The philosophy
of language
its essence
rephrased
The alpha
and beta
unknown
without names
All dialects
freeing
the sound
of the ink
Without words
and their meaning
could
— we ever think
(Villanova University: April, 2024)
Everything black or white
Actions either wrong or right
Choices this or that
And life just a game of ball or bat;
When life so complex that all is grey
8 billion lives can't all be the same way
What's right for one, wrong to another
For he did not live the same life as his brother.
Maybe think before you point a finger
Would you have not done the same if your life was a stinger?
The mind is an amazing thing
it's a storehouse of much data
but you can control what gets in there
if it's empty you couldn't have a chatter
But it's not empty that's for sure
filled with effects of life's marks
my mind for sure has been altered
physiologically caused some little cracks
All of life a stammer has mostly ruled
as my mind gace into to its hints
it's told me 'you can't say that'
believed it I did having me fooled
It's a life long journey in your mind
changing attitudes and mental effects
the road is slow round many bends
living in hope straightening my defects
This key to my peison mind turns slowly
learn never give up keep turning it round
remember where I once was to where now
the door of escape will truly be found
(This is written based on a anonymous quote "The hardest prison to escape is in our own mind." )
Throughout our life's and experiences,
situations come across our pathway
to our eyes, it seems impossible
even our mind seems to be astray
There is a negative gene within us
that points our minds can't be done
when all the time its door was open
with a little faith to stay, we have won
Life throws many challenges our way
to test our resolve in the dark
lessons learned to find that key
open that door to find our mark
So often our eyes are closed
when all the time we need no key
the key is our insightful grey matter
keep it open remember for it's free
There is nothing hotter than a sexy brain
A one of a kind
The bigger the better
With swagger
Nothing titillates more than stroking genius
Sending ripples through the psyche
An ignited muse invoking rapture
With inspiration and seduction
Sliding hand in hand dear
When my mind is whet
You penetrate
I quiver
9,22,17
I
hate
it when
they ask me
where I see myself
in five years time. I can’t
even remember why
I wandered into
this room
an hour
ago.
Mind racing
In the end
Which thought will win
Dark matter within
Is it black or white
Or the grey between
To add color
Would take one soul
Red for love
Blue for tears
Gold for strength
Green for nurture
Wash away the dark matter
In the end
Black is gone
White for purity
Grey no more
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