The Mind Poem by Brendon Olsen

Thoughts thought thoughtfully
As I notice I wrote
Thoughtful thoughts I notice
Then spoke note after note
Hapless picking does beckon
Certain things out of me
My mind moves to dwell on
Take note
Take notice
I wrote
Wrote note I noticed
And spoke
Bespoke little notes
I never did notice
Devoid of intent

Sung not the chorus
No illusion carefully sent
Notes just to note
Sent notices wrote
Wrote I, as I spoke
And never you you you
You never never never ever ever ever woke


Expected results I do tend to evoke Repetitive task, the key wears a coat Notice notes but only half full of hope
Convinced though I am not by inquisitive blasphemy Plotting against me?
Never No
How about
When wrote are the notes
Light beacons chastity


Manifest anything and everything
Or even what's not
Here lies the fault
For ever thinking a thought
Dwelling upon top of your head
And worn like a hat
Brimming with worship
For this and for that
That and then his
Will often dress up
Gilded thoughts from the past
You must have made up
You think thoughtful thoughts
But think them again
Whether you like them or not
Thoughts are seldom a friend

Teachers fervently teach
Always fresh is the fruit
When heavily laden with knowledge And truth feeding seeping leaving
Mind dripping with juice
Satiate hunger through mouths
That forgot about which
Flavorful notes catch melody
And which notes miss the pitch


Time reverently bows
When fed Eden's apple
Hunger pains are removed
And replaced with a rattle
Rules you must follow,
Obey as they do

Learn the scales
And chord theory
Learn circles of fourths
And fifths, yes, those too


You should learn so that clearly
very nearly
You're broken
Thoughtful learning must force
weary so dreary mitigation
Learning for learning's sake
yes trouble a brew
Forgotten myth of old
Stubborn wise men repeat
Circular falsehood sound like the truth


Bringing forth spells of
Death to creation Death to the heart
Death to the meek Deaths tears apart
Death until it stinks of rotten elation


Defenceless and vulnerable
Bring death to the quiet
Bring death to the nature
Bring death to the pious
Death to the part
That doesn't find home
In our physical self

Trust in only the bone
Stoic remains
Ever and always the same
Harmonic modulation
Claimed by all just the same
Speaking true to they
Who wrote notice note
Notice wrote notes
Nonsense has purpose
Clear as the rain
Explain it to them
Again and again




With no imagination
surely thought they have not
Real can't define that
which can only be thought
And thoughts can not add
to the soup in your pot
When we feel with our heart
not our mind Thought or not
Granted are those
with the power of time
Just another way to look
at this beautiful world


Straight lines stay in line
Curled lines ever curled
Desire knocks on doors for those who wait for the clear
Patient and ready and
completely unknowing

Never described are the things
that simply must be
If you think I express fate
sort of haphazardly
Spread the Universe over
like mold on old bread
Dream of free will as a trap
I warn you have wilfully chosen
Fear of fate and relate
to the witches dark coven
Walk along narrow paths
beaten and tread
Think not of the mould
taste the rye in your head
A trick can be played on your mind
Yes your mind can be fed
Hungry are those
Who choose but one view
When you limit perspective
you find nothing new
Venture out past the edge
of the light from the fire
Headlong into unknown
where living actually transpires


I choose sight over living
Thought not broken through
Beside me you will be
Sightless or not
Forever in time
Note wrote notice forgot
Goodbye
I have come
Unglued