"intellection" poems - Hello Poetry

Relax, begin to Imagine you are in the proximity to immerse yourself into a precious moment. It is that needed time you have brought into being, and is intrinsic to experience composure, equanimity. Smooth - melodic - ambient music with simple cause, low and soft will, in its incipiency invalidate trending previous troublesome thoughts, silkily, sauntering, lingeringly pauses, to softly embrace your audible senses with silence which conveys complete assurance, that the here and now is yours, no-one elses, ataraxia created by you, for your true inner self, It continues; envelops remaining unsettled interruption embraces the heart, and encourages serenity, all the remaining negative, solicitous intellection are temporarily, tipped out of your consciousness, you are experiencing them leave, then transcended with blissful tranquillity for your indulgence. You are asleep with your eyes open, it feels so benefic, the mind is calm and clear no longer confused. Melodious sound continues to provide atmospheric momentum to this sensibility folding into the soul. Joyfully you are enduring moments of pure inner solitude and wrapped in perfect peace, consciousness uncommitted. There is no expectation of time, not at all just the psyche drifting, changing shape, density, profundity. You feel wonderfully restituted, calmed; uplifted. You sense it, knowing, this absence of tension you sought, this, your perfect you, is transient and will slowly begin to regress, reluctantly, relinquishing this blissfully serene, conditioned emotional stillness, to be restored. Then you turn the telly on! All gone. Michael C Crowder March 5th 2019

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Mar 5, 2019

Mar 5, 2019 at 7:40 AM UTC

michael-c-crowder

Just Imagine For A While

Relax, begin to Imagine you are in the proximity to immerse yourself into a precious moment. It is that needed time you have brought into being, and is intrinsic to experience composure, equanimity. Smooth - melodic - ambient music with simple cause, low and soft will, in its incipiency invalidate trending previous troublesome thoughts, silkily, sauntering, lingeringly pauses, to softly embrace your audible senses with silence which conveys complete assurance, that the here and now is yours, no-one elses, ataraxia created by you, for your true inner self, It continues; envelops remaining unsettled interruption embraces the heart, and encourages serenity, all the remaining negative, solicitous intellection are temporarily, tipped out of your consciousness, you are experiencing them leave, then transcended with blissful tranquillity for your indulgence. You are asleep with your eyes open, it feels so benefic, the mind is calm and clear no longer confused. Melodious sound continues to provide atmospheric momentum to this sensibility folding into the soul. Joyfully you are enduring moments of pure inner solitude and wrapped in perfect peace, consciousness uncommitted. There is no expectation of time, not at all just the psyche drifting, changing shape, density, profundity. You feel wonderfully restituted, calmed; uplifted. You sense it, knowing, this absence of tension you sought, this, your perfect you, is transient and will slowly begin to regress, reluctantly, relinquishing this blissfully serene, conditioned emotional stillness, to be restored. Then you turn the telly on! All gone. Michael C Crowder March 5th 2019

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What’s the connection?— a secret kept best between plug and socket. Prophet man gone the old electric way, [and durn’ an election year, no less]. Epigrammatic burps, and occasional flatulence, of intellection, I can’t help but admire my own kindofbouquet, it ain’t easy— when Christ was crucified like gas… …There’s a million and more clichés I could toss around as mud and dirt; Alas!, I’d rather speak in terms of glass, [plateglass, stainedglass etc., germs and love, and guns and lovely lovely ca-sh, today’s math; burnt and sad, self—Walking [my] small town streets, sure to stray faraway of dense windows, and passerby's in ugly masks, with karaoke mouthpieces, Ballads of boredom on precipitate tongues, Shoo!—away and blow apart minstrel clouds. No taxis, [ever] just men and women in ordinary cars, pedestrians, in obvious shoes,sporting unconscious denim,northeastern scowls —fashionable scowls, nuanced grays that distract from the spots of ill sun [hostage winter sun;] scowls like Northeastern sky herself. “I’ve surely lost my perspective” [An empty phrase, really. A neat vaguery, I submit.] I had a perspective, I still got it; Though not much use it does me being how singular it is, Optics and all, no shades of reflection, Dense windows of thought, so dense, —it’s now a microscope! Hell, all i can make out is a loose collection of colors, A broken box of loose wires and some kinda bang-up dodgy liberty, those frayed connections, too. Nothing as tidy as plug and socket, however,enough to keep the lights on.

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Sep 4, 2018

Sep 4, 2018 at 8:47 PM UTC

Sid_Lollan

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What’s the connection?— a secret kept best between plug and socket. Prophet man gone the old electric way, [and durn’ an election year, no less]. Epigrammatic burps, and occasional flatulence, of intellection, I can’t help but admire my own kindofbouquet, it ain’t easy— when Christ was crucified like gas… …There’s a million and more clichés I could toss around as mud and dirt; Alas!, I’d rather speak in terms of glass, [plateglass, stainedglass etc., germs and love, and guns and lovely lovely ca-sh, today’s math; burnt and sad, self—Walking [my] small town streets, sure to stray faraway of dense windows, and passerby's in ugly masks, with karaoke mouthpieces, Ballads of boredom on precipitate tongues, Shoo!—away and blow apart minstrel clouds. No taxis, [ever] just men and women in ordinary cars, pedestrians, in obvious shoes,sporting unconscious denim,northeastern scowls —fashionable scowls, nuanced grays that distract from the spots of ill sun [hostage winter sun;] scowls like Northeastern sky herself. “I’ve surely lost my perspective” [An empty phrase, really. A neat vaguery, I submit.] I had a perspective, I still got it; Though not much use it does me being how singular it is, Optics and all, no shades of reflection, Dense windows of thought, so dense, —it’s now a microscope! Hell, all i can make out is a loose collection of colors, A broken box of loose wires and some kinda bang-up dodgy liberty, those frayed connections, too. Nothing as tidy as plug and socket, however,enough to keep the lights on.

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My true feelings are obscured by pure bitter intellection. My brain is the main heretic of my soul. My thoughts… I know them well. To each his own cognomen but yet I am confused. Auto-Da-Fe… But that won't work. When I try to fathom I break. And when I behold myself I shake. No matter what I do, I will be held beneath the rest. Because a sane person would help himself. What's worse is that I know better but yet… Perfidy… I used to trust myself. That’s why I write. That’s why I write in a way that leaves all doubt behind. Because that's how I clear my mind. My condition hold's a banner that reads "Don’t Stop!" But my conscience feels the need to make me be a better version of me. So I will stop. Eventually… Procrastination turns into never. I am on my death bed now. Toroidal chains erupt from thin air around me. They tighten their grip around me in lento. I hear a crescendo. My sense of hearing finally decodes the glass that just fell from my hand. I don’t see a grim reaper or Baphomet anywhere. That gives me a little solace… The end is near and once again, after all this time, All I can think about is… "What if?" ...

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Jan 27, 2010

Jan 27, 2010 at 2:18 PM UTC

moe-awad

~PIECE OF MIND~

My true feelings are obscured by pure bitter intellection. My brain is the main heretic of my soul. My thoughts… I know them well. To each his own cognomen but yet I am confused. Auto-Da-Fe… But that won't work. When I try to fathom I break. And when I behold myself I shake. No matter what I do, I will be held beneath the rest. Because a sane person would help himself. What's worse is that I know better but yet… Perfidy… I used to trust myself. That’s why I write. That’s why I write in a way that leaves all doubt behind. Because that's how I clear my mind. My condition hold's a banner that reads "Don’t Stop!" But my conscience feels the need to make me be a better version of me. So I will stop. Eventually… Procrastination turns into never. I am on my death bed now. Toroidal chains erupt from thin air around me. They tighten their grip around me in lento. I hear a crescendo. My sense of hearing finally decodes the glass that just fell from my hand. I don’t see a grim reaper or Baphomet anywhere. That gives me a little solace… The end is near and once again, after all this time, All I can think about is… "What if?" ...

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Oppressed, I was by all, They thought just in moment I'll Fall. But they don't know of what I am made, Rebel is my path that you can't Barricade. All Alone, I am fighting All, Bring the next one I ain't tired of Brawls, I might lose, But won't quit. I'll try again with a knock-out Hit. Depressed, I have always been made. I worked in the Sun and they sat in shade. But they Didn't know Where I have Been? On My Path of Success where you have never been. They hit me with their words, really violent, I continued my work hard and remained silent. Now when the outcome of hard-work arrives, Their intellection will get weaken and I'll Thrive. Addressed as a LOSER, I always was, Now I don't hear such, In sound of round of applause. But your offenders will continue to abuse, Ignorance is my Path, Now It's Your Turn To Choose!

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Aug 9, 2016

Aug 9, 2016 at 1:58 AM UTC

pratham-sharma

My Path

Oppressed, I was by all, They thought just in moment I'll Fall. But they don't know of what I am made, Rebel is my path that you can't Barricade. All Alone, I am fighting All, Bring the next one I ain't tired of Brawls, I might lose, But won't quit. I'll try again with a knock-out Hit. Depressed, I have always been made. I worked in the Sun and they sat in shade. But they Didn't know Where I have Been? On My Path of Success where you have never been. They hit me with their words, really violent, I continued my work hard and remained silent. Now when the outcome of hard-work arrives, Their intellection will get weaken and I'll Thrive. Addressed as a LOSER, I always was, Now I don't hear such, In sound of round of applause. But your offenders will continue to abuse, Ignorance is my Path, Now It's Your Turn To Choose!

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Upon entering the vast crystal dome we venture through the endless that such vile creatures call home. Before me, occurring a ghastly sight of those cursed to these depths are confined to the blackest night. Embedded into the surrounding walls, irregularity complicates the network when one wanders the immortal halls of a timeless place that captures its victims to intensify the thoughts inside their head, eluding the state of true mortem. With heavy rope held agonizingly tense woven within their eyes and mouth blocking all intellection of the sense, the creatures meander aimlessly forevermore nervous and cautious of their movements, bloodied and grimy from the soot-ridden floor. I question my Lover out of curiosity: “Why must these souls dwell in a daunting labyrinth without physical perceptivity?” And the Lover addressed sweetly: “My one and only, Greed is a moral infection of the human mind, be wary of the heart and the desire Lustfully.” He then turned, and I followed him through up to a Beast whom I would not dare test for he validates the lack of your virtues.

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Dec 18, 2016

Dec 18, 2016 at 9:40 PM UTC

haleycomet

Canto II

Upon entering the vast crystal dome we venture through the endless that such vile creatures call home. Before me, occurring a ghastly sight of those cursed to these depths are confined to the blackest night. Embedded into the surrounding walls, irregularity complicates the network when one wanders the immortal halls of a timeless place that captures its victims to intensify the thoughts inside their head, eluding the state of true mortem. With heavy rope held agonizingly tense woven within their eyes and mouth blocking all intellection of the sense, the creatures meander aimlessly forevermore nervous and cautious of their movements, bloodied and grimy from the soot-ridden floor. I question my Lover out of curiosity: “Why must these souls dwell in a daunting labyrinth without physical perceptivity?” And the Lover addressed sweetly: “My one and only, Greed is a moral infection of the human mind, be wary of the heart and the desire Lustfully.” He then turned, and I followed him through up to a Beast whom I would not dare test for he validates the lack of your virtues.

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- i lie here beneath unfinished skies, watching a rainbow evaporate into shadows of daylight my intellection suggests they are made from billions of thumbs and forefingers holding tiny mirrors between me and my beyond, lying to us with images of ambiguous white columns in a gigantic panorama of shape-shifting mistakes that constantly reposition to hide the flaws but i can easily make out these errors, committed upon sensing inadequacy– adjusting abstract creativity mapped with ill-conceived perfection which is likely what blew this rainbow apart , the precipitation here was so immense ! and somewhere— droplets rise to form a tremendous new arc, glimpsed now by a humble roofer who wishes only that the sun would hide once again... s jones 2021 .

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Feb 8, 2021

Feb 8, 2021 at 6:47 AM UTC

seranaea

unfinished skies

- i lie here beneath unfinished skies, watching a rainbow evaporate into shadows of daylight my intellection suggests they are made from billions of thumbs and forefingers holding tiny mirrors between me and my beyond, lying to us with images of ambiguous white columns in a gigantic panorama of shape-shifting mistakes that constantly reposition to hide the flaws but i can easily make out these errors, committed upon sensing inadequacy– adjusting abstract creativity mapped with ill-conceived perfection which is likely what blew this rainbow apart , the precipitation here was so immense ! and somewhere— droplets rise to form a tremendous new arc, glimpsed now by a humble roofer who wishes only that the sun would hide once again... s jones 2021 .

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My mouth stands strong. Ribbon of drool match those in reflection. My accolade full circle, royal undertow. Vellicating in dishonourable mysticism. Moving here & there. Moving water, wine & a wisdom separating love from the ore. Learning where musical savants & initiates dim the lights. Inspectors test restraints, narrowing memory. Now forgotten. Wake up, remove hairs sprinkled in hidden testimonial. Misgivings in this shellacked house of homes. Intellection. Ascending, bending bones. Fissured left-behinds. To purify all your thoughts. Resisting universal locomote. Heels in foreign grease. Bare soles departed. Movings of brilliantly painted soil. Telephones relate & relay the balmy decisions you are making.

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Jun 22, 2015

Jun 22, 2015 at 6:44 PM UTC

wordsalwayshurt

Electra Complex & Libreta.

My mouth stands strong. Ribbon of drool match those in reflection. My accolade full circle, royal undertow. Vellicating in dishonourable mysticism. Moving here & there. Moving water, wine & a wisdom separating love from the ore. Learning where musical savants & initiates dim the lights. Inspectors test restraints, narrowing memory. Now forgotten. Wake up, remove hairs sprinkled in hidden testimonial. Misgivings in this shellacked house of homes. Intellection. Ascending, bending bones. Fissured left-behinds. To purify all your thoughts. Resisting universal locomote. Heels in foreign grease. Bare soles departed. Movings of brilliantly painted soil. Telephones relate & relay the balmy decisions you are making.

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in the rarified air of kilimanjaro damsel vyomakesi sporting parrot in hand seduces recluse vyomakesa to another game of wanton love making some five thousand feet below.... i battle uphill step by step breathless ambling into the den of lassitude intellection and fervor dissipate until that experiential void is hit as frugal breaths get consumed for unalloyed endurance at that razor’s edge between life and death just then the root mantra of subsistence alights the anima soham...soham...soham it whispers iceberg mendicant you take a pause from that fervid dalliance with the galactic enchantress to throw my way, an entranced smile hermetical vyoma armed with that beam i’ve now merged with the macrocosm ©2019

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Jul 29, 2019

Jul 29, 2019 at 10:10 AM UTC

rama-krsna

merged with the macrocosm

in the rarified air of kilimanjaro damsel vyomakesi sporting parrot in hand seduces recluse vyomakesa to another game of wanton love making some five thousand feet below.... i battle uphill step by step breathless ambling into the den of lassitude intellection and fervor dissipate until that experiential void is hit as frugal breaths get consumed for unalloyed endurance at that razor’s edge between life and death just then the root mantra of subsistence alights the anima soham...soham...soham it whispers iceberg mendicant you take a pause from that fervid dalliance with the galactic enchantress to throw my way, an entranced smile hermetical vyoma armed with that beam i’ve now merged with the macrocosm ©2019

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I'd rather sever the thought, Pull the lever and measure the plot as it drop's, Find pleasure in better thing's that are all but forgot... Im not this distraught... All the battle's I've faught.. Chalk em up to a win, Now I realize all that I've lost as we draw near to the end.. Just to... Make amends, To..... Find friend's, Who's.... Loyalty just depends, On.. How much their friendship would cost before it came to an end... Tell em, The great depression is in, My intellection will win even though it is yet to begin, Rapid succession with lesson's confessin within, Leave an impression through expression everytime the session begin's... ... ........ Oh God, How I wish they could hear me, Fear me or cheer me, Clearly no one is near me.. Not your closest of peer's, see? I'm willing to PROVE it.. I just hope I don't LOSE it.. Not to confuse S**t, I don't mean LOSE what I set out to PROVE, b***h.. **** Worthless lines of rythms march through my mind, Debates that I find while chasing down time and Im..... At a loss of words... Im so ****** tired of people admired by liar's chasing religion because of a fear of the fire.. I am, The igniter of fire, Standing high on my empire of desire's like a king, Just call me sire. Living breathing, I am everything...

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Nov 20, 2014

Nov 20, 2014 at 3:59 AM UTC

james-hedrick

Life's A battle freestyle

I'd rather sever the thought, Pull the lever and measure the plot as it drop's, Find pleasure in better thing's that are all but forgot... Im not this distraught... All the battle's I've faught.. Chalk em up to a win, Now I realize all that I've lost as we draw near to the end.. Just to... Make amends, To..... Find friend's, Who's.... Loyalty just depends, On.. How much their friendship would cost before it came to an end... Tell em, The great depression is in, My intellection will win even though it is yet to begin, Rapid succession with lesson's confessin within, Leave an impression through expression everytime the session begin's... ... ........ Oh God, How I wish they could hear me, Fear me or cheer me, Clearly no one is near me.. Not your closest of peer's, see? I'm willing to PROVE it.. I just hope I don't LOSE it.. Not to confuse S**t, I don't mean LOSE what I set out to PROVE, b***h.. **** Worthless lines of rythms march through my mind, Debates that I find while chasing down time and Im..... At a loss of words... Im so ****** tired of people admired by liar's chasing religion because of a fear of the fire.. I am, The igniter of fire, Standing high on my empire of desire's like a king, Just call me sire. Living breathing, I am everything...

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An After-Market Warranty for my Catholic Space Laser “...tremulous little people of dim intellect and hyperactive imagination...need that Wondrous Explanation that will quiet all their fears, thrill them with villains to revile, and never tax their feeble powers of intellection.” -John D. MacDonald, Reading for Survival The Great Texas Emu Bubble, crop circles Power crystals, cryptocurrency Jewish space lasers, messages from Q Lizard people abducted by aliens Enron, obey the science, the settled science Chloroquine, tulips, herd immunity Your Norton has expired, buy magic beans Invoice #666 needs to be paid today Your uncle in Nigeria is in lots of trouble And don’t forget the South Sea Bubble

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May 12, 2022

May 12, 2022 at 6:28 PM UTC

lawrence-hall

An After-Market Warranty for my Catholic Space Laser

An After-Market Warranty for my Catholic Space Laser “...tremulous little people of dim intellect and hyperactive imagination...need that Wondrous Explanation that will quiet all their fears, thrill them with villains to revile, and never tax their feeble powers of intellection.” -John D. MacDonald, Reading for Survival The Great Texas Emu Bubble, crop circles Power crystals, cryptocurrency Jewish space lasers, messages from Q Lizard people abducted by aliens Enron, obey the science, the settled science Chloroquine, tulips, herd immunity Your Norton has expired, buy magic beans Invoice #666 needs to be paid today Your uncle in Nigeria is in lots of trouble And don’t forget the South Sea Bubble

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One day you'll mean the world to someone. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to be with you, but right now it just can't be me and you. You choose to ignore all the reasons why, Why it just isn't right, Why it wouldn't work out. Our connection is depthless. Your concept of love is so naive. You're quick to rush into a relationship, Seeing your future in every pretty girl that walks your way. Baby that isn't love at first sight And this just doesn't feel right. I can't force it, My mind craves something deeper, Longing for intellection. Don't take this as a rejection. Your lover is somewhere out there. Waiting for you to come along and hold her tight. You'll be the one to treat her right. For that I'm reluctant to let you go. Fearing that no one will ever treat me the way you do. For that I'm self-seeking. You don't deserve my selfish intentions. My broken heart is not your dilemma. So I guess this is my goodbye, Maybe we'll be together in another lifetime.

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Nov 14, 2018

Nov 14, 2018 at 10:52 AM UTC

Deleted432

Longing for Intellection

One day you'll mean the world to someone. I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to be with you, but right now it just can't be me and you. You choose to ignore all the reasons why, Why it just isn't right, Why it wouldn't work out. Our connection is depthless. Your concept of love is so naive. You're quick to rush into a relationship, Seeing your future in every pretty girl that walks your way. Baby that isn't love at first sight And this just doesn't feel right. I can't force it, My mind craves something deeper, Longing for intellection. Don't take this as a rejection. Your lover is somewhere out there. Waiting for you to come along and hold her tight. You'll be the one to treat her right. For that I'm reluctant to let you go. Fearing that no one will ever treat me the way you do. For that I'm self-seeking. You don't deserve my selfish intentions. My broken heart is not your dilemma. So I guess this is my goodbye, Maybe we'll be together in another lifetime.

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