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Dissect My Mindset

Oh but to dream
To drift
Lift upon broken wings and…
Soar.
High above the people
Watching them,
Like small ancestral, intestinal, incest-ual
Insects
I di-sect, my mindset
And find that
I am not whole

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  • Tarja
    December 29, 2007
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    Well... I really don't get it. I mean I know there is probably some deep message written in between the lines that my simple country girl mind just isn't grasping, but I honestly just don't understand what you are trying to say. Whatever it is, sounds deep.


  • lunarmist 53
    December 28, 2007

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    upon broken wings - to soar.... a feat of the mind over material setbacks.

    interesting. thought provoking..and the conclusion

    "I am not whole"

    if you were then there would be need for nothing else.

    Alan.

    All out of bunnies.

    Have three virtual ones on account.


  • just mercedes gold member
    December 28, 2007

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    very interesting write. In dreams, even broken wings can make us soar. It becomes easier to look at people if they are kept at a distance - being over them, above them, you feel safe from them. Life hurts. People are life. Too much distance and they become despicable. How can you be whole, when you have di-sected your mindset? You are they, they are you, learn to love yourself and it becomes easy to love others.


  • Tony El Great silver member
    December 28, 2007

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    I like this poem: the flow and the meaning. I take it that you despise people as inferior to yourself, but find yourself perverted and lacking as well; as if you are dragging yourself down: at least that is what I got from the work; and you don't find this sentiment so neatly compacted in an ingenious way such as you have done very often; but it is the sentiment of many out there; some that find themselves so flawless to others they kill without feeling: dangerous MFs I'm afraid. ¦:¬{

    • Aandolin
      December 28, 2007
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      While the original meaning of this poem was not exactly as you stated, it is somewhat close. I am of the opinion that poetry is the highest form of art, because It can so easily mean something different to each person who reads it. I encourage you and anyone who reads this and takes from it something different then I intended to be taken to not second guess yourself based on what I meant, because my true meaning in writing is to inspire thought, as it seems I have in you.


  • Nstlgc4Disaster
    December 28, 2007
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    i like this one
    it feels so deep
    very good

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