THE WAYS OF THE MIND
Mind is a menace, it drives you through the clouds of thoughts
Exposes you through lustful sought
All triggered by curious wonders.
Mind is a menace, it never let's you be to rest, but always makes you feel duress, all triggered by your resent issues.
Mind is a menace, it drives you through the clouds of thoughts.
There is no break to this constant ponder.
In every thought there is a good and a bad, but what you see is what you get.
Mind is a menace but we play a role to its dubious ways.
By iscomart
Iscomart
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RonnieL says: Thought provoking piece. The mind is an amazing thing. |
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LP45 says: Nice write Iscomart.Definitely makes one wonder. Thanks for sharing. |
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love_supreme says: Excellent write. |
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mlowe5 says: Great write, Iscomart. Provoking. Makes you think who's controlling whom? The mind you or you the mind. Enjoyed the read. Peace and Love, mlowe5 |
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Iscomart says: Ronniel am sorry you found it provoking, but its just how I felt at that point. |
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Iscomart says: molowe5,Latin-lover,ladypoet45, and Ronniel thank you for the likes and comments |
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mlowe5 says: Thanks Iscomart. Remember, the poet can only write from his/her perspective. A provocative piece of poetry is a poem that causes one to think on a deeper level. To say that a poem is provoking is a poetic compliment. Continue to be as provacative as the creative need presents itself. Peace and Love, mlowe5. |
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mlowe5 says: Once again, thanks Iscomart. Welcome to the Village, we at Poetry Vibe look forward to reading your work. Peace and Love, mlowe5 and the Extended Family . |
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Iscomart says: Thanks mlowe5, I love this village. Lols |
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The ways of the mindTHE WAYS OF THE MIND Mind is a menace, it drives you through the clouds of thoughts Exposes you through lustful sought All triggered by curious wonders. Mind is a menace, it never let's you be to rest, but always makes you feel duress, all triggered by your resent issues. Mind is a menace, it drives you through the clouds of thoughts. There is no break to this constant ponder. In every thought there is a good and a bad, but what you see is what you get. Mind is a menace but we play a role to its dubious ways. By iscomart |
ThoughtlessThoughtless The mind is running dry, abandoned to waste in empty space where there is nothing to quench its taste A dark vacuum where thoughts never sprout. Can a plant dwell without the sun? No! so does the mind feed. The mind as lost its ways, even demons flee it's pat searching for better wit, where is hope when the pat to heaven runs through clouded hell. The mind is running dry and it's up to you to quench its taste. By iscomart |