Nothing could be heard
Prepared for bed all alone
Reflective mirror thoughts occupy the mind
Give silver chalice a rub
Conjuring commitment stone
Nothing could be heard
Curiosity invades
Throwing a bone
Reflective mirror thoughts occupy the mind
Winter cold soon will arrive
Mumbling a grumbling groan
Nothing could be heard
Outside a crispy leaf drop
Destination known
Reflective mirror thoughts occupy the mind
Future cannot stop
Google AI on the cell phone
Nothing could be heard
Reflective mirror thoughts occupy the mind
Am I not you?
A reflection
of your colors
in my water
as you dance
in a garden
veiled by night
where the flowers
have no odor
and are bright
fireflies
of neon
lights
and you say it’s me
that stain
left by blood
you have shed
greyed by tears
of the innocents
you misled
as you sparkle
in your stolen
golden wealth
I the hypocrite
the murderer
and the thief
the mirage
water colored
of your desert
left unwashed
by God's grace
mercy unasked
because
you're perfect
I the villain
shadow
unwanted
of your mind
projected
by a sun
that today sets
and tomorrow
may not rise.
The mind has
its own bleak landscapes
that freeze the will,
confine the soul
to an inner space
no larger than the self.
I know such worlds
of ice - dark ones
that press against
the window and give
no light. I am familiar
with the howl
of its bitter winds
that pick at every crack
as if trying to get in.
I have felt
its icy grip tighten
almost to the point
where I could not
draw a breath.
I know too
of other places
in the mind, deeper ones
that plumb almost
to its source
and summon landscapes
of an inner calm where
there are trees,
wide undulating plains
and rivers winding
their glistening way
to the sea. Landscapes
that are drawn
from the sacred,
composed of poetry
and prayer and carry
the faint recollections
of a somewhere
not far and yet,
a lifetime away.
KELOIDS OF THE MIND
Mental scars of mind;
Raised reminders of journeys:
Scars of conquered trials:-
I will penetrate your mind
when I walk through the door
Making love to your heart
while you're crying for more
Sexually captivating your body
with tenderness and care
Sense of passion
will send you walking on air
Blissful thought ascending your mind
with joy
Intertwining with a sensation
filling every void
Flip you over, open you up
while the beginning is wet
Tongue moving forward
at the moment of climax
Thrusting to the object
as you go back and forth
Insinuating the feeling
as I come toward you
To finish with the vision
of an ecstasy touch
Thinking to myself
why I love you so much
I search the dark hallways of my brain
looking for anything to bring purpose to life
I search for a window, a door, anything leading me to the other side of things where I can see clearly
thick smoke fogs the hallways as I walk down memory lane
the layers of protection that I placed are perhaps what keeps me where I am today
Stagnant
lost in a thought
Maybe if I just turned the lights on
I’d see what I have
right in front of me
- V.B
Music's for the Mind, Closure's for the Soul
When we were young and back in school,
Our parents thought we played the fool.
With country, rock, and rolling tunes,
We danced away the afternoons.
We grooved until the day was through,
When there was nothing else to do.
Turned up loud with ears blown out,
We'd lose ourselves and scream and shout.
With heavy metal on display,
The driving beat took us away.
Through love songs, ballads, stadium rock,
We thought the music wouldn't stop.
At high school dances, lovers bloomed,
Our minds wrapped up, our hearts would swoon.
But here we are, past fifty years,
And time has shifted all the gears.
Instead of Walkmans, we hold phones,
Bluetooth speakers, and headphones.
The songs still play to help us cope,
To fill our rushing thoughts with hope.
We still need rhythms to unwind,
Because the music's for the mind.
But looking back across the days,
Beyond the fading, youthful haze,
We finally find what makes us whole—
For closure's only for the soul.
The mind borders on the sublime,
related to the divine source,
a powerful force pervading the universe.
I can write verse after verse,
but there is nothing worse
than reading someone's thoughts,
sounding like reports,
going on and on.
Know the difference between right and wrong,
where did you get your information from?
Pause before you speak,
your premise may sound weak.
What is it that you seek?
Curiosity leads to learning,
the lack of insight is concerning.
One must not digress, I just wanted to address
the current situation,
let's get back to the topic of creation.
It has come to my attention
that if you lack intention,
fall short of enough motivation,
you will be in suspended animation.
Stay with me as I continue this story,
take you on a journey inside my consciousness,
hold on while I clear up the mess,
I must confess I do assess
each moment, absorbed in the present.
Beneath the ribs, a hidden trove
Where dreams and memories drove
Not jewels of gold, but gems of love
In whispered thoughts, the heart, a dove
From laughter's Light to sorrow's tears
Unveil the treasures held so dear,
Each pulse is a story, etched and bright
And in your heart, find inner might
With thoughts in tons, ready to take flight
Unleash the riches held within, bathed in guiding light
Where does it come from?
Why does it flow so endlessly?
What secrets is it trying to wash away?
The river wears a shimmering gown...
They call it liquid light
Waves wrapping themselves around the smooth stones,
like an old friend offering a gentle hug...
What is that soothing whisper!
Are the ripples sharing secrets with the shore?
The fish and pebbles getting
a crystal-clear view of the world above.
Yes, I want to dive in!
Finally, the cool touch meeting my hands
dancing through my fingers with absolute freedom.
What is this calm settling inside me?
Is it the water reflecting the peace I forgot I had?
A liquid mirror showing my own eyes,
and it feels deeper than before!
Oh wait! Who filled this endless stream
with the moving jewels of life?
But, before I completely grasp its depth...
The current moves on, marking the flow of time.
But wait! I feel a stillness within
Asking me "Come on, join us!"
The most powerful
thing in the World
is the Mind
Much more so
than the sword
It can accomplish
wonderful things,
benefit human kind,
create solutions
for the World's problems
It has an imagination
which fosters creative endeavors
Distinguishes us from
all animals
on the planet
It should be used
for positive purposes
to advance the
cause for all humans
It creates cures
for many diseases
and helps us
to live a
long prosperous life
"All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible." -- T.E Lawrence, 'Lawrence of Arabia'
I am a dangerous dream,
That haunts your waking hours,
I’ve watched you begin to scream,
Your thoughts locked in their towers.
I kissed the rain away,
So you could see the light,
But now I can’t stay,
You’re spellbound in sunlight.
Don’t let those dangerous dreams,
Become your waking reality,
Stay within the sunlit streams,
Hold fast to your morality.
"Flowers are kissed by the rain as they get a bath." By Poet
Today I kissed the rain,
said one flower to the other.
Oh look,
the storm is letting up,
now we will be spellbound by sunlight.
This day is all most over,
But to be your Moon,
must I wane?
Did you know,
the night holds many secrets?
Watch out for Mr. Poison Ivy.
He says,
I am a dangerous dream.
A sudden downpour
Catches me unaware
Dam burst in the sky
Concrete overwhelm
A mirror to my soul
My character in form
Detached from pain
The memory more vivid
The scars remain
Mine and others
Time to heal, mind!
Growing in virtue
Quieting the mind letting everything go all my thoughts just simply vanish
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