Colors suspend to saturate enclosed walls
a quick tuning occurs
adjustments towards expansion takes place
We are more than sad people,
merely disconnected from life
Than merely sad people,
a room with a
door that opens
Happiness and sadness
When I am happy, the door
of my mind opens
When I am sad, the door of
my mind closes
Control over my
When I am happy, the
When I am sad, the
Feeling carefree and
Room gradually contracts
Room walls close in like a
I try the best that I can to
clean my room
Regain control over the
clutter of negativity
blocking my open door
As room gets smaller, I cannot
open the door anymore
Door remains closed
Trapped in my room, I
could try to learn
to clean up the clutter
But I cannot
For different reasons,
Why does life still
breathe in me?
I chose to do
everything that I
to clear away the
I chose to de-clutter the door
of my mind
I chose to allow my room
(control over happiness
and sadness) to expand
If you ever feel like your
room is contracting
If you ever feel like your
open door is blocked
Just want you to know
that you're strong
enough to unblock
People with depression are more than just merely sad people.
A vulnerable heart weeps, laughs, creates and grows in love. It knows not to harbour false ideals, judgments or assumptions. The apprentice stage arises from a deep-seated curiosity to feel more. An appetite for higher learning develops that propels the student to delve deeper and assimilate through experience what is being taught. Once on the path, there is always room to expand and learn more. The journey becomes exciting and paved with a myriad of possibilities to reach higher states of consciousness.
A scien’terrific, spiri’tool
To fool around with; a reality
The best of microscopes can see
Pure arithme-ticking over,
Showering the brain with light;
Sparks queueing up in scans,
A cue to IQ variations, and
The more the better.
Riches of all human wishes lying there
Waiting to be bared then shared:
Nature in infinitude.
One good turn deserves another;
One good synapse serves another.
“Wakey, wakey” here comes knowledge!
Insights new, fresh out of college!
Insights causing you to grow;
Daring you to dare to go;
Blowing horns you dared not blow.
Synapse and invention new;
By definition a new you.
I’m signing off with love (or luff),
This synapse stuff the glove
The magic charm.
Synapses 12.9.2017 Circling Round Science II; To The Child Mystic II; Arlene Corwin
I love this one. Thought of it, wrote it in the bath, soaking paper and all.
why is it that you fall
head over heels in
love with basic
— we've been crushed so long, the absence of weight feels like flight.
let yourself have that space again, it should have never been taken from you
Creative enhanced blood cells move within
as I harvest kind words.
They enter the mind to explode
tickling senses to write.
The moon is lit to enhance as
well the sun with its rays bright.
And when it rains moisture touches skin
to anoint cells with boost bringing forth words.
Words to enrich and inspire others
All in the day of a poet.
A poet, who flies in dreamscape fantasies.
StarBG © 2017
The universe which modern science says is expanding
is partly due to our perception of it and understanding.
But into what does it expand and has perhaps to contract?
when we're only vaguely aware of what it contains intact.
From "The Quatrains" ongoing writings since the early '90's.
at my wall
expand into the
far corners of total
conciousness yet there
are four dimensions to bind
and five senses to contend with
therefore I'm compressed in
the shape of enlongated
boxes turned onto
their corner tip
I read the work of another poet to have the similar idea. I don't recall who it was. It is not my purpose to plagiarize. But I have this idea that we all can be extended only so far before we are compressed again. But is that not how sparkling diamonds are made? Carbon heated 2 expansion then compressed in the Earth. Something to ponder anyway...
"Until an hour before the Devil fell..."
Yahweh and Lucifer got on so well,
God thought Archangels so beautiful,
God blessed each of you, so dutiful,
Lucifer, our light divine,
Now fallen angel, out of time,
Evil love, Prince of Darkness,
Diablo Mephistopheles, no less,
Sad to say, Beezelbub runs Hell,
But, Yahweh and Lucifer got along so well,
"Until an hour before the devil fell...."
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