Best Rationally Poems
Illusion illuminated instantly
Reality realized… rationally
Nature noticed normally
Vision vitalized vibrantly
Life lived… laudably
As I see it there is no cure
Meds can help that's for sure
But meds can make things alot worse
Mental health is a real bad curse
The meds will help you sleep at night
Or even help you fight or flight
The effects may damage your internal store
Kidneys livers even more
I know this at first hand
So join me on this awareness stand
I stand here totally med free
Trying to think rationally
Its about trapped memories
We must search for the keys
The only way to rid this fear
Process the memory shed a tear
To process the memory we must go back
Get the processor back on track
Its a complex piece of machinery
It's called the brain can't you see
They talk of trauma and incidents
Put it in the box sounds magnificent
The filing cabinet is over flowing
PTSD just keeps on growing
So relax and ground yourself
Another winner in mental health
Do this and return from hell
Use sight,touch, sound and even smell
Bring yourself out of the dark place
Look around for the friendly face
Open up and talk it through
This victory does belong to you
Many types of help out there
A lot of family and friends do care
Don't try to fight it on your own
The black dog has just grown
Try the doctors or self refer
You need help that's for sure
Once in the system your tool box is bigger
Hit the black dog with the big yellow digger
He will never totally disappear
You will be stronger have no fear
When he raises his ugly head
Your strength will put him back to bed
I am referring to therapy
Non intrusive just you see
It's not for everyone I do know
But surely it is worth a go
Finally I will just say
Take every day
DAY BY DAY
Stay strong and remain positive
You've deserved the right to live
How do I explain
That my emotions are painful
That happiness is euphoria
That anger is blinded rage
That love borders obsession
How do I explain
That my emotions are my enemy
That sadness is suicidal thoughts
That pain is an agonizing fire that consumes me
That emotions are a hurricane
That merged with a tornado and tear away at my body from the inside out
And eventually, reach the people around me
How do I explain
That my actions aren’t always under my control
That the only thing I can feel
Without wanting to break
Is the pain of my own doing
How do I explain
That everyone leaves when I break
Because if you’re in my vicinity
And don’t head my warnings to leave me alone
I lash out with hurtful words and actions
That’ll hurt and break you down
Only for me to regret them soon after
And take it all out on myself
How do I explain
That being alone when I don’t want to be
Turns into an intense battle
A vicious war with myself
To not break and lash out at the ones I love
And to instead remember to stop and breathe
To process reality rationally
How do I explain
That I can’t do things like everyone else
That the simplest task
Become a life or death situation
That it makes me want to scream
How do I explain
That my mind is broken
And I hope you don’t leave
Because the monsters in me are terrible
And I’m still learning to control them
How do I explain
That I fear the love I’m shown
Even though I crave it
That part of me trusts the people close to me
And another part can’t believe a word they tell me
Tell me how do I explain
The mind that is ruled by different personalities
That all feel the pain of a single disorder
That’s so stigmatized by the world
How do I explain
Borderline Personality Disorder
"In the theory of personality, the conscious mind consists of
everything inside of our awareness. This is the aspect of our
mental processing that we can think and talk about rationally.
Quote by _Sigmund Freud
After birth our bodies are aging,
slowly ... but by forty we notice the changes:
with cells and with bones a war is raging.
We notice that our muscles have less ranges;
we have bothersome metacarpals and phalanges !
Oh, each of us have lived life in chapters.
with ups and downs we are a constant changing book:
experience make us good adapters.
We just float ... flowing along like a forest brook;
and know real truth from just silly gobbledygook !
All through life there is constant awareness,
it ebbs and flows ... changing and we see ourselves:
and hopefully our unique rareness.
Never let your life gather dust like books on shelves,
be aware ... encourage others to help themselves !
To be aware is to know who you are,
your thoughts, dreams, character traits and even your flaws:
oh, be aware of this world ... close and far.
When upset don't get angry and bring out the claws;
be aware, step back, take a breath and a long pause !
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May 10, 2023
Poetry/Quintain (English)/Screen Of Awareness
Copyright Protected, ID 05-1546-378-10
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, Screen Of Awareness
sponsor, Unseeking Seeker, Judged 05/26/2023
Eighth Place
We act.
Rationally or irrationally,
logically or at random,
often intuitively.
Wise is he who considers first
the consequences of his actions.
For we do fashion our destiny,
like it or not. Then we complain,
a futility of whining,
nitpicking trivialities
fashioned by our own hand.
We oft do wrong:
For which we pay.
Then
we blame our God,
we blame our devil,
we never blame ourselves.
Society loves immorality,
it is food for the ingenious,
served so well by a mediocre media.
The gift of wisdom,
the discerning of what is right
is trampled underfoot,
much to our later dismay.
No one faces lost love rationally,
forgoing all their romantic notions.
For confusion confounds reality,
when running a gauntlet of emotions.
Doubt anonymously attacks with guile,
its impact devastating to dreamers.
And fears flourish on the remains of trust,
disrupting slumber with nightmare screamers.
You've been fed a concoction of lies,
a highly emotional, potent mix.
And you're no longer able to forgive,
shielding your heart behind a wall of bricks.
Wallowing in your pain, you shun support,
as fantasies conceived in love, abort.
For them.
To her the word love refers to a boy.
Something she yearns for and misses dearly.
The day they met was cold and fraught with January chill.
“Oh, that does seem so long ago.”
That is the untarnished memory she replays over and over again when events in her life go array.
Back then it was tangible and real, their lives together had not been succumb to so much misery and woe.
They have triumphed, failed, and even caused each other more pain than can be imagined; But through it all they always walked the path together, holding each others hand.
She loves him unconditionally and for that some people cant understand but love needs no excuses, certainly not for them.
She adores him for working so hard, slaving to the man trying to base a future and a plan for them, but she feels guilty that their small American dream over the years has always led down a dead end.
With today’s hard times she knows they are not to blame, but still her idol hands carry burden with them.
A plot of land, a small farm, and a home to call their own so they may grow old.
that’s all the pair desire.
He loves her to, a thought that at times is unfathomable.
He admires her dreams, even if they are bigger than the world and never distills fear in her that they wont one day come true. She thinks ill rationally and believes in things as a child would, but this merely makes him smile at her spontaneous outlook.
To him she is like a wild bee, searching ferociously for something.
At times he doesn’t think she will ever find it, that’s why its so hard to see her cry.
Life hasn’t been fair for them.
It’s a tragic book that just keeps reading on.
But they muscle through living on their dream and knowing that as long as they have each other, everything will be alright.
And as they drive home to their house with no walls, catching glimpses of each other in their ratty car they don’t feel so alone.
Behind those blue eyes, she will be forever nineteen to him and to her, as she gazes into his brown large pupils; the boy she knows has grown into a man and at that moment they know, one day all the sacrifices they have made will pay off.
July 25 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Ecclesiastes 9-12
Key Verse – Ecclesiastes 9:7… God now accepteth thy works.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR ACCEPTING OUR WORKS
Praise be to God for accepting our works that are:
Righteously worthy by His mercy
Responsibly watched with His might
Rationally wrought well along His means
Rendered wisely through His Word and miracles
Rejoicingly wondrous along winsome ways midst His marvels
Ecclesiastes 10:2 Praise be to the Lord for
giving us a wise heart as we:
Testify about His gearing goad for growth’s glow
Trust His guidance and governance
Thank His guarding gentleness
Toil along His goodness
Triumph in His grace
Ecclesiastes 11:9 Praise be to the Saviour for
enabling us to rejoice in His:
Prosperous progress with His peace
Powerful presence and protection
Purposive promises of provisions
Perfect plan by His providence
Priceless and precious person
Ecclesiastes 12:1 Praise be to the Almighty for
charging us to remember Him, our Creator in the:
Days of our youth
Demands of our yoke
Duties of our yearnings
Determination of our yes
Delightfulness of our yields. Amen!
July 25, 2024
ATLAS SCRUBBED
Let’s all sit down and discuss this rationally
Since it is of import internationally
And hysteria will get us nowhere
So let’s get a few facts clear
First of all, from the first of us to the very last, we are quite frankly,
F*cking up
Wait………… before you fly off the candle
Allow me to defend and amend my statement
What I really meant to say was we are all f*cking up this atmosphere expediently
And exponentially
This is an emergency of preeminent planetary proportions
We are inventing diabolical devices that scar the flesh on the pride of Atlas
And hold our grandchildren hostage to a hoard of hedonistic heathens
Who mar the face of even Mars
As if f*cking up the earth forever isn’t near enough
Perhaps I’m not making myself clear enough
We don’t hold our environment dear enough
And flocks of flagrant fools don’t hear enough
As the magma is moaning
And the crust is turning to dust
Because countless millions of mindless men decline to design what they must know
For absolute sure………..
that there is an absolute cure
But men don't listen and will come to rue what must eventually come to pass
Because their all f*cking this f*cking planet straight up the f*cking ass
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I pledge allegiance to each self-loving, self-made individual
Whose sole need of men is force-free profitable trade,
Who judges aims and acts with his own thinking mind
And stands proud to receive judgment, sure and unafraid.
I pledge allegiance to the state of individual rights,
The law-bound republic of only private property---
Private flesh and thoughts and lands and tools and lives,
Where each man holds the wheel of self-responsibility.
I pledge allegiance to the rationally selfish self,
And to the happiness on earth that each may find;
And I pledge totally against the death-blow evils of altruism---
Communism, socialism, fascism, religion and environmentalism.
I pledge allegiance to life---human life above all other--
Actual life above potential---fact above wishing.
I pledge allegiance to me; yes, to me I pledge allegiance;
With myself and by myself and to myself, I pledge allegiance.
I wonder how long it will take to be great.
I wonder will my people ever be safe.
I wonder what happens to the boy who prays every day.
I wonder what happens to the man who takes people life away.
**** I even wonder about the circumstance I’m in,
I use to get in trouble wondering if neighbors were going to turn me in.
Stomach still rumbling, wondering if this change gone save me again.
I wonder if you really know the struggles of brave men.
Nothing can contain you, but the man said a cage can at the station sho’ damn can,
I wonder who is going to save him.
They say “don’t wonder.. think like this,
You shouldn't have a mind of your own think like this ".
And we shake our heads no but we take one sip.
You said you was walking in sin just until you bought one crib.
I wonder if the bible had a urban version would people read it.
I wonder if the pastors of churches end service early just to speak to Jesus.
Or did service end early for different reasons.
I wonder if the pastor getting a new car since it’s a different season.
I wonder why people so scared to talk.
I wonder how many black people called MLK before the million man march like "I’m scared to walk".
I wonder how many people aint scared at all
I wonder if you know the reason why you didn't make it to the top is because you scared to fall.
I wonder why people don't chase their dreams, they just walk with reality.
I wonder why people always stuck on their iPod but scream to our god when it’s a tragedy.
I know you would probably laugh at me, but understand this not even half of me
God walks with me you can sense his presence but can’t grab his feet.
I wonder how many human beings think rationally.
I wonder how many people never prayed to their majesty and wonder why they not living happily.
I wonder will our generation ever rise above and say look who I become.
But I aint dumb, we can say the war is over but they turn around and put their silencers on their guns.
It’s so confusing, it’s hard being black, educated, and separated from the roads everybody choosing.
I wonder if I can ever stop wondering, the bus back home is coming in, and I’m fumbling thinking how I can make us one again....
This is for my dearest wife Cathie
Who MOTHERS me every DAY of the year
But the moment I have to wear diapers
Is when I can no longer live here
If she places me in an old people's home
Won't be upset or hold a big grudge
Though I'll no longer be able to think rationally
Sure hope she brings me some fudge
In closing I'd just like to comfort her
Wow, forgot what was I about to confess
Oops! It's time to change my diapers again
So far I can still clean my own mess!
© Jack Ellison 2013
Blunt bombastic poems, showing sanguinity of the soul,
through freedom of speech,
With craftsmanship, demonstrating natural poetic rhythm that will outreach,
These words prior to now, have been put into a rhyme, but are not all mine,
You know who you are, Far away and close, also…
What follows, is the answer to a question you have asked,
“What does it mean to teach”?
Most importantly, UNDERSTANDING is needed, giving access to higher abilities,
A biological facility,
with wisdom and caution when it comes to content you firmly want to present,
So to reach the best concepts, for me to eventually accept as accepted, in time,
Found within the subconscious,
but typically,
the conscious mind is distracted by society, so it’s beached,
Stuck like a whale, unavailable to sail the whole ocean,
I explored this area in slow motion,
Once unaware of it, but now mindful so I continue to beseech it,
I’m not naturally a person who would write this,
I’ve rationally studied,
used conceptual techniques to tweak tactics that are not weak,
Continued in part two.................
Quincy Mac
Date Written: 12.6.2016
The dimensions of a human mind
Encompasses the vast universe in itself
Everyone of the humankind is indeed
A unique experiment in consciousness.
Then why are we bounded by norms
Welded by rules guided by forms
Moulded to be just like the other
Leaving the individual soul in a smother.
Killing the very element of existence
That gives us our own originality
A distinct feature, a cut out personality
Consisting of our virtues and fallibility
Is it not necessary? Think rationally
That we need to together celebrate individuality.
'Twas two old men from Greece, is said;
Who sold two bottles of potion.
One was logic, pure and simple-
The other was pure emotion.
What bitter rivals they were
Both persuasive in their way,
Each believed his potion best-
The battle would often sway:
"Mine is more refined,
And truth the only good;
While mine can be explained,
Emotion never could."
To which the other replied:
"Not everyone's a scholar,
Not everyone is golden.
When men do not understand,
They simply do not listen."
"Truth is not the only good,
And be my end as just-
To arouse and quell emotion,
Is an effective leader's must."
To which the other replied:
"But what of the damage done
By the hands of one unjust?
Manipulating men like beasts,
And trained by you, I trust?"
"Men must learn to reason;
To know the truth of things,
To think only rationally,
To envision the good it brings."
To which the other replied:
"Life without emotion
Is a sorry end, indeed!
A tasteless life of logic
Would surely end our breed."
"Emotion may not rule you,
If logic be your boast.
Yet, to taste the taste of life-
Emotion is your host."
The two old men from Greece, is said;
Had soonafter passed away.
Neither had conquered the other-
Both potions were here to stay.
'Twas a second generation pupil,
Of the logician I might note;
Drew swallows from both potions,
And this is what he wrote;
"Logic pure and simple
Is good for you, 'tis true.
Yet, this one has no taste;
'Tis hard to swallow, too."
"The other, pure emotion,
Is pleasing to the taste;
And I cannot explain why-
I downed it in such haste."
The pupil then concluded,
"Neither one should stand alone."
He proceeded with a mixture
Of thoughts he wanted shown.
"Three parts of the logic,
To one of emotion.
For logic is the greater good-
Emotion is the motion."
He tasted from his potion,
A taste both common and good.
As emotion related to reason,
The logic was understood.
His potion stands the test of time,
Only fools put down his bottle,
Thoughts are better balanced-
When you drink from Aristotle.