Conscious Poems - Poems about Conscious

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Mind racing with horrid thoughts of this so-called end time not knowing what to believe from all the hearsay floating The chatter has gotten louder no matter the source, true or false has always been the questions with no answer sounding safe to trust. People driving around looking for households items they assume will run out of...

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I starve your attention Aphrodite, Without you, I am never content, My heart’s unwavering God of love Curse me, poison my grateful soul, Harbor my destruction, create me anew, I am addicted to the web you woven, I am conscious of being a prey, I choose, All I want is to be together with you…...

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I want you to know I care, That it gets hard out there, Stay vigilant and aware, Look towards the light, Make sure your love stays bright, Even throughout the souls' dark night. You'll never fall down, If you know your, - ------------------------ Conscious holds the crown, ?? - ----------------------- Am I tripping? Or is humanity slipping? It's faith twitching, Switching, Flipping to agendas it's fitting. Fear stitching, It's way...

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Looking in the mirror as I get ready for my day believing in myself to create the life I desire to live ...

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Best food to eat Lot greens, lil meat More fruits I get....

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Sending, receiving, a day-to-day living With all bits and pieces that look quite alike Once you step back, there’s no sign of retrieving As if your body and mind went on strike It isn’t much different kind of existence Everything goes, as it used to, although Something is missing, or put on a distance Which is in practice the same, as you...

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Sometimes he sleeps in the news He's naked sometimes he reads Without a clue he's unconscious ~ Sometime because he's physical Sometimes he breathes yet He doesn't breathe he's excited Uncomprehensible Conscious- ~ So he speaks words to come out of his mouth Those the words you speak ~ Are either life or death He speaks what he see Yet...

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In the search for the meaning of life, we are born in the shadow of conscious death, An echo of the spirit, of our introspective and questioning gaze, Under the weight of the end, we weave religions and philosophies like spider webs, In which the thread of our life extends, like the light of a falling star. But the...

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We want to look young Ginseng for anti-aging Flower that sprung....

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All over is the same, we scratch each other's, that is the game. We kill logic, hard truth, wisdom and opinion, we don't feel any shame. We break our conscious like a horse and live like a lame. (11.08.2023)...

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Requiem for Henry and Sylvia The papers arrived today. I gaze out the window of our posh villa and witness yet another spectacular Tuscan sunset. To my delight, a red-billed leiothrix is flitting about the umbrella tree, as if searching for its lost mate. I rise, slip on my Bottega Venetas and pour myself another cup...

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The Conscious mind When does human consciousness begin? I have been going back, to what I remember of my childhood, to the point of baby doom. The earliest memories are floating as they lack the frame of place and time. The smell of flowers or plants makes me long for a mythical past, which makes sense because...

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Octopuses have a REM-like sleep. Just like you and I, and dogs! Their eyes gyrate wildly from side to side. They twitch and intertwine their eight long legs. Their suckers glitch the grip. The colors on their bodies do a disco dance on steroids. 'Tis a cephalopod puppy dream trip. What do these dreaming octopuses dream about, I wonder? My dog's REM puppy...

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