Mind’s Muscle

Mind as a muscle
To hone and to train
To work out; to exercise
To take up the strain
To energise; enliven
Exert then let rest
For a mind that is strong
To survive life’s long test

Lost

There is a fog, a miasma of mind
Consuming the soul
Burdening the heart
With relentless might
That hails from confusion
A place; a world, an existence
That engulfs any who cross the threshold
A fog obscuring even obscurity
In plumes of despair,
In a nebula of persecution
Relentlessly hijacking truth
And holding hostage hope
In a soup of neural corruption
Where the light is stolen
And the swirls of night sweep
Cell by cell
Synapse by synapse
Into the abyss
Trapped, nay lost, in a living hell
From whence there seems no escape

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The Open Book

Let my mind be an open book
Where the pages are turned a day at a time
And the words penned in the ink of experience

English: Picture of an open book, that does not show any copyright information. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Delusion

Locked away in a delusion
In a world that only she
Perceives to be her normal
Yet is not reality

Held hostage by her mind
Constrained by what she feels
Convinced by her conviction
Her beliefs are very real

Suspicious of all others
Fearing what they might do
Concerned by what they’re thinking
Certain for sure, they’re true

A hell bound persecution
With no reprieve; a downward slide
Day in day out a prisoner to
Her thoughts; no place to hide.

Yet have a little sympathy
Step out of judgements way
For she deserves your love and help
To bring in gracious rays

Rays of deep understanding
Compassion and a heart
To see; to help; to be a friend
Will you now do your part?

 

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Mind Over Matter

My back is sore; my bones all hurt
And strength is gone for sure
Yet somehow through the strife I drive
To settle the old score
The battle that rages right on
That sees which side will win
The body that wants to give up
Or head that won’t give in

For there beholds the fiercest fight
That goes on through the years
When physically one feels a wreck
Yet mentally appears
To not be in a  mood to quit
To say “Ok – I’m done”
For that would deem the will to loose
And body to have won

And so with grit and steadfastness
To bump heads in the fray
The mind determines with intent
To resist all the way
And not submit; capitulate
To body’s chitter-chatter
But carry on despite all that
And win mind over matter

The Poet

As you paint a picture
With the lens of your camera
In the aperture of a second
Capturing all there is to behold
To seal an image
That rests on the optical nerve
I too will paint a picture
With the lexicon of a vocabulary
In an opening of your mind
Seizing a moment in time
With imagery
To linger on the staves of your soul

 

That Thing

That thing
That thing that I can no longer access
That precious thing that defines me
Yet no longer I know
That no longer resonates
No longer lingers in the corridors of mind
Harbingers no more in neural mazes
And yet as in a maze wonders lost

So lost
Lost to yesterday and maybe lost now
For who maybe knows anymore?
Do I know? Do you know?
What is there but this
Cognition impaired; memories gone
Confusion; chaotic thoughts
Nothing; absent threads of cognizance

Cognizance stripped
Stripped like the bark of an old tree
But no-one sees.  Not even I see
The sagacity trapped deep in the folds
For degeneration of matter
Is the mask that now seems only to matter
And yet – you see – I am still me
Yes! Deep inside I am still that thing

A yellow flower of Coleostephus myconis (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Head Or Heart?

Your mind is ahead of your heart
The seat of all cognitive glow
So let it abide with the rest of your ways
To move with and swing in the flow

For the heart needs to beat all in time
In rhythm and rhyme in your life
To work in conjunction with all of your mind
To save contradiction and strife

So let the cogs turn in your head
Work with your heart strings like pulleys as one
And live in the lane of life’s sweet harmonies
Where your heart and your mind get along

Blooming lotus in peaceful mind… (Photo credit: Thai Jasmine (Smile..smile…Smile..))

Mind Blowing

My mind is blown with science;
It’s so big and it’s so huge
It’s so tiny and so minuscule
A force – a centrifuge
That spins my brain; accelerates
The dendrons from the start
But overall however great
I’ll always trust my heart!

Fate

If it’s meant, then it will happen
And there’s not much that you can do
For it is said the hand of fate
Walks straight through life with you
But how quickly you may amble
Or canter on your way
Might blend the path of destiny
With free will and mind per se

For whatever ‘it’ is meant to be
The journey there has different trails
And those you choose to wander down
Might alter life’s details
For at the end when all is said
And all is done as well
The story in our book of life
Will have more than fate to tell