The Many Minds of My Thoughts                            by Sean Whalen

 

My mind is full of thoughts

Each thought with a mind

Each mind of a different kind

With no control of their fight

No control of the might

Of the power that seams strongest in the night

My thought put their minds together

They bicker and argue about whether

Whether to expand or remain dormant

Whether to respect their place or to vent

Where these minds of my thoughts could have went

They have lost their original goal

In all their thinking my thoughts have lost their soul

It was something, something they were looking for

Something? Something deep within the core

A combination of thought, of mind, of soul

Mabey mystical lore or that ever present answerless hole

What is it those minds are looking for

With ecstasy they agree! An answer and more

It is! It is! An idea they are looking for

An idea is what they were looking for

My mind is full of thoughts

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How Does History Choose?                                     by Sean Whalen

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How does History choose

The one’s who win and lose

If History is told by the victor

Truth becomes entangled as wicker

 

History praised the thoughtless and violent

Keeps them alive while oppressing the silent

While the voice of a good-hearted man

Gets lost in our History, like a small grain of sand

 

Let us look at our History, day one of A.D.

It said on this day that myth gave way to reality

The long-told stories of ancient gods

Gave way to the gospel of one man at odds

 

Before this day History told us of conquest and war

Before this day the story of victor was at History’s core

 

After this day history told us of a man who slept on the floor

After this day history respects a compassion for the poor

 

With the last true miracle History respects

A man rose from the earth, for it’s the silence he connects

Here History hears a whisper for the first time

Here History sees the lowest of the low, begin their climb

 

For a few hundred years, love spread like a weed

Louder and louder History hears those in need

While the men of power still ruled by the sword

A question begins, was violence still Lord?

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 Now History arose to hear the voice of an empire

A new powerful man spoke with a cross of fire

In a philosophy that began with the voice of the poor

This man of great wealth screamed it with war

 

Before this day History expanded her mind

Before this day History could have been kind

 

After this day History told us what’s wrong

After this day the silent lost their song

 

Wars of the vain, were fought between desert and rain

While the people of faith have nothing to claim

An expansion of warriors let to a to a power led quest

While ignoring the silent led to black death

 

For a full thousand years, people lived in the dark

Afraid of the voice that gave humanity a spark

History gets lost in the expansion of power

History once again, makes the good man cower

 

It takes this much pain to see the insanity of the sane

A quarter of humanity seams swallowed in vain

With ninety-five thoughts filled with unrest

Another man rose to question man’s quest

 

Before this day History killed for the cross

Before this day History’s ability to question what’s lost

 

After this day, History heard the whispers of reform

After this day a new type of man was born

 

With thoughts of the next life so strong

The poor paid the rich until this life was gone

Men with great courage began to question the one

The silent began to ask, are we all not his son?

 

With the reformation of ideas came the expression of thought

An everyman was born, it was knowledge he sought

History’s ears opened wide and her eyes began to see

An expansion of art, science and philosophy

 

With questions came answers and the expansion of man

With answers came questions of how to advance one’s land

A powerful man with no son and no reason

Takes his island from Rome and creates a new season

 

Before this day History was focused on thought

Before this day History could no longer be bought

 

After this day a new hatred would rise

After this day History can’t hear the lies

 

As Nations arose to build invisible lines

Men expand their wealth with no thought of their crimes

Crimes on the silent, History hear not their voice

The expansion of land gave natives no choice

 

History tells us of many great revolutions

No speak of mass murder, History’s truth is our illusions

These illusions of grandeur make us believe History’s lies

While the lies of our thoughts silence native cries

 

Every mile gained was done so by force

Only a movement of Love would change History’s coarse

A man from the east with Love at his core

Would start a movement of peace with the voice of the poor

 

Before this day the few expanded their power

Before this day the many would cower

 

After this day fighting with Love was born again

After this day History begins to see his sin

 

The eyes of the world could see History’s guile

The conscience of a mother land could no longer smile

The indigenous people now had a voice

Fighting with Love gave History no choice

 

Many a voiceless were speaking again

The whispers taught History a new way to win

All around the world empires were shrinking with guilt

A new world would see, with Love, a new History is built

 

Across the pond a new Rome would arise

With life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness as their guise

While screaming freedom an entire race was enslaved

An economy built on their back, they would work to the grave

 

Before this day empires were shrinking

Before this day violence was sinking

 

After this day a new hatred would be hidden

After this day History could no longer be forgiven

 

As History has shown with a free labor force

The wealthy will fatten and change History’s coarse

The last place on earth that still enslaved men

Would say, science is the reason and Darwinian Sin

 

In the eyes of the world their intentions are gold

While within their false lines, souls were still sold

An unthinkable force ended the violence with death

History applauded the victor and the silenced last breath

 

In the heart of an empire, they spoke of unrest

Now the youth of the power questions man’s quest

A new King was born in the name of a man

With History as teacher this man had a plan

 

Before this day History worked men like a horse

Before this day History saved men with force

 

After this day, a veil would be lifted

After this day History’s, history would be shifted

 

Once again, the silent were speaking

A new age of equality is what they were seeking

No longer would the perception of freedom be a choice

Two thoughts would arise to give the silent a voice

 

One thought of revolution the other of Love

We must look at History to see which fit like a glove

One man’s education was a God and philosophy

Another used the streets to preach of atrocity

 

Both would be vital but only one would move humanity

Agape Love would show the world the country and its vanity

As races were unified one chasm remained

The separation of wealth was more than History claimed

 

Before this day the world saw History’s hate

Before this day unity was becoming History’s fait

 

After this day all hate was hidden

After this day perception of wealth was a given

 

The invisible lines were losing their power

While a force with no boundaries would call this their hour

The wealth of the world must come up with a plan

To steal from the poor in the name of the invisible hand

 

Economic hit men would now come together

To steal the poor’s resources for the cost of a feather

No longer would wars be fought in the world’s public eye

Good men would killed if they ever questioned why

 

Now invisible lines would become invisible numbers

Wealth created out of air while the working man slumbers

With the collapse of a system thought to be flawless

A new villain arises as the educated were taught to be lawless

 

Before this day History told us were good

Before this day the bad guy wore a hood

 

After this day the hard working would loose

After this day how would history choose?

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The Breakfast Club Boys                                          by Sean Whalen

 

A brain, an athlete and a criminal

The inward battle is so subliminal

At certain points of my life

The criminal within wielded the knife

When sports controlled my action

An athlete I was with no distraction

Ideas discussed in smoky bars

A brain would come forth leaving intellectual scars

Oh how my life has passed the baton

From one to the other continuing on

With a criminal past and jock in the forefront

The brain waits for his moment with greatness to hunt

A mind with less clutter still must choose

The path of the moment with no social ruse

Even in the eternal search for the opposite sex

The boys of Sherman High made it no less complex

It is the prom queen or the weirdo

It is J-Lo or Garofalo

As we say we want the nice girl and open the door

The door shuts behind them and we think of the whore

In simplest terms and most convenient definitions

We want life’s rewards without learning it lessons

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A Skewed Life                                                            by Sean Whalen

 

A life’s view is skewed

And moments are viewed

With perception construed

Both angelic and crude

With only one point of view

I know there is nothing I knew

With eyes of another

New thoughts to discover

Lies become truth

Angle’s uncouth

It’s only within

That a man can begin

To create a true self

With no one counting his wealth

A conscience appears

A melting of fears

When you become real

A peace you can feel

Life is no longer obstructed

True self is constructed

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A Lost Story                                                               by Sean Whalen

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I want a story to be told

A story where I am not too old

A life not bought or sold

At the time when I was once bold

I should tell the world it should be cold

I should tell them it’s OK to fold

Then is it possible for a friend to be rolled

And if this is the case can you accept what you were told

And accept the moment when you are now old

You convince yourself that you are the mold

And all those around you will believe that you’re bold

How do you respond without being old

To prove that your life can no longer be sold

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Sahara's Thoughts                                                    by Sean Whalen

 

Oh love and life’s return

A voice is life and breath is death

Moments mind is seconds born

In Arab’s world love bezef

Broken easy and thoughts fulfilled

Mind is strong and worlds reveled

No Idea of what I want

But answers come in love savant

I love my love who teaches youth

Her life constructed and lays uncouth

No conception of things gone wrong

Her waking voice is my song

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A Second Reality                                                       by Sean Whalen

 

The language of today

Is mental anguish in which I prey

There are things I no longer say

To keep societies voices away

The voice of my conscience cries

My perception of people lies

My individual reality sighs

I must express my version of truth

I must discount the lies of my youth

The only thing proven is there is no proof

To a man or company I will not salute

For those who believe in me what do they believe

Is it what they want me to be or what they conceive

If I know I am something different do I get a reprieve

And if this difference is real will my mind be relieved

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Life Without Rhythm                            by Sean Whalen

 

The emotions of the day – Balance the truth of yesterday – And refer to the false realities of tomorrow – Think without speaking as words chosen carefully are not worth saying – Ulterior motives are the disdain of human existence – Saying what you mean leads to a comfortable soul – If there is no guilt in fulfilling reality – Than double think must exist – How can every cooperation’s product be the best without the concept of double think – Double think says that two contradictory ideas can be believed at the same time – Without contemplation this seams irrational – With observation it happen every day – I no longer need to become anything but the best version of myself – Weight is lifted and life is easy once again – I want to challenge myself – Being able to construct an idea that conveys the possibility of utopia in society may be the biggest challenge of any man – As time separates itself from my life experience – What I have learned will present itself clearly – I had to convince myself I wanted to be a college coach – Now I must teach first and coach second – Life will continue and joy is consistent with the feeling inside of you – Continue to follow your heart, instincts and thought – This silent voice is where the true goals in my mind exist – Never do things because of the want of others – What do you want? Is the question  -I want my own team, a best selling novel and the respect of my students – I want a good woman, good friends and the freedom to express my true feelings without the filter of social want – I want nothing more than to be a man of thought!

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PG County Love Story                                              by Sean Whalen

 

When your friends go away

Say hey, let’s go back to the day

When we thought they were prey

And a voice would say

My presence here will give me away

How can a mind go ary

When?... What?... and How? Can I lie

What does friendship allow

When the action has vision

And the action is now

But with the friendship its friction

Without your friends nothing is fair

Can you be by yourself? Do you really care?

Is one moment in night worth the despair

As a mind is dry it quenches’ its thirst

And like a carnival ride my thoughts fill with mirth

The joy of a folly

Makes her a hobby

Loyalty is dead

And the only thoughts are what will be said

But the mind justifies as you get head

That it’s only about the one you will wed

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How many people do your decisions effect?        by Sean Whalen

 

1 for the comfort

2 for respect

3 for the good life

4 for giving more

5 for your confidence

6 for your whore

As life’s pressures increase

True relationships decrease

7 will make a man’s life his own

8 will make a man’s wife alone

As youngsters come

Decisions are done

9 makes you think that that wealth is the 1

10 makes you willing to sacrifice fun

All of a sudden work becomes 1

Then only 11 is making you run

11 arrives with no strings attached

12 follows suit with a question to match

Do you really want to be the top of your field?

Still at this moment your soul can be healed

13 to 30 make you feel lost

And 30 to 50 comes with a cost

Many things happen on the way to 100

Houses are bought and families are funded

101 people have now been affected

And no matter what you do nothing can be corrected

Now every thought creates an effect

You fight with yourself is about what is correct

Then a 1000 comes and you are no longer yourself

You’re only a function of economical wealth

Now your name is a brand

And your number is bland

The 1 you once had is now a grain of sand

And you are the hour glass without a friend to be had

Your numbers are great but you mind is so sad

 If the 1 was only you it would not be that bad

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The Perception of Thought                                      by Sean Whalen

 

The power of thought

Is the essence of all

Sensible existence

Leads to our fall

Thoughts not expressed

Are tools of the sane

Thoughts that are challenged

Gives the challenger blame

Sensible persistence

Closes the mind

Our thoughts are our voice

Not always kind

If perception is reality

Then reality is fear

And fear is thoughts

That others may hear

To be found that your perception

Could possibly be false

Makes your inner thoughts

An effect with no cause

Then all of a sudden

The power is lost

And the perception of thought

Can no longer be sought

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Who's God                                                                by Sean Whalen

 

I talk to my god all of the time

Does he really want to listen to me whine

Who is this god who’s opinion is golden

Where is he at when our lives are folding

God is a word that puts me at risk

If life is in his hands then what do I miss

The purest of sin

Have been followed by men

Who name god as the reason

That what they do is not sin

Is this the same god who ignores my voice

Why won’t he answer those who live by his choice

If things are good he pointed the way

If things do crumble he has nothing to say

When I say he

Am I speaking of me

Is god the voice in my head that points me straight

A conscience it’s called or maybe its fait

Does he have to be an all powerful force

Maybe all his power can be harnessed in a choice

As he points me towards good

And his opposite shows me I should

I’ll just believe in myself

And react to these things

Pushing towards wealth

Avoiding that voice that doesn’t mind crime

I talk to my god all of the time

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Mind in Limbo                                                           by Sean Whalen

 

MY MIND HAS QUESTIONS WITH NO ANSWERS

ONLY TO RESPOND IN LIFE, ANSWERS TO ALL QUESTIONS

ARE THESE ANSWERS RIGHT THE SAME WAY THAT

ALL PERCEPTION IS BASED ON A TRUE STORY

ANY QUESTION WITH NO ANSWER, HAS THE UNIQUE

FREEDOM OF HAVING MILLIONS OF RIGHT ANSWERS

YET HOW CAN MY ANSWER BE THE CORRECT ONE

QUESTIONS OF SOCIETY CANNOT BE ANSWERED BY SOCIETY

ONLY I CAN ANSWER IT FOR THEM, IF THEY LET ME

THEY USSUALY DO AND THAT IS WHY I ASK SO MANY QUESTIONS

AT ANY MOMENT OF LIFE I WOULD LIKE TO BE

IN A PLACE WHERE ANSWERS ARE QUESTIONED

ESPECIALLY IF IT GETS ME OUT OF A PLACE

WHERE QUESTIONS ARE ANSWERED

I LOVE ONE WORD QUESTIONS

LIKE WHY OR WHEN

THEY HAVE SO MANY ANSWERS

TO SO MANY PEOPLE

I HATE ONE WORD ANSWERS

LIKE YES OR NO

THEY LEAD TO SO MANY QUESTIONS

TO SO MANY PEOPLE

I GUESS I AM LOOKING FOR THE ANSWER

TO SO MANY QUESTIONS

AND THAT QUESTION WOULD BE…

TO THE ANSWER THAT SHOULD BE…

MY MIND HAS QUESTIONS WITH NO ANSWERS

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