"mindlessness" poems
Lies are lies
they deny you the truth.
Truth is truth
it denies you the lie.
when examined closely both are exactly the same.
They are interchangeable.
People that tell the "truth" to you are denying you lies.
How boring and dangerous and malevolent are people full of truth.
Choose your religious truth---
Christian truth.
Islamic truth.
Judaic truth.
Vedic Hindoo truth.
Buddist truth.
Capitalist truth.
Socialist truth.
Free market truth.
Managed market truth.
Monarchist truth.
Democratic truth.
Militarist truth.
Liberal truth.
Fascist truth.
People that tell lies to you are denying you truthfulness.
How boring and dangerous and malevolent are people full of lies.
Choose your lies.
Christian lies.
Islamic lies.
Judaic lies.
Vedic Hindoo lies.
Buddist lies.
Capitalist lies.
Socialist lies.
Free market lies.
Managed market lies.
Monarchist lies.
Democratic lies.
Militarist lies.
Liberal lies.
Fascist lies.
Truthfulness is neither truth nor lies.
It exists on its own.
Truthfulness is free of the Duality of Truth and Lies..
The individual Isness exists in the state of Separate and Merged with the Isness of the Universe.
Permanent Mindlessness is unconditional love--just ask any Dog or Cat.
The Mind separates us from the Isness of the Universe.
The Mind creates Duality which is governed by Conditional Love.
The individual Isness creates Unconditional Love(Consciousness) which is outside Duality.
Mind cannot create Unconditional Love.
The individual Isness cannot create Conditional Love.
If you have Mind/Conditioned Identity in your head you cannot love Unconditionally.
If you do not have Mind/Conditioned Identity then you can only love Unconditionally.
If you have Mind and Conditioned Identity you cannot be Merged with the Isness of the Universe.
If you are Mindless and Conditioned Identityless you are merged with the Isness of the Universe.
Conditional Love says I love you on Condition I can hate you.
Unconditional Love says I will never stop loving you but I may dissapprove of your actions but I will never hate you because I cannot hate..
Conditional Love is selective--it only applies to Family and Friends and fellow GroupMind members.
Unconditional Love is not selective--it applies to every living being--human or otherwise.
Unconditional Love does not see people as Friends and Enemies.
Unconditional Love sees people as individual Isness incarnated in bodies.
Humans are deceived by the Mind into believing that the Conditioned Identity is their true Identity and deceived by the Mind into believing that they should leave the running of their brains and therefore their lives to the Mind.
The individual Isness is a small but equal individual independent,
nameless,formless,genderless,autonomous portion of the Isness of the Universe that people controlled by Mind are taught to call a Soul.
The Soul is just another Mind created Conditioned Identity.
The Atman is just another Mind created Conditioned Identity.
The individual Isness is formed from a small but equal portion of the essence of the Isness of the Universe and incarnated in a Human Body of either Gender-_male or female of any skin colour.
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Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 1:24 AM UTC
The night has been commissioned
to awaken in me
the ubiquitous longing for your touch.
The mindlessness consumes me
when I wander from dream to dream,
fantasizing the ever after
that’ll mysteriously become present
once you touch.
The exuberant charm in every swipe
of the breeze broadens a smile,
reminding me of the endless passion
for good humor and intense delight
that you decree in large measures
whilst I quail in love.
It is diabolical, this game you play
of keeping in shadows
while I wither,
in the unremitting glare of the sun
that keeps me on the banks of the dark lake
leaving me with only
a few drops to wet my hand.
I will implore to have an end
to this ceaseless battle of restraint and abandon,
But am only left with a tremulous belief,
it is all not false what I see,
in the glorious mist that night casts,
I do not only sleep.
Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 2:05 PM UTC
Curtains, veils of virtual vice
So, gaze through the ****** intermix
of positional latency,
nano-notions lost in frantic phantasm,
requisites of an idle, unhealed mind.
Draw the virtual screen curtains open,
bring forth the lustful images to
feed the circuitous appetite, lurking
front-row-presence, at the keys.
Unknown, undertones
of desirability, poses in patient wait,
online implication of fallen ways,
predication of unveiling moments.
As any-time-porn pours its spill
of sickest gratification behind
the curtain tab selective viewing.
It is someone’s child the glides on rails
of drawn conclusions, through windows
where drapes of cyber mindlessness
hang on dank walls of seedy buildings.
The ***** grinder always plays the tune
to which monkeys happily dance,
in a world where Neanderthals hang out,
unperturbed with new technology.
May 22, 2012
May 22, 2012 at 9:44 AM UTC
in graves of boorish lands
a livingness so fake
riddling away this void
amidst the autumn race
with blink of bleeding heart
memory seeped in pain
she hangs upon his sleep
stale as love remain
but though may demon heart
pull voices in a head
and shrink below her weight
triumph as quitters dead
to find itself holed in
a crypt of blinding dark
dystopian consciousness
rejected cut spark
if faith shall fade and choke
in throes of emptiness
risk streams of million thoughts
set freeze in mindlessness
he'll find himself alive
near oasis of hate
her cascading blue eyes
crashing inferno's gate
for in his dreams as if
twisted lie angry shores
an accident of life
she drifts as nervous smoke
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 8:03 AM UTC
A fire raged in the darkness that resembled a postcard sent from hell
It was destroying the once beautiful vision that was the old town Carousel
Large striking white horses that in the past stood like angels in the night
Were all now fiercely burning as they cast an eerie sight
The smell of the charred wood and the plume of ash in the air
Left a tearjerking memory to the workers on the fair
A disturbing insight into mindlessness certain people possess
The flames rose in the air caused by those who couldn’t care less
Blistering heat was getting stronger with every hour that past
The sounds of loud sirens finally filled the air at last
Gone was the wonderful paintwork resembling times gone by
Now there were black patches that made the ancients cry
What now for the old Carousel?
With so many stories yet to tell
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 9:57 AM UTC
I am hungry for infallible
Disastrous possession
Avoidant personalities
Violent narcissists
And angry pedophiles
I, narcissist
I have asked for this
Inattentive guardians
And half-baked characters
This willingness of mean
Wild and violent
Watch me fall asleep
And take out your mindlessness
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 4:33 PM UTC
If you mind
Their small mindedness
Their mindlessness
Will become the beast which kills the creative genius
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 9:23 AM UTC
STOP
We don’t need Science. STOP.
We already have all the answers.
STOP.
Stop all inquiry and research.
ALL ANSWERS IN OUR HOLY BOOK. STOP.
We have all the visions and the dreams and the formulae
in our Holy Books and in our religions
and in all that is Revealed by the ALMIGHTY.
Stop! Stop Science! STOP! God has spoken to us
And the BOOK says BOO! to Science.
STOP! STOP!
God has appointed the Few to teach the Many.
Listen to the BLESSED and the HOLY ONES.
STOP.
IGNORE SCIENCE. Be ignorant of Science.
Silence SCIENCE. STOP.
STOP SCIENCE. We know all there is to be known
in our Holy Book. STOP. We will explain it to you.
Trust God and listen to those appointed by GOD.
Everything you’ve always wanted
to know is all in here. STOP. In the Holy Book.
Our Places of Worship have got it all. STOP SCIENCE.
STOP INQUIRY. Inquiry is sin. STOP. Science is against the Holy.
STOP. God does not like Science. God gave us a mind to obey
and to think only of God.
Think mindlessly about GOD. In Mindlessness is Salvation.
LET your MIND be ALWAYS of GOD. Think NOTHING ELSE.
STOP. STOP Science.
Science is endless questions. STOP. Religion is Pure.
Religion is the word of God. Science is the ACT of the Devil. STOP.
Listen to the priest and those who are holy. STOP. Obey Religion.
STOP. Obey God. STOP SCIENCE. Obey God. STOP.
Stop inquiring and research.
ALL ANSWERS IN OUR HOLY BOOK. STOP.
LISTEN. DO NOT INQUIRE. OBEY. STOP SCIENCE. STOP.
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 8:02 AM UTC
So convinced that this is the end,
You tore through turbulent existence;
Your sentences, all past tense.
What is foe was once a friend,
Yet, you seek rhetoric arguments
And metaphors that never make sense.
Some crazy paradox? – If I can comment,
Your presence was always permanent.
The madness brimmed and quickly spilled
Actions of mindlessness – impulse -
Jumped the cliff, the water repulsed
Skull against stone, drilled.
While the gulls cried out grim lullabies,
Your soul fell through the punctured skies.
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 6:02 AM UTC
The bagpipes blast through the open window
a marching band
a commemoration of The Battle Of Jutland
up the road, a stones throw,
the military cemetery full of dead young men.
Remembered now in solemn hearts and minds
- the mindlessness of war, the breaking of hearts
when the bagpipes stop piping, the silence.
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 8:34 AM UTC
i think i started five poems just now
trying to find the right words
some days they flow with ease
some days they sound
strained
the backspace button shows
the most wear on my keyboard;
i wish there was a
backspace
for life...
i stared at the screen too long
and it went black
tired of waiting for me to
think of some clever combination of words;
i never set a screensaver
there's something weird about those.
i read a poem the other day
by a poet telling us
what it takes to be
a poet
but i think anyone can be
whatever they want;
who are we to judge
when we are always writing
about those who
judge us?
our species is endangered
in this age of mindlessness
we are the catalyst
for creativity
the embers of the fire
started by the great minds
of ancient times...
will we let it die completely
or will we succeed
at rekindling its
greatness?
Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 5:49 PM UTC
When left alone
Late at night
The voices of my mind
Being my only
Lonely plight –
I oft wonder
Do I love you?
Is it a feeling
Imbedded deep within
My soul?
Or a lust?
To be your bed maiden
Your late night
Lure?
Is there a “we”?
A heart spoken
Us?
Or is all this
Just a “madness”
Coated in my lust?
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 9:24 AM UTC
Are people happy?
Are they content?
I see so many blank faces
Faces of disinterest
They are neither happy
Neither sad
Feelings are none
A blank canvas if you will
They dont feel anything
Nothing at all
Is life something that is lived
Nothing more than this?
Aspirations are not in the cards
The wheels keep turning
The direction unknown
Endings are endings
Begginings are beginnings
This is life
Mindlessness and transfixed
Life goes on
What is to be
Is to be
Regret is none
Future is approaching
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 10:26 AM UTC
Maybe you’re just terrified that the distance will take over the already empty spaces between your words. Then again, how close are they now? Should’ve never said them in the first place. You kept infixing the wrong meanings into the almost right words and that’s how you ended up here, talking to yourself. Do they mean the same to her as they do to you? How would I know? More like “what would they mean if they didn’t mean anything to you?” Whatever that is, is exactly what they would mean to her. I hate how you always make sense to me yet I’m the one who’s called crazy when I tell people the same stuff that you tell me. Wait, are you crazy? We’ve had that conversation already. Maybe it’s because you don’t say it the way I do. Or they don’t hear it the way YOU do. Remember how you “INFIXX” the wrong meanings into the almost right words? Why would you “INFIXX” my infix? I like that word. No, it’s not a made up word. And I agree. But language is overrated. Everything we’ve ever read is just a different combination of the same twenty-six letters. Wait, why do you always do this? We were talking about her. Let’s talk about her. I like talking about her. Why are you even writing this down? I’m about to post it on the internet. Hellopoetry? This is not even a poem. You could’ve paragraphised it at least. Is that a made up word? ...yes.
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 5:33 PM UTC
A lockdown of everything..
Of our arrogance
Of our mindlessness
Of our ignorance
Of our apathy
Of our cruelty
Of our carelessness
With the lockdown lifted..
Will we change for the better?
Better we do..!!!
Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 11:07 PM UTC
alone in the dark
feeling the infiltration
porch lights and lamp posts
softly glowing through curtains
stealing onto the ceiling
robbing me of sleep
streaming, churning mindlessness
a holding pattern
clenched fists grasping on to night
keeping tomorrow at bay
Jul 28, 2010
Jul 28, 2010 at 3:50 PM UTC
No I
No Me
No Mine?
No problem
It all makes so much sense
In a meditation hall
No Music
No Mouth
No Mindlessness
Life’s a breeze
At the end of your nose
Then you leave
And life eases you in gently
It’s good to be at home
Alive
No Lie
No Meat
No Alcohol
No Drugs
No Stealing
Morality is the new rock’n’roll
Equanimity will wake you up
And help you sleep
Ignorance is no more answer
The knowing tugs at you
Won’t let you be
There are things to do
That can’t be un-done
And things to be
That cannot be done
That can only be done by being
It won’t go away
Every time you look
In the opposite direction
The mirror gets bigger
Until eventually
You always see it
Even when your eyes are shut
I endeavour to shut my eyes more
But only so that I can see
Nov 15, 2012
Nov 15, 2012 at 12:48 PM UTC
pulsating bodies caught in the eyes,
of a beat pounded to death,
over female screams of why god why,
must we go through these cynical contortionist
abortions to stay in this state,
half alive, half dead, in this granite slate
we are now writing upon with shots
so we can synchronize to these animal times,
and the mindlessness, mindfulness of being.
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 8:27 PM UTC
withered eyes a
crescent moon of
dusk under the
pupils red lightning
cracking across
blank pages born
from some unseen
space beyond the
corners
when the head lolls
back the neck snaps
to refocusing on the
unseen nothing in
the physical to grasp
at looking through
all layers of deceit
at an inside a
center that cannot
exist but is always
there
motion is the mirror
the frame the negatives
rolling seamlessly teeth
and sprockets a perpetual
rotation immune to friction
faction and conflation
singular in its mindlessness
just an eye bloodshot with
nebulae as everything
collapses in on itself at the
speed of light passing
through the central retinal
vein feeding information
into the unseen center of all
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 4:52 PM UTC
Unseen Glory
Yes I’m still on a kick I want you to have more I know the sorrow and trouble that plagues your life
My desire is not for frivolous mindlessness but substantial and variable defense newness maximized
On black days when trouble hits you have a birthright that you’re missing and you’re settling for strife
Your heart bears the onslaught of attacks that are already won for you all you need is claim victory
A little one cries I’m sorry I don’t care how old you are you are little children that cry is without equal
I have heard your heart neither I nor God care to hear words that are not real those are for free places
I’m talking about the places where you are bound from long ago hurts they allow no escape you quail
You long to be free the throne of heaven is open but you hold your troubles and press on in the dark
Ministering spirits have no other job or duty but to come to your rescue who denies a child comfort
“A broken and wounded spirit who can know it” or find its depth or understand its pain what remedy?
The spirit of man abides among the unseen where all is open and revealed your help a mighty fortress
All is needed is look the unseen draw bridge will lower in the company of angels the healing will begin
No more fits and disturbing thoughts to beat you a suffer no more healing has been purchased by blood
By stripes from the whip he saw your face of tears it made him steady and strong cruelty vanquished
With unsteady steps you will be lead then you will feel the burden lighten as no other he understood
Your plea is the golden coin of this realm it buys priceless love freedom from sorrow all burdens lifted
Nov 24, 2011
Nov 24, 2011 at 4:22 PM UTC
On my way back,
He got angry at the seats
Assigned separately.
A little too far,
She, a little too dimwitted,
Those who travel together
Sit together,
Now don't normal families do!
But we couldn't,
The seats were empty,
We were the first few to arrive,
She has no excuses
Other than her mindlessness.
I stopped the formal complaining
And would sort it I say.
(Rough edges).
In the aisle, a small traffic
I, the second car.
After a brief, polite but angered spat
We sat sepearate,
Say I will sort it.
The man I could tell
Spoke my tongue,
I waz getting better at observing.
After two lines of request he agreed,
And I waited for the aisle to empty.
(Questions. Answers.)
In the wait,
The man behind got up
And offered his place,
I couldn't thank him enough,
Our frivolity
Made his act a nobelity,
I declined.
We smiled at each other
Our truest of smiles
And things were better again.
We were one big family,
Looking after the other.
The man of my tongue
And the man of my family
Drifted off to a conversation,
And I to a digital page.
I can't speak for the noble man,
I didn't look at him again.
(Silence)
After a light meal,
I am craving a tea,
That's the first thing I ask now
Everytime I come home.
(It might be red.)
Aug 22, 2017
Aug 22, 2017 at 7:58 AM UTC
We worry about why we exist but our only purpose
is to fall in love with a masterpiece created by a god
so lonely he had to invent an audience.
So if every one of us is one and we are all god
maybe that's why I don't see shooting stars,
but I look up and fall in love with
every wish I will never make.
Maybe when we drink wine we lose a sense of self.
Because we are not humans,
but we are something much bigger.
Maybe that's why when we drink we get hiccups.
Because hiccups attempt to shock the mind back to consciousness.
Thinking is a drug and drugs are just spiritual defibrillators.
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 6:30 PM UTC