Thought Process

Poem by: G3or63

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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