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So much in my mind is going on all the time
And I'd like to share with you more and more of what I have in
But sometimes I just don't know where or how every sentence
That I am inspired with in the blank pages of my poetry should begin
Thoughts of mine come and go in my head every day
They keep playing inside the tracks of my mind and soul
All the time threads of words are secretly shaped and formed
These words are just waiting for me to let them one day go
I have so much in my head all the time going on
Things I would like to write and say and things I'd like to do
So much I would like to share with all of you but only IF I could
Because that's something impossible for me with you always to do!
Lots of thoughts battle inside my head for attention all the time
Some are really good but some are not really that cool
Some can be inspiring while some others are quite exciting
But there are some that could make even some of you start crying
Everyday I love to ponder a lot and just to write too...
I really like to go inside myself and pen my poetry
How I wish that I could do this all the time- but I just can't...
Because there are so many things that I need always to do!
'It was the Best of Times
It was the Worst of Times.'
Truer Words were never Said
And I never ever thought that I knew what it was
What it was that those words truly meant...
Until now...
To Have the Universe be Yours in a Single Bright Thought
To Live with the Nonexistence and Exclusion of Anything Else.
I am a Poet and I am Starving.
Those were the last words
That the Poet ever said.
The Poet now knew exactly
What is was that Shakespeare meant.
I now know EXACTLY
What is was that Shakespeare meant.
(January 3rd, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,
Education has never deluded me,
it is a rich mine from which my gemstones are extracted;
and all of them can adorn with its brilliance
a king's crown, but the glitter on my silver pendant...
with my natal sign, not with my image, outshines it
and displays it very elegantly.
As skilled hands relied on mental deftness,
I depended on mom's provincial practicality,
not on chances, but on her canonical guidance;
her words told no canards, only truthfulness:
an illunination of beatitude to encourage and fortify...
and that voice taught me acts of benevolence.
Guessing what was the mysterious name it bore,
would have been quite easy to identify with sharp eyes:
examining the deeds I did and the actions I still compromise,
to conclude with certainty
that it fitted me so perfectly...
I learned that art by listening to clever people with more ardor.
This is not a gift which is instilled
in the infant's brain at birth,
it is acquired by growing somewhat old...
who could have such a prodigious knowledge?
The Old Testament prophets for instance, or possibly
every learned man who studied philosophy.
Spend time with me, and observe how I peruse:
listen to the clear and incisive words spoken aloud,
riddling no mystery, or being derogatory...
proverbs might be included to give some clues;
and they were written in an inimitable way
to stimulate the minds of the unlearned.
Is intelligence inborn or learned by chance,
or even isometric to astuteness?
Many admit it stems from accruing knowledge,
to increase the capacity of the thinker or genius...
accumulating their ideas and earning praises,
while the uneducated struggle with rage.
Logical astutness is efficacious when it invigorates ability,
and exhorts a great deal of mental energy;
and will the proper words be used to that effect?
Happy New Year to all the wonderful Poetry Soup members!
Copyright 210 by Andrew Crisci
Today a man accused me of lying
While calling me soulless white devil
destroyer of the earth
Revealing all he ever said a to me
over years was deceit well o be fair
The burden of tolerance toward all white men
must be hard to carry
Descended of those who had Malcolm hurried
But here is the appifany
Nothing, not narcissism
Nor greed nothing breeds hate
Like religion started o believe by Catholicism
and Creator of aristocratic governing.
The true message of any religion
can only be heard by the unbiased One
For a message is learned only when
You quit applying your wisdom
To words held holy
You would not of books written
Based on others perception
To say and show righteousness
is allowed to Be seen via any line of wisdom.
Be strong and bold we all hold divinity
From birth don't let that go
But the paradox in all conformed
Judgemetal belief. Thinking there words are
transcends. All
I laugh at blind faith followed by narcissistic men
And why Not its a excuse to place yourself above
The majority of all men
Dude if you seer this by awkward chance
Know your words are meaningless
And should not be allowed to transcend
The lips attached to brainwashed head.
All who say they know and judge you
Use reason to silence stupidity
Form:
We sit all alone for hours
Staring at a screen that says nothing to us
We hear our blood flow through our veins
We can feel the air fill our lungs
Clinging to a life of quiet existence
Our minds wander through a million worlds
Worlds of unending love
Worlds of hatred that destroys whatever it touches
Worlds of total darkness
Without even the light of one star to light our way
Worlds of green beneath breeze blown clouds
With a single flowers on a gently sloping hillside
A poet looks at all of the worlds
Seeing what others won’t, don’t or can’t
We sit all alone for hours
Typing words that our minds see and feel
We hope that each one will affect someone
And they too will see the worlds we see
They will feel what we feel
And they will sit all alone
Staring at a screen that says nothing to us
But they will see the worlds
And they will write their words and feeling
And the eternal cycle of poetry will continue
More ink will be spilled
More words will be written
And maybe more people will care about a flower on a hillside
If I leave my words behind will you look for me
I’ve been gone long I had to be free
So I wrote my heart in a song
My thoughts written with a pen this is no caper
Everything from within my soul is now on paper
Look for the message it’s hard to find
Before I die I’ll leave my words behind
Will you understand each word
Can you read between each line
Do you think it’s absurd
Can you read into the rhyme
Look for the message it’s hard to find
Before I die I’ll leave my words behind
Do you get the translation
The meaning is there
Don’t listen with frustration
Just open your ear
Look for the message it’s hard to find
Before I die I’ll leave my words behind
Will the song freeze you to speak
Does it get your vote
Will the idea make you weak
Will you hang on every note
Look for the message it’s hard to find
Before I die I’ll leave my words behind
Will it make you drop to your knees
Sing it out and make you cry
My music makes you feel at ease
I’ll live forever in your minds eye
Words can be like a Trainwreck
Headed nowhere and everywhere all at once
They can appear to be traveling somewhere
But it is a destination that they lack.
Words that earlier and previously
Seemed to have been on track
Can be derailed easily by their inuendos
And the truthful meanings that they lack.
They can be like an approaching storm
The calm before the fall
Some words make no sense to me
No sense to me at all.
I try to grasp at their meanings
I try to see where their meaning lies
These words are hidden in sheep's clothing
Just a verbose pack of lies.
As I read these words over and over again
I try to begin to see some meaning and some light
But all I see is darkness
For the nonsenseical I have no insight.
These words are like a broken record
Like a dog that has no bone
A sail that has no winds to sail
A house that is not a home.
A bird trying to fly on broken wings
A puppet that has no strings
A voice that can no longer or sing
In these words I can see no meaning.
Words can be hidden in sheep's clothing
There is a wolf that is hidden within
And that is where the danger lies
The danger lies in the meaning that is hidden within.
The Danger lies in the apple
The danger lies in its core
It looks harmless from the outside
But once bitten you are changed forevermore.
So beware of the nonsenseical
beware of words with no apparent meaning
These words were meant to set you up
To trap you in their unthinkings.
I can't even think about them anymore
These words that are causing me so much angst
I am not even going to waste a thought
I am going to forget about them post haste.
(January 6, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved