Thought Process

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

The thought process of insanities onset

 

To process thought takes so much time
To rush it through makes thought benign
It needs to sit and stew in mind
Go back, review it, new thought you'll find
 
A new idea expands and grows
Branches out beyond what we know
Nothing's outlandish or out of reach
The laws we live can be released
 
Nothing to abstract or bound by rules
Your mind is free to be kind or cruel
The freedom of choice, to do what you like
within your mind, you can run rife
 
But be careful of straying too far from the path
Dig too deep and thought may come to pass
Imagination, is insanities friend
An eccentric you are, when your mind starts to bend
 
There's one thin line that you don't want to cross
A slender boarder across which you are lost
Your mind will twist and convolute
Your body will follow and start to rebuke
 
You cannot return, retrace your steps
You've passed beyond sanities mesh
A creeping infection, you've gone and let in
It seeps through your mind and is the root of your sin
 
You can no longer fight it
Your will has been lost
Let it absorb you
And suffer the cost


Submitted: January 30, 2013

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Stormbird Throneshaker

Beware!
The holes that we dig for others might be holding us someday!
That is what I read, that is what I see you say!
But, we are so full of the dirt from the holes we dig,
that we haven't got a clear/clean mind of the things that we just did!
We dug them for our enemies, praying that they never get out, not hearing our children's cries, no not one tiny shout!

Thu, January 31st, 2013 1:16pm

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The muddied mind we've come to know
Is the root of all the sin we sow
All of those we've hurt and burned
Are rarely bad or so deserved

We get an image in our head
That they are the demon of our dread
We make them the reason for our foul play
Blame them for all bad things we say

If we clean our mind and empty our thoughts
We will surely find that we're the source
If we let lie, if we forgive
Then all those problems start to give

We take back ground, make new rules
Apologise, for we were fools
They soon forgive, the soon forget
And often find new friends you've met

Thu, January 31st, 2013 12:24pm

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