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Five Types of Mind
A troubled mind remembers a
Future scene from the past
Intercepting Pneuma’s trance
In conscious confusion searches for
An unfamiliar face in the
Sea of strangers
A troubled mind snaps synapse
Not finding a link hidden
In schematic sleep
Seeks to blind the mind’s
Deceitful eye
Resonating dissonant
Of present time
A troubled mind knows not of time
Once slipped beyond the Id
Reoccurring witnessed dreams
In lucid eyes it is
Now awake a troubled being
Starring at
The silly string that reminds me of her beautiful being
catches my eye as Daniel sings the perfect line,
“it’s gonna hurt and I love the pain…
but I’m not, not sure,
not too sure how it feels to handle everyday…”
So I sit here thinking of her beautiful being,
miserably dreaming about the time
when it was her eyes that caught mine
and inside I felt like I was gonna die,
but die with a smile,
fore I had seen the most beautiful child
and while I let her spin ribbons about my emotions
I captured her heavenly potion within my nose
and there I stood frozen.
But now I’m chokin’ on the pains of this memory,
wishing desperately for her to come back to me
so I may sink sweetly into her beautiful being
and be genuinely happy, at peace,
and no longer dreaming but actually clinging to
her beautiful being.
Though,
I will not waste a tear,
nor fear the coming of
these clear flowing droplets
released in waves.
I must save them from crashing the ground and
splashing all about this crowded cave
that I have escaped to
so that I may behave in ways
that may not be displayed but
engrained within my core and
stored for the sole purpose of becoming
resurfaced once more.
I must set forth on my journey and
live deliberately, desperately seeking a
learning like none other could possibly give to me
except for the mother of all creativity,
which is she—the ground beneath my feet.
I must see this to be true and
never lose these useful clues and lessons
that she has blessed me with;
all her gifts must never slip through
the slits in shattered glass or
be forgotten and left rotten in
the shadows of the past.
Yet this,
Abnormal cerebral cortex forces distorted thoughts
that scratch away the patch work of my crossed circuits.
So now I’m lost when I search for an answer,
fore I cross paths with a trance
and interreact without fighting back.
My hippocampus just can’t understand this distance
that exists between me and my senses,
this persistent resistance dispenses intense suffering
that’s overpowering my being
and claiming to be reality
when in fact it’s not,
its just distorted thoughts
brought forth from the core,
and once more
my mind lies to my eyes,
blinding real life with sights from the night,
disturbed and confused,
then reused in the light
yet deferred to an obscure blur
that I
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So now I ask you,
Where does the mind begin?
At the beginning or at the end?
When you sleep are you living in advance?
Or when you’re awake are you just
Living in the past?
Consciousness and Conscientiousness
Are you conscious of your conscience?
The reality of it all is a
Dream
This mind is a thing
Created of webs
And mysterious histories with
An endless series of curiosity
The mind is time in perfect time
And cannot be defined by a single line
Awareness and Memory
Do you know the difference between reality
And what seems to be?
When you go for a walk in the dark
To see that you are blind
Reality becomes a dream and
You know you’ll be just fine
But if it circled around to the
Beginning of the end…
Would you know it even then?
