To My Prison's Psychiatrists

Byron · Post by **Byron** » Fri Jun 27, 2003 8:48 pm

They’ve read the books
And done the tests
They’ve looked inside my emptiness
They’ve turned each page
And scanned the lines
To weigh my worth
Compared my crimes
They know me well
Their eyes unseen
Do they dream the dreams I dream?
Have they screamed the screams I scream?
I think not
I think not
Take your tomes
On brains and bones
Take your texts
And write abstracts
This soul is not for learning.

lizzytysh · Post by **lizzytysh** » Fri Jun 27, 2003 10:47 pm

"This soul is not for learning".....yes. Beyond books, beyond words, beyond language, beyond learning......the soul.

George.Wright · Post by **George.Wright** » Sat Jun 28, 2003 2:59 am

The lady's not for burning is not for burning
a soul is not for learning, for learning
it is just for yearning, just for yearning
the secrets, the secret's of the green grass
now that the apple of torture, apple of torture
his sacred feet did pass
and the relationship, the relationship
of that Holy, that Holy fast
the sancriment and the bloody glass
revolutions come and revolutions of the past
the secrets of here and the secret names that last
the echo of the fallen and the echoes that do not surpass
the infinity milk from the possums of the class
that teacher divide and disappear up their own ass
Love................Georges

Vesuvius · Post by **Vesuvius** » Sat Jun 28, 2003 6:58 am

Ciao George,

Wasn't there a play entitled "The Lady's Not for Burning"? This would rhyme splendidly with "soul is not for learning". Perhaps you could incorporate it into your splendid poem.

Vesuvius

George.Wright · Post by **George.Wright** » Sun Jun 29, 2003 2:53 am

Good idea Vesuvius
Georges

George.Wright · Post by **George.Wright** » Sun Jun 29, 2003 2:56 am

Ciao Vesuvius
Createth
Georges

Vesuvius · Post by **Vesuvius** » Sun Jun 29, 2003 4:32 am

Ciao George,

That was purrfect!

Vesuvius

Makera · Post by **Makera** » Tue Nov 11, 2003 11:45 am

Byron~
Thanks for the tip on this oh-so-accurate poem of yours. (Never let those kinds near me, either!)

Down there in that "well"
Looking up into a patch of sky...
Perplexed and caring partner
Could not fathom, but would try.
Then a Friend was Sent:
"You're not 'below', but high 'above'!"
So 'twas, by sheer faith and will,
Beheld and upheld by Love...
I dived right into that patch of sky!

~Gennelle

Byron · Post by **Byron** » Tue Nov 11, 2003 1:55 pm

George and Makera and Elizabeth.
Thank you each for your own seperate response to an anguish, which no amount of 'book learning' can 'fathom' so 'deep' within my 'well.'

I Face Each Day.

Byron 'sends his regards.'

lizzytysh · Post by **lizzytysh** » Tue Nov 11, 2003 4:17 pm

Your poem should hang on many a degree'd-wall, Byron, to serve as a compassionate reminder, for those who lose sight along their educated way. It's a poignant and powerful poem.

Your poem is accurate, too, Makera.......and makes its own poignant and similar point, very well.

~ Lizzytysh

Vesuvius · Post by **Vesuvius** » Sat Nov 15, 2003 10:21 pm

Ciao Makera,

Is this the one?

Vesuvius

Vesuvius · Post by **Vesuvius** » Thu Nov 20, 2003 9:31 pm

Ciao Byron,

Bump!

Vesuvius

To My Prison's Psychiatrists

To My Prison's Psychiatrists

The Soul