A clever man strides into a cleverer room
Of those he believes to be below him
But what of those behind the other door
A barrier of intellect between them
With doctorates and knowledge so sure
That they are but the best
Let all believe without others' regard
That their presence glows beyond the rest
What is confidence without carelessness
Blind eyes to incompetence
The best today is tomorrow's worst
And next week's insignificance
.
never mind
your're
equivalent
mine
you'z'it often
more
calculatedly
uze'it
shnap (he tap)
meant
I was in the air, thinking
I had left all the pain behind,
thinking
I had all the happiness
I could get in the world.
I spent my life
calling someone else’s name
when I was in trouble,
all my life
screaming someone else’s name,
believing that if I did bad,
he would talk to me.
I spent all of my life thinking
that I had done several things right
because I had always stepped inside the line,
never—never—
caught out of the line.
A set of rules
I was given to follow,
and indeed, I did.
At the time, a rule-set book.
I swam.
I swam deeper into my mind,
understanding what it could really achieve,
and I did.
Every time I got to learn a new thing,
and a way to criticize others
who were not following my words
and those rules,
I swam deeper.
Soon that pond became a lake,
and that lake became a sea,
and that sea became an ocean—
the largest ocean.
I kept swimming deeper and deeper.
Every time, I obeyed it.
But when I got the chance to fly,
I forgot.
I never trained for this.
I only know
how to swim
inside my mind.
intellect
not the same as intellectual
I avoid one as if it was tuberculosis
the other I run toward, happy to greet it
Heart or intellect?
Happiness of heart or beatitude of mind?
The mind can also bring happiness
… Gladness to you
Life in the heart or live for the mind?
No, live in the mind. Happiness of mind is
… The crystal love
Thank you Master
You're welcome,
…from your mind
The real ones
Won't switch on you
Your tribes will always align
Your people will never
Turn their back or ride against you
They'll always walk through
The dark and storms without changing on you.
Know your originality
You have the ability
To recognize the real ones
Never let the fake ones put apartheid
You have the power
To separate the real ones from the fake ones
You have the right to choose who to ride for and with.
The reals supports you genuinely
While the fake ones
With hidden intentions
Either to know your game plans
Or to extort treasures from you
Don't do for those who are against you
What you supposed to do for those for you
Use your intellect not your emotions.
Next Love.
Dark eyes are looking for you
A warm smile wearing something new
A surprise encounter
And love comes into view.
A stranger knows who you are
You’re her planet she’s the star
A surprise encounter
A meeting is so bazaar.
She’s looking and she will find
Dark haired beauty intelligent mind
You’d better turn around.
She’s coming from behind.
She’s your opposite, a little wild
An entertainment but not a child
A prophecy intellect and light
A woman, a woman, a delight.
David Cox 09/02/24
Don’t wear your heart on your sleeve
People wont understand what they see
Don’t leave your heart at someone’s feet
For that’s no place for it to be
Carry your heart before you
In the palm of your hand
And consult it every day
On those things for which you must take a stand
Your heart is half of you
But only half
But only half (C) 1986 Susan Manley
Lessons from the matchmaker
I am two different people
Superficially the same
One inside the romantic
and totally right brained
the other is pragmatic
intellectualizing all
A dichotomy of thought on two different keys
a melody together, two harmonies apart
A symphony when played
cacophony to part
The Music of Me -(C) Susan Manley AKA Artimus 1986
We are poets,
Word intellect runs in our veins,
We are poetry,
We are worlds of fantasy and reality,
We bare the marks of marvelous pens,
We run with wings of paper in kingdoms of ink,
We are kings and queens of many forms,
We are a palette of one colour painting different pictures,
We are song birds singing songs to the world,
We are means of sharing our inner worlds,
We are sons and daughters of poetry's longing for itself,
We are knights with sharp swords of wit,
We are worlds of our own,
We are powerful beings of creativity,
We are a language not all can understand,
We are dreamers,
We are imagination in itself,
We are poets.
It was such a fight I did not expect,
she didn’t know the strength of intellect;
Fable was bent on controlling my mind
there’s no way that was how I was designed;
Every dark thought with intention to pelt
I began to push like she’d never felt;
Surely she would know by the return force
if this continues I’d attack the source;
The thirst inside belonged only to me
it’s a good idea to leave it be;
I was still a bit of an amateur
but I knew that she was on Decatur;
I’d find her before any time had passed;
Try it one more time it will be the last.
As a mind of oversized ears
keenly listening for connection
struck by the looming fears,
and the consistent results
before my eyes, manifested into presentation
The overarching realization
of said bodily disproportion
worthy of being a skit
to drown in a laughing fit
Oh woe, it's spread too far
tall enough to reach a star
imbalanced enough to eventually fall
Stretched beyond repair
just myself, without a pair
People are saying
That would violate our rights!
Let's talk about it...
The "intellects" say
Let's analyze the problem
There's a better way...
The "experts" relate
Their knowledge on the problem
How to deal with it
While these people talk
The terrorists make new plans
To strike us again
They know what to do
They have no petty squabbles
Their mission is clear
We're the infidels
To be exterminated
To the last person
Justified by their
Evil, twisted version
Of reality
While we talk, they act
While we analyze, they kill
While we die, They laugh...
The mind is consciousness and brain is mastermind
Brain is writer and brain is fighter
Brain is fear and brain is tear
Brain is smile and brain is dear
Brain is cab and brain is a lab
Brain is beam and brain is the theme
Brain is one and brain is a team.
Do you know fame and blame game?
These two things are not the same
Adolf Hitler was a Public Figure
He is famous across the world but he destroyed many
If you do not believe go and ask historical granny
There are ghosts whose identity is sleepy hollow
We should choose wisely to whom we follow
There are ammo users who know the art of tact
They can misguide and they can crush our intellect
Can't you see there are subfolders within folders
Aren't we in the position to lift the responsibility on our shoulders?
We are sentient beings who can carry the burden of care
Sometimes a Public Figure turns out to be our worst nightmare.
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