The mysterious third eye
On your forehead
Invisible
A perception beyond ordinary sight Through deep meditation
The sixth sense
A feeling of incidence
Beyond understanding
And before its occurance
An inspiration
An invoke of a thought or an interest
An astral vision
To see the world of ghosts
What are all these mysteries
Beyond our wisdom and perception
In this unfair world
We'll just like to interprete that
Secrets or sin will be known
Sooner or later
You'll not be free from judgements
If any
LIFE IS GREAT
FANTASTIC
INCREDIBLE
AND AT TIMES
UNBELIEVABLE.
FOR HUNDREDS OF YEARS
I THOUGHT EVERYONE
HAD SIX SENSES
APPARENTLY NOT.
ARE YOU THE ONLY OTHER ?
I'M NOT REALLY SURE
WHAT HAPPENED.
WAS IT MISPLACED?
MAYBE IT WAS LOST.
MAYBE IT WAS LEFT
BEHIND.
MAYBE IT BECAME
OBSOLETE AND
DIS-RE-GAR-DED.
I DO WONDER HOW
IS IT STILL POSSIBLE
PEOPLE STILL
MAKE IT THROUGH
THE DAY AND LIFE
UNHARMED AND ALIVE
WITH OUT IT.
I UNDERSTAND TODAY'S
TECHNOLOGY. YET I STILL
MUST ASK. DOES ARTIFICIAL
INTELLIGENCE POSSESS
THE SIXTH SENSE?
TO THINK...
WHAT ONCE WAS COMMON...
IS NOW OBSCURE.
WITH THE ADVANCEMENT
OF SCIENCE IT WILL
FOR SURE DISAPPEAR.
Michael E. Harris
02102022
You can trust what you see,
appearances are the ones that
less deceive when you feel...
1st With sight these eyes did see
2nd Through the ear sounds of mystery
3rd A light touch so gentle and fair
4th with lips so fine as a taste of fine wine
5th Your sent of purity I crave everyday
6th Sensing the blending of our souls this day
Traveling together down life's highway
Guiding you and you I, never becoming lost
Climbing mountains always reaching the top
Capturing stars holding them in our hearts
Passing through storms as if a clear day
Counting the seconds when you are away
Oak sprite man climbed up a piece of the bark
To get a little higher, to peer into the bowels of the forest.
They were coming; he could sense them
They had not been in this part of the forest for a long time
Spider’s webs as large as a bull’s back should have deterred them
But he knew they were determined
What is it? His wife asked.
Shh! He cautioned her. I think it is humans.
Not this far out, she assured him. They would not dare.
But they did
And they built a house there.
After bulldozing his favorite tree.
He never forgave them
Played tricks on them for years
Just to show he could.
You are far from perfect and I am sure you are aware of this
A subject you often neglect but a point you can’t miss
Your shortcomings are as clear to you as to everyone around
But I only have one fear and that is, you haven’t been found
Imperfect as they come, I made every mistake in the book
Some , even to say I’m dumb , if they didn’t take a second look
How often I’ve fallen, in adding to my own pile of shame
When, I heard Jesus calling saying He would take all my blame
My eyes opened wide, the amazement of such a thought
I would no longer be tried for all the pain that I had wrought
Soon tears filled these eyes which were now finally able to see
That was the day I came to realize that only Jesus can set you free
Still at times I fall but not nearly as much as before
In listening for His Call it makes it much easier to endure
But it’s that joy that I feel every time I speak His Name
Once you sense He is real, your life will never be the same
All know the five
What is the sixth?
The five are physical
The sixth is mental
Balance of the mind
Difference between
Good and evil
It’s a natural sense
Not to be taught
You can sense
When something is wrong
You can sense
When something is good
We even have a name for it
We call it Common Sense
I am just throwing this out there this is just guess lol
her sixth sense
raising
red flags
posted on September 13, 2018
the most common sense
is the one abused by all
not too far behind
is sight hear touch smell and taste…
think Robot needs a recharge.
© Harry J Horsman 2018
Progressive penetrative phenomenon
Pertaining to particular peculiar powers of perception
Psychological prosaic persuasive predictions
Probing probable peripheral presentiment
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Alliteration contest by Barry Stebbings
One stanza of four lines only
© 4th December 2017
Now my sixth sense is busy;
Finding the meaning of all the work and existence around it,
As the bees keep collecting honey all the time,
They come to me, sometimes as darkness and sometimes as shines,
Sometimes they are motionless and sometimes they are moving;
They beep with the rhythm of dance in my ears,
As the spring comes to nature ,
Who knows their pure dance?
I am in my sixth sense;
They send me messages almost,
All words, shapes, colors and silences and say 'we are with you',
They will never leave me alone?
What kind of woe is inside me,
I'm going to cross everything,
I'll crumble them all,
My sixth sense is really very expensive.
This lovely little cat has been my friend for a long time.
I have never been so worried as I am today.
It is time. He is about to leave this world.
He is really old and, you know, sickness comes with age.
To be honest, I just wish I am strong enough to see him leave,
But I do not think I am prepared for that, though.
So sad. I wish there could be another way.
If you have pets, you know what I am talking about.
Some people do not understand what pets mean to their owners.
In fact, a beloved pet has a father or a mother; not an owner.
My kitty cat has always been a son to me.
Does he know what is happening, I wonder?
Does he understand I am in pain for him?
Is sixth sense part of your amazing being, my dear kitten?
I hope you understand my life will never be the same without you, Falco.
Five senses link us to the world,
that’s what we’ve all been taught.
But each of them extends to fill
each corner of our thought.
Sight gives you the chance to see
the wonders all around.
But have you ever ‘seen’ the truth
of things that are profound.
Sound will let you hear the noise
our ears were made this way.
But have you ever ‘listened’ to
your conscience have its say.
Touch allows us all to feel
the textures of all things.
But did you ever ‘feel’ true love,
this feeling really sings.
Taste lets us enjoy our food
or quickly spit it out.
But surely we’ve a ‘taste’ for art
and music, there’s no doubt.
Smell the temptress of them all
can lead you where to go.
But if you ever ‘smell’ a rat,
your instinct tells you so.
So the senses that we’re born with
that we’re using every day,
form partnerships within our thoughts
to help us on our way.
But the sense that’s most important
and the one we have to find,
is the Sixth Sense we develop
in the regions of our mind.
Ivor G Davies
Sixth Sense
Binding forces clench my worried mind.
For at times, the distractions shroud the inner lining
difficulty in grasping what my conscious is hiding.
Feeling is unknown, unreal, unseen, one of a kind.
An answer whispers to me but it cannot speak.
The Universe detached from its silent pitch.
Almost indescribable, reality is glitched.
For this moment, the mind is strong yet also weak.
I assert those who ask of this power
“Like animals, they too have a sixth sense.”
Confusing yet intriguing this force is immense.
Tranquility I seek for my thoughts amongst the bowers.
The answers to life perhaps are already drawn.
In this world, for now, we are all just pawns.
SIXTH SENSE SEDUCTION
In ordinary ways
in ordinary days
I stand before her quite amazed
at her lithe form.
While reaching up to touch a cloud
with naked limbs (it’s all allowed)
Her beauty strikes though not to lure;
to transform me of that I'm sure.
I hear the whispered wind blow through...
to once again say its adieu
...in delicate sound, so very crisp
upon this newly blossomed tryst
like falling leaves that gently touch
a waiting heart.
While still in trance of blessed bliss
I knew that a presumptive kiss
would end this convocation.
And so in silly awkward glee
and truly thinking it was not me
I could not I resist; oh won't you see?
It was not wrong to hug that tree.
CAK 2-14-2013
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