brain

Brain

 

 

 

 

we use 10% of it.

 

what is he other 90 doing?

 

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A Hole: Pain Through The Brain

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Dreams

I waked up,

In the mirror I had my closeup.

There was a hole in my throat,

Fastly I slipped into my coat.

 

I went to the hospital,

I was worried I recall.

I gave the fault to Abra,

Who was able to the macabre.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A dream I had.

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Brain Cylinders

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Cthulhu Mythos

The Mi-Go cut out the brain,

But you won't go insane.

They insert it into a cylinder,

Keeping the brain conscious.

 

See, hear, and speak

By means of electrodes

Connected with machines

Simulating human senses.

 

Preserving brains, being deathless;

Conveying them through space

Bodies didn't had the way

Too frail to survive the journey.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Mythos poem.

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D.A.

 

 

i am the scarecrow,

because i hold the scare,

i can be your fantasy

turned into nightmare,

i've been serrated and shattered,

my eyeballs are clocks,

they threw my brains in a trashcan,

and so i've stolen your thoughts,

my torso's in a lake somewhere

and my arms lit on fire,

oh, i don't want to be the scarecrow

but truth is, i'm just a liar,

i could run to you slow motion,

and walk along the ocean,

but poor me i'm deranged,

i could think i'd be winkin'

if my armpits weren't stinkin'

oh, i wish i had a brain!

 

wouldn't have to play the advocate

of these devils so dam* adamant 

if i only hadda brain!!! 

 

 

8:00 AM 7/9/2013  ©

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nauLgZISozs.............

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THE TEMPLE

 

Some people are not aware of this, but there is a difference between your brain and the mind. Your brain; is an organ, flesh, a piece of meat: but, without our brains, it would be impossible for us to survive; or even perform our everyday task like; digesting our food or blinking to protect our eye’s, the windows to the soul. There are protons and neutrons (electricity) are fired throughout our bodies from our brain which makes our bodies operate and function on a day to day basis. The brain is divided into the left and right hemisphere. On the left side of the brain, are concepts such as logic; the right side, is our creativity dwells. However both work together so accurate and precise, that it would appear that the brain is one single unit.

The right side of the brain is the interesting side; this is were our creative skills are formed and put to use; Painting, singing writing all come from the right side of our minds, and will consume all or most of our time if we let them. This is a good thing, this is grace from Christ and these are our desires and passions coming to manifestation. Psalms 37:4 tells us to delight ourselves also in the lord; and he shall give thee the desires of thy heart. So somewhere, deep within the brain is the essence of a man, some were the brain ends and the mind begins. It is somewhere in our brain, deep in the center of the left and right hemisphere, that the real meaning of man exist, and it is there that the link to the almighty dwells and if we are able to purify that link between the brain and the mind by; Loving our neighbor as much as we love our selves, letting go and letting God take complete control, and giving everything to the father, asking him to create in us a clean heart, 51st psalm 10th verse, so that we may be candidates for the gift of grace and mercy that can be found only in the heart of Christ.

It is very peculiar to me, that Christ told the disciples to cast there nets over the right side of there boat, and if they did, they would catch more fish than could be hauled in (John 21:6), there is something peculiar about the right side of things. Jesus sits on the right hand side of the father (Matthew 22:44), and the sheep shall sit on his right hand, but the goats will be on the left. (Matthew 25:33).

What if we used that same concept for ourselves instead of casting a net for fishing over the side of a ship; we ought to cast our thoughts, dreams, and desires onto the right side of the brain; the side of the brain that is not controlled by logic, instead is limitless and eternally creative. The bible tells us it is from the mind, that we are able to keep and hold our visions so that our visions become reality.

It is with our minds that our destiny is controlled. Either in poverty or living in the fruits of our labor, it’s all a state of mind. The left side of our brain uses logic to trick Gods people; logic will have you believing that your financial situation will never get better or that you will never find the love of your life.

At some point in our lives we need to learn not to depend on Logic or the left side of the brain to help us with our decisions, because they will be wrong. Instead we should lean more to the right: the side of the brain that has infinite possibilities.

Some people are not aware of this, but there is a difference between your brain and the mind. Your brain; is an organ, flesh, a piece of meat: but, without our brains, it would be impossible for us to survive.

 

 

The Temple. 

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Poetry

I waked up,

In the mirror I had my closeup.

There was a hole in my throat,

Fastly I slipped into my coat.


 

I went to the hospital,

I was worried I recall.

I gave the fault to Abra,

Who was able to the macabre.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A dream I had.

brain dead

People refuse to learn. 

 

Instead of cherishing 

what they have, 

they always think 

the grass is greener 

on the other side, 

and the only reason 

it looks that way, 

is because it's fertilized 

with bullshit. 

 

Where have all the smart people gone? 

 

 

 

6:25 AM 6/27/2013 ©

 

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Ejga4kJUts

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

Sorry, Could You Say That Again?

Yes, I hear you.

I'm giving you all the attention I could possibly give you,

But the problem here is simply that I can't process you.

 

Now allow me to explain.

You see, the vibration and number of sound waves in a woman's voice makes it harder for men to decipher what you're saying.

When it comes to processing a woman's voice,

We use the more complex auditory part of our brain.

This part of the brain is for processing music and poetry.

The most beautiful thing the human ear can hear!

 

When you speak, I get lost in a melody.

Your mouth is moving, that I can see,

But something just takes over me.

This melody sets my mind free.

 

And though nothing you just said adheres,

Your voice is music to my ears.

…So could you just repeat that last thing you said again?

 

- The Truth

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I've been writing in class a lot lately, and I think it's really starting to show in my work. This one is about how men's brains process voices.
Let me know what you think. It's inspired by a moment when I has having my first in depth conversation with this girl I know and I was afraid she didn't think i was listening to her.

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Vitals

The night falls upon face of the earth

Like a blunt slap devouring the mirth

Startled, bereaved, moaning in groups

Deprived of their home and hearth

 

Constant exodus and constant misery

Ceaseless penury of mindless fury

As if the elements of entire universe

Coming together to promote the curse

 

Thoughts are numb

Words are absurd

Only vultures in the name of bird

In sight...  a terribly perishing herd


Skewed justification

Political configuration

Systematic human extermination

End of reason, end of salvation



It is just so difficult

To express in words

The hapless cries for help

One learns to ignore



When routinely

Murders occur

When insanely

Children suffer


Women are raped

Minds are shaped

To accept the grotesque

As standard

 

Red rose reminds of blood

The crescent of murderous weapon

Every other is now the foe

To kill has become a mission


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