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When you weren't looking
This child became a woman.
Don't ask how or why,
For those questions are not the important ones.
Can't you see you didn't care enough to notice?
How will you feel when we have no more time together?
I wonder if you feel sorry about the way you locked your heart,
Acess denied to the beggar at your door.
She is no one.
Only me.
My variation on a poem found in a book....
Mateuš Conrad Jan 2018
it would best appear that:
  talking really aids talking to flesh -
and yes, beside the psychoanalyst
triad theory of the "narrator" -
          the ego can become an ailed
limb - a limp arm,
an amputated food -
                     when the square
doesn't fit through a square shaped
opening: the ego become fidgety -
and it aches beyond the ache
of being, a physical inconvenience /
convenience...
    the ailing ego is an ego
that can only construct a cogito
without the ergo dynamic of trickling
toward a "satisfying" sum...
           because there really isn't
any other suited adjective -
  other than the already aired:
because there is.
         i wanted to concern myself
with the dynamic of what is sickly
or at best: an unease unit
of fathomable concern...
              ego must,
ego = limb...
           it's not a central
foundation to all things apparent...
          and believe me when i state
that i require verbiage to make these
statements...
           when the ego is a cubus,
and thought is the "river"
                        quadratum -
       having to encompass the perplexity
of the Freudian Triad...
  it doesn't really matter,
  does it, to concern a cube passing
through a square, when a triangle is
concerned, is it?
                  a mental "illness"
  needs to encompass a "flat earth"
akin to reading maps: no good knowing
a spherical globus exists if you
can't get from A. to B.
                     that is why i don't
understand a stigma with regards to
a "mental" to "physical" dichotomy -
which it has become having divorced itself
from dualism...
          the ego being a limb and
thought a body,
       reiterates my concern with how
mental illness cannot acess the freedom
of a body, or thinking,
                 in a fluid manner:
akin to the thoughtless extracts of
               a disembodiment ascribed to
ballet dancers...
             hence the sickly limb comparison:
the whole affair isn't worth
an atomists' venture to find: a middle,
a nucleus...
                     a sick "ego"
                              disvalues a concern
to think: akin to any worth of
****** function...
            the conscious-unconscious
paradox of the ego is that:
    it's health is supposed to coexist
with the way one treats a hand, finger, elbow...
the fact that a "sick" ego is by no means
sickness apparent doesn't mean that
it is not a form of: dis-ease -
  not a bad word, merely a reformulated
aversion of saying it quickly...
  there does exist as - negation
   of ease...
                       i have found this with
myself...
                          apparently
it was necessary to outdate Latin grammar
once again, while keeping the ego
a necessary ingredient worthy of theory
when cogito ergo sum was
summoned... because where is the ego
in that? the ego is the antithesis of
a narrator of fiction!
             who ever said that fiction
was without Trojan walls and biological
membranes?
                   the ego is either foremost
an ailing limb: or the unscathed narrator!
it can't be both!
          - but the limb comparison makes
more sense, since what is primarily
distrupted is thinking: rather than writing
a book!
                    i have experienced
the distruptive ego like a fidgeting snare of
a limb in metaphorical Parkinson...
               but i am not keen to
sub-assert a division of it worth a sub-ego
and an id... without an ob- prefix to boot.
a "sick" ego disrupts cogitans
in that there is no ergo
       to make a cohesive translation into:
wanting to be a bellerina - i.e sum...
i.e. sum *** non cogitans...
  and that's because the ego is a heavy
load, already not stressed in
the original maxim "prompt" of:
think - and you will be...
  well no... most of the time it's a case of:
don't think, and you will be...
      the fact remains:
  the ego treated as an ailing limb is
akin to an ailing limb disrupting
the sigma of ****** expressions -
             with the sigma of ****** expressions
being best met with mere: thinking...
                 hence the irony of
a "mental" illness -
      there is no ailing thought -
but an ailing ego -
  which is a contradictory summation
of character, presupposing
a character is at the same time narrator...
the stigma? well...
   a person of interest is asked to
have both status of a healthy character
and an ailing narrator -
      or rather: a character
incompetent of having a narrator...
   or whatever this constricting observation
implies...
   the fact still remains:
   the ego was allowed a Ronin status
when working from the Cartesian maxim...
    it allowed itself to flourish in Freud
who took to impregnating it with
  a pseudo-Christian analogy...
         if there is an element of medicine
in philosophy... ha...
     odd...
            how can the mind be ailed by
the body prior...
      there must be a paradoxical intersect
of ergo ( = ), i.e. ≠...
                    whereby the same is true
for: the mind can be ailed by the body:
but the only prior to a body is a mind...
            since there is no prior to a mind
to express: body...
           otherwise why are we to concern
ourselves with a "mind" of the underdeveloped...
ah... but the underdeveloped body...
       hence?         |    a ******* stick
in the ground!
                  it's a simple juggling act of
two *****... on thinking terms,
but yet it is simpler to juggle three *****
on un-thinking terms!
              all i "know" is that
a sick ego dissonates the fluidity of thinking,
and it doesn't aspire to anything
but that in its ailment -
to make it any more complex to
suggest an atomic caricature of
the Freudian id - neutron / superego - electron...
   an ego that distrupts thinking
does not make a cohesive unit worth
a theory...
                 you put a stick into the river
of Heraclitsus: the stick will remain
a stict - the question is always asked
concerning the river!
                - as far as i am concerned
the disruptive ego has "unfathomed"
  the fathomability of thinking -
       notably:
          the mundane cul de sac thinking
of ordinary people -
a lost day-dream break from inacting
a "greater-good" focus of: transcending society...
     and attaining: "the" individual...
    i've experienced the sick ego
unable to convine itself with staging
thought: akin to an theatre with
a stage unable to consider itself:
    not fit to hoist actors on it!
                   hence my concern with
res vanus...
            the "thing" within res cogitans!
the whole point of:  (ego) cogito ergo sum!
          which is why those who have
reached the status of, say: prima ballerina
exact a "cogito" ergo (ego) sum status!
- at some point i really will be
starting to digest the VII-XI ponderings
of Heidegger...
                  bewildering myself as to how:
1939 a.d. was conjured.
Nimisha Rana Dec 2018
I write bcz,
It is my art nd my hobby
I write bcz,  I don't know how not to write..
I love to read  and I write bcz I love to learn...
I write bcz, I love to help people with their problems...
I love  to deeply research issue close to my heart and write down in  the paper..
I write to give other acess  to their own feelings..
I've had  so many times when a reading wonderful poem or story the sudden burst  of realization..
Yes it's me  Nd someone else understand me... M not alone..
I write to discover and  understand my self..
I write bcz,  I want to be a good writer
Star BG Aug 2017
ACESS THE LOVE YOU/ WE ARE. --
OUR ESSENCE.

TAKE YOUR POWER BACK --
TO ALIGH AND END THE OLD GAME.

WAKE UP WAKE UP
NEW TIMES ARE HERE
OUT WITH OLD IN WITH THE NEW.

FRIENDS GATHER AND LISTEN.

SEE THE NEW PAR-DINE OF LIGHT AND LOVE
RECIPE:
START WITH THE CELEBRATION OF SELF
WITH WALKING EMPOWERED
WITH HAVING POSITIVE THOUGHTS
WITH RELEASING OLD SEPARATION AND FEARS
TO ENVISION DREAMS.

INHERENT TO ALL
IS ABILITY TO DO WITHOUT LIMITATIONS.
GAME OF SEPARATION IS OVER.
WE ARE DIVINE ORIGINALS
SACRED AND CAPABLE
OF RECREATING OUR FUTURE.

THE REBIRTH IS OCCURRING RIGHT NOW.
LIVE THE DREAM
IMPORTANT TO REALIZE WE ARE ON EARTH AT A GRAND TIME.
IT IS THE TIME WHEN THE OLD CONTROLLING FORCES WHO HAVE INFILTRATED OUR NEWS MEDIA, BANKS, EVERYTHING TO IM-PRISON THE GENERAL PUBLIC. MUCH IS HAPPENING TO FREE US. YOU DO YOUR PART BY   WATCH UTUBE CALLED  (YOU MIGHT WANT TO DO PART ONE - TWO AND THREE
Access your Value Part 4, July 31,2017
the news is out we have been controlled but but but that is changing because everyone has a bank account hidden with unlimited funds.
Anjali Oct 2020
A poet really  never stop writing
Only sometimes we loose the strength to write all down..

   Slips into madness
Bcz its more comfortable
doesnt care about the world
But Observe everything..


Saying nothing, preferring to write
every ink filled line
Gives the full acess to
Parts of troubled minds


Writes of hope, even when despair stand on door
Lit lights into other worlds
By charging his mind.
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