I am reading a book called "Battlefield of the mind" and the books synopsis is that the only way the devil can get to you is through your mind, he will plant thoughts and ideas, and we basically take it upon ourselves and end up believing those lies.. Im not smart enough, I am not pretty enough, I cant make it, I cant pay my bills, I cant write.. etc. Its almost as if its the enemy just plotting the way he is going to destroy humanity..
in the "house of thoughts"
Wow that must of been one heck of a dream. Try reading fairytales before going to bed. -smile- I really enjoyed this write and it excite me that you got up in the middle of the night to pen this piece. That is why maybe this poem is a little darker than your others because a bad dream inspired you and you created and shared the experiences with us. Thank you for a really Great write!
I am reading a book called "Battlefield of the mind" and the books synopsis is that the only way the devil can get to you is through your mind, he will plant thoughts and ideas, and we basically take it upon ourselves and end up believing those lies.. Im not smart enough, I am not pretty enough, I cant make it, I cant pay my bills, I cant write.. etc. Its almost as if its the enemy just plotting the way he is going to destroy humanity..
in the "house of thoughts"
I can tell that it was written in the dreams wake.
It has a kind of Edgar Allen Poe touch to it and I enjoy that.
I love the flashy dreamy feel to it.
Like one second somethings happening then the next it's completely different but the transition is so smooth
you don't entirely register it.
As silly as this will sound.
I imagined Vincent Price narrating this.
Lovely.
wow, this was an excellant write. not only the flow and imagery but the "material" itself. though "dark'" and scary it was also very true. "heed not the warnings to protect your thoughts, and darkness is all you will see" very powerful statement there! great job my friend, very well done. ;)
Before it pours it's foundation of discontent
Its mortars are mixed with fear and sand
WOW!!! to be riddled with fear...I absolutely love the imagery and all the thoughts this poem invoked. I am sitting here in awe. I feel like you know me, that this was written for me, about me...I guess I'm not terminally unique! Beautiful!
So on the mark, here! Yes, it is quite amazing at how our thoughts can rule our entire lives. Either destroy or bring much happiness . . . it's all up to us. Being aware, consciously aware of our every thought, makes all the difference.
the house metaphor is good... very poetic work!
dreams are indeed powerful, and holds a lot to move one person in creativity. but this one is beyond creativity. yes, there are many figures of speech and it is artistically written, but what i really love is the capacity of the poem to portray such powerful image to provoke one's thought regarding all evil, and how it resides to one's mind like its own home...
Good job!! Wow! I loved this. wish my ex boyfriend could read it, because his house was built with all these materials, hee hee. I know, isn't writing in the middle of the night the best time? I know there were times when I had a great idea while driving my car, or in bed, and I ran to a piece of paper as fast as i could, so i wouldn't lose the spur of creativity on the tip of my mind.
How true this is....I am reminded of a wise scripture..."Take every thought captive and lead them to the obedience of Christ." It is the saving grace for a Christian... when our thoughts are often not our own. :-)
I was born in Texas October of 1966. Raised in California where i fell in love with music and art. I came from a large , poor family where the most valuable thing we ownwed was our love for each other.. more..