THE MIND

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THE MIND

ITS ALL IN THE MIND WHERE THE BATTLE IS,                                                THOUGHTS LIKE BIRDS FLAPPING THEIR WINGS.                                       UNENDING DREAMS GOES ON AND ON,                                                        IT SEEM SO REAL, ITS ALL IN THE MIND.                                                                                                                                                           LIKE PEACOCK I WALK IN FANTASY,                                                              I WANDER ALL DAY, LIKE GRAZING SHEEPS.                                             IN MY MIND, ALL IS BRIGHT AND BEAUTIFUL.                                                LIFE SEEMS SO FULFILLING, JUST IN THE MIND.                                                                                                                                                 COMPLETELY ABSTRACT, YET MOST POWER,                                                    FOR ALL THAT IS, IS PLANNED IN THE MIND.                                           INVISIBLE, UNSEEN EVEN BY ONESELF,                                                          YET SO CONTROLLING, ITS THE MASTER OF YOUR SOUL.                                                                                                                                     THE BATTLE IS WON AND LOST IN THE MIND,                                              YOUR FUTURE IS IN THE HANDS OF YOUR MIND.                                         BE STRONG, DONT LOOSE IT TO YOUR MIND,                                              YOU ARE A CHAMPION, ITS ALL IN THE MIND.                               

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nesto1 commented on THE MIND

09-18-2009

This poem is mind touching and inspiring. The mind is a very powerful tool, it can make and unmake you.

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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