Music, Art & Mental Health (art theory)

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    tremors wrote:
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    Job is good. If I could only take one book with me for the rest of my life though, it would be the New International Version (NIV) translation of the Gospels. If you read it with an open mind it delivers rich rich dividends. Jesus describes himself as 'the Son of Man' - interpreted by Christians as 'the Son of God', but was equally a phrase accurately translated as 'The Son of Humanity'. You can choose which is a better translation when you read it.


    Jesus is good...I only read the beatitudes....
    Music is the universal language
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    I agree with you wholeheartedly tremors, and I'm glad that you found happiness in your life. It gives me hope. Thank you for writing this thread...

    Wish you were here...
    ♥~RIP Dad
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    HeartShapedBox wrote:
    I agree with you wholeheartedly tremors, and I'm glad that you found happiness in your life. It gives me hope. Thank you for writing this thread...


    Hey HSB! nice to see you over these parts. Thanks for what you said. I knew it would only be a matter of time before you came back with your 'traffic stoppping' avatars btw :lol:
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    tremors... the suffering within does make us sensitive to the suffering around us, but in writing this you have been more than just sensitive... you care

    still ..I think... I'm unable to say what I mean

    peace be with you
  • up my ass Posts: 21,157
    life

    the one i know is my own
    so that's where i will go...

    my inner energy is a chaotic twist
    do you people feel this?

    right this instant i am a terrific tornado blasting
    how i control myself is mysterious & miraculous, i haven't a clue
    do you people share this energy?
    what is the answer?
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."
    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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    acrossOceans wrote:
    tremors... the suffering within does make us sensitive to the suffering around us, but in writing this you have been more than just sensitive... you care

    still ..I think... I'm unable to say what I mean

    peace be with you


    Peace be with you acrossOceans - thanks - am feeling some love, peace, trust and understanding. It makes me glad I woke up this morning
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    chadwick wrote:
    life

    the one i know is my own
    so that's where i will go...

    my inner energy is a chaotic twist
    do you people feel this?

    right this instant i am a terrific tornado blasting
    how i control myself is mysterious & miraculous, i haven't a clue
    do you people share this energy?
    what is the answer?

    I knew it was worth writing this thread!


    The answer
    The answer is
    We just don't know
    Caught in an inner world
    A maelstrom so violent
    It seems unimaginable that
    Nobody else can sense our pain.
    Storms raging
    Trees crashing
    Teeth gritting
    Eyes rolling
    I reach out my hand
    My face stretches
    Eyebrows touching the ceiling
    Hear me
    I reach out my hand
    And you say
    'DId you have a nice day?'
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  • Posts: 8,051
    The idiot

    He babbled like a radio scanning every station
    Beautifully garbled his words
    Spun in every direction
    Me lapping up his images
    One in ten hit me like a punch in the face
    With absolute sense
    I asked him
    'Who are you man?'
    He said
    'I'm you t'
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  • Posts: 8,051
    I saw him bundled into a car
    By a couple of pretty nurses
    'Where are you going man?'
    I shouted
    'Barbados'
    He said, and waved.
    'See you in a couple of hours then'
    I said
    'Yep'
    He said
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  • up my ass Posts: 21,157
    this should be...
    this should be it

    i suppose
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."
    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • up my ass Posts: 21,157
    this should do it... pills
    this should be it

    i suppose this is truth
    all problems
    troubles coming and going
    therapies
    they all know my name

    absence takes over
    sometimes my eyes grow vacant
    rise to vacate

    big hospitals
    big shot doctors
    all together and me
    and me
    I do not care
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."
    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • Posts: 8,051
    The doctor sat there in a big leather chair
    Doling out his wisdom. Like he knew everything and I
    DIdn't know shit
    The guy's a glorified fucking neuroscientist
    Fat on mine and other people's misery
    And they're putting me under the microscope now
    What chance have I got?
    I'd love to turn the tables
    Scrutinise this fucker's every move
    You have some pretty weird ways yourself mate
    Next time I swear I'm gonna grab your head
    And smash it straight through that cabinet
    So you better increase the pills.
    And don't ever look me in the eye like that again.
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  • up my ass Posts: 21,157
    tremors wrote:
    The doctor sat there in a big leather chair
    Doling out his wisdom. Like he knew everything and I
    DIdn't know shit
    The guy's a glorified fucking neuroscientist
    Fat on mine and other people's misery
    And they're putting me under the microscope now
    What chance have I got?
    I'd love to turn the tables
    Scrutinise this fucker's every move
    You have some pretty weird ways yourself mate
    Next time I swear I'm gonna grab your head
    And smash it straight through that cabinet
    So you better increase the pills.
    And don't ever look me in the eye like that again.

    :shock:
    nicely done

    some of these doctors get on a person's nerves
    and so heads are put through cabinets
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."
    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce

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