A Mind

He is a mind unto his own that is set apart for noble thoughts that are strong and not fragile and driven and not passive and ones that he controls by having the will and the desire to assert command over them. Now thoughts have a habit of simply popping up out of unaware recesses and that is a state of mind that no discipline can change and one which he does not trouble himself to pursue as an endeavor to find a solution to, but the control that he does assert is thought circulations and digestions which by this method every thought is cataloged and assigned a level the lowest of which are wasteful, resentful, overly sensitive, and unnecessarily judgmental, and all other downbeat thoughts of this like that when placed at this lowest level sparks the engines of a cleansing cycle where they are washed up and sent thought the cataloging process again, except however, for those thoughts that are far too soiled for reuse that are automatically flushed out of the pipeline without using any time to make any type of human sense of them, as that time and energy can be better used on more generous and worthwhile expansion of usable thought patterns.

She is a mind unto her own that has been ruthlessly beaten over the brain cells with all manner of distortions and inflammatory disquiet that ever seeks to plunder her of her embedded richness of person and reduce her to the level of apprehensive anonymous and deprive her of her rightful agencies of self-control, authorship, and value plus thought complimentary arrangements. She is well aware by personal observations and hands on experience of the many downsides of living that comes with life and she is also quite aware of the life moving agility of upwards and over the top motion trampling those people and forces that are hell engineered to stand in her way. She has placed a capsule upon her think-top that is dotted with antenna to receive all positive and uplifting electromagnetic waves of any length and duration that comes her way and by the process of circulation and digestion these wave inputs are filtered and assigned to levels of reference and relevance as they apply to her physical and spiritual well-being, and since the think-top capsule is a filter itself, she is less prone to be swayed by the power of the air or a mortal person's influence and sway.

He is a mind that had once blown a critical fuse and it has taken some time for him to isolate the issues that are causing the short-circuit problems and even at present there are singed wires that should be replaced but are located in very stubborn hard to reach places that takes a little more time and effort to clear away. He is a mind in search of, that has no assurance of what he shell find, but the outlook is always bright and hopeful that he will find the deepest depths of himself that can be brought to the surface of his conscious layer and then animated into life actions with that reinforced goal of being that better person that he has always been given subtle hints that it does languish within, however, all jumbled within nonsense that refuses to release it. He has a mind for lightly running his fingers through her hair and then lifting her up into his arms and carrying her to the far corners of just about everything that one has ever wanted of romantic flare and dipping her slowly into the waters of exclusively her designed thoughts that are the freshness of his insight to proof all lies of unsavory and none accomplishing things that covers the thoughts of the mind like an unwanted blanket making it uncomfortable hot in the season of expansion and outreach that blows a breath of light into the dense thicket of tumbleweeds.

She is a mind that has looked across the valley and has seen the tranquil rolling of pristine pastures and hears the songs that they sing as they crest the shore as of such. I am water, and I am earth. I am sustaining life and changing currents. I am water, and I am earth and even from the clouds above do I add unto you the moisture that is essential for you to live, and seeing that I am who I am, you are to be that which is you are. She is a mind that has recognized the yokes in her life and have one by one diligently forges keys to unlock them and cast them to the wayside where their troubling of her is significantly minimized, if not rooted out all together, and she also realizes that this is not a one shot cure-all but is an ongoing battle as long as there is physical life animating her adoring, and to this is added the knowledge that currents do change and that waves brush along the shore in varying intensities and so she must always avail herself of a flexible mind that can adjust to change without mechanical breakdown and also apply change to enhance her thought capacities so that her mind filters do not become clogged with repetitious information that does nothing more then slow down the assimilation process, and even may result in a total collapse that effectively puts the refreshing of the her mind into a sound sleep that is very difficult to arouse when permitted to fall into this state. She is a mind that has deep kissed the lips of the man of her heart and in her there is no better act that can follow.