that the bird of truth?
His nervousness begun!

People stopped listening to him like they should.
He sent in fresh missionaries to keep the 'hood' good!
He took away the alcohol from his kids...
Took away their weapons,
Although they had some hid from him they did!

He spoke to his pastor...
Who was also his lawyer,
Banker and baker of his bread!
He didn't know what to say,
About his dread.

And it was dreadful!

He tried his best,
To provide for everyone.
By selling the land,
Running it!
And racking up bills as he ran,
As far as he could from reality!

And now he wants to be perceived,
As the one most willing...
To piece together a portrait of universal love!
And this...
Will be yet another,
Failed concept!
Laid out on the table....
From a chair he sits that is much too big!

Failed concepts...
Are diminishing by the minute.
And those who are in it,
Have to sit and finish them off!

Failed concepts...
Are diminishing by the minute.
And those who are in it...
Are no closer to an exit,
Than the first exit plan they claim...
Would win the game!

Failed concepts...
Are diminishing by the minute.
And those who are in it
Must do something quick,
Or sit and be finished off!

T'was the night prior to the real nightmare...
People were sunbathing without a thought,
And none dared to care.
Until out of no where...
Strange Beings appeared.
With pierced skin and tattoos from toe to ear.
They were quite drugged,
And their focus wasn't clear.
But they began to stalk...
In growing numbers.
Surrounding those...
In numbing fear!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Innovative Steps

There is no way to protect,
One's original creations...
From acts of theft.

And yet those who achieve,
Remarkable success...
In the plagiarizing of another's best,
Eventually find themselves...
Less motivated when it becomes detected,
They have abilities to follow.
And not from themselves,
Take innovative steps.

And...
A thought to express with originality,
They have yet to experience...
A delivery like that without assistance.

Right now they search,
Through other authors' works...
To re-arrange concepts,
They did not first achieve.

Although they wish others to believe...
They have been blessed to be creators.
Masking the fact...
They only have ambitions to thieve.
For them this is creating with ease.
With a hope for acceptance and notoriety.

'Who do you refer to? '

Those stimulated by imitation.
With beliefs they flatter,
By the stealing of concepts...
To achieve centerstage status.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Now Amongst Us

What will they do,
With beliefs no longer relevant?
What thoughts will they think...
When they had few from the start.
Concepts of realities are going to change,
So quick!
What was relied upon to defend...
Is ending a falsity 'asumed' as legitimate!
With aliens crossing borders,
And landing in backyards...
People aren't prepared for these events,
Descending and coming down upon them hard!
Too many folks are seeing UFO's...
As common as lies to them are told!
And how we all arrived on this planet...
Is about to change historic episodes,
And many will be lost to comprehend...
Left crazed in a daze to understand it!
What will they do,
With beliefs no longer relevant?
What thoughts will they think...
When they had few from the start.
Concepts of realities are going to change,
So quick!
Many will be traumatized...
To learn we are powerless,
Against those of advanced minds...
Now amongst us that have arrived to visit!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bug

There've been times that I wander
And times that I don't
Concepts I'll ponder
And concepts I won't ever see
God is not one of these
Former or latter
Which did you think I meant
It doesn't matter to me
Bug
It doesn't matter
(Don't need it)
Bug
It doesn't matter
(Don't need it)
Bug
It doesn't matter
(Overrated)
Overrated
Gold in my hand
In a country pool
Standing and waving
The rain, wind on the runway
Spending or saving
Credit or debt
Which did you think I meant
Nothing I see can be taken from me

song performed by by Phish
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Concepts of Success

If you are stressed,
And at times depressed!
With thoughts self defeating
From a beating you digest.
Perhaps you should relax!
Give your mind a rest!
Chances are you suffer...
During thoughts 'infested'
With concepts of success!

Let go of comparisons,
To others and what they have!
Chances are everything they own
Is rented, leased with or without...
Something that keeps them feeling sad!
If you are happy and glad,
To be just who you are...
Your star shines much brighter,
Than those pretending they are better
Than anything you 'really' are!

Concepts of success,
Can distract someone who is blessed!
Many have not achieved that at all.
And they spend much time...
Trying to keep hidden a mess,
Kept concealed in their hearts...
For fear of sharing with you,
What they are too afraid to confess!

They are locked into images...
And spending every waking moment,
Doing their best
Wishing to impose
An impression they are hoping,
Remains in the minds exposed...
To trinkets that are flaunted,
With price tags still shown on clothes!
And there are so many of them,
'High and fixed'
Blissed to sit with lives committed...
On an ego overdose!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Egg to Hen Poem

At first hard cover
Inside a
fluidity of identity
atomic alchemy
Boxing ring can be the hard holder of disciplinary existence
Break free, whether it is true or false to touch the sky of the true base of humanity no humiliated conceptualization process but the birth if the eye is the eye
if not blindness of life can happen it is an adventure of life, go for it
Shaping form and colours first, then conditioned concepts and innate concepts encounter life
sound and voice, the smallest units of human language
the hard holder asks the fluidity of the existing identity
what is the purpose of your life?
how would you end your life?
Form is now clear and idea is evolving out of complexity
Like a poem with possessing vehicle of predetermined destiny

poem by Nyein Way
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Seekers Of Mirror Realities

To write
based upon
what a person

does not know
or understand

is not wise
if realism
and reality

is perceived
as a primal goal
to express

profound
thoughts ideas
concepts.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Slick Sickening Shtick

Don't talk to me about your concepts of God.
Or part time faith,
You rarely use.
How can you say what it is you believe in...
When you have many issues,
Packed on your back with baggage too!

Don't praise His name and raise your concerns.
What from your prayers have you really learned?
And it's not luck that comes to those who are blessed.
God is working in their lives.
While you...
With your weak beliefs,
Think God only listens
When you recite from biblical text!

Don't talk to me about your concepts of God.
Or quote from scriptures memorized to spew!
The depths of your understanding,
Is not deep at all!
If that is quite obvious to me...
What do you think God does,
When He hears from you?
With your shallow insights,
Brewed and simming in materialistic calls!
Moaning about something you can't undo!

As if God delivers from a shopping mall!
There to accept returns of purchases,
You don't like!
And 'may' have worn!
To some social function,
Adorned the night before right up until dawn!

You can 'try' to manipulate me!
But everything done,
God knows what it is we do!
And foolish you are...
To think of God as a tool,
To use and abuse!
These lessons are learned.
Apparently not by you!

One day you will open your eyes and see...
Nothing God has made was done accidently.
Do you know the meaning of blasphemy?
I suggest you absorb the meaning quick.
Since God is getting tired of your nonsense!
And all of your slick sickening shtick!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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