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A shadowed form drifts through this hour
While parents sleep to forget the day gone
The children in their beds will cower
So powerful are the minds of children
Can conjure demons from thin air,
hide monsters under beds or in closets
The skill to see things which aren’t there
Maybe our eyes have become accustomed
And we cant see these night time fears
Do we see right through them while we comfort
Frightened children with frightened tears

How is it so children’s minds can project
images into darkened rooms
And torment themselves with stories of ghosts
and horrors and of waiting doom
Where did we loose the innocence needed
to see these creatures of the night
Or have we just forgotten the triggers
The catalyst to start the fright
Maybe our culture suppresses the mind
Taught to forget with logic thought
Made to grow up, leave childish games behind
Within this adult life been caught

But the childlike part of our mind, it sleeps
And it knows just when to arise
When your walking home alone in the dark
When there is no light for your eyes
When every sound just seems to get closer
You feel like you are not alone
And that fear starts to rise from inside you
Chilling you right down to the bone
When you know you should not look behind you
But you just cannot help yourself
It’s when you feel more like a child again
with a mind of invaluable wealth

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The Power of a Childish Mind

Contributed by jt on Sunday, 1st August 2004 @ 05:36:47 AM in AEST
Topic: oops

Footsteps echoing in the cold night air
A shadowed form drifts through this hour
While parents sleep to forget the day gone
The children in their beds will cower
So powerful are the minds of children
Can conjure demons from thin air,
hide monsters under beds or in closets
The skill to see things which aren’t there
Maybe our eyes have become accustomed
And we cant see these night time fears
Do we see right through them while we comfort
Frightened children with frightened tears

How is it so children’s minds can project
images into darkened rooms
And torment themselves with stories of ghosts
and horrors and of waiting doom
Where did we loose the innocence needed
to see these creatures of the night
Or have we just forgotten the triggers
The catalyst to start the fright
Maybe our culture suppresses the mind
Taught to forget with logic thought
Made to grow up, leave childish games behind
Within this adult life been caught

But the childlike part of our mind, it sleeps
And it knows just when to arise
When your walking home alone in the dark
When there is no light for your eyes
When every sound just seems to get closer
You feel like you are not alone
And that fear starts to rise from inside you
Chilling you right down to the bone
When you know you should not look behind you
But you just cannot help yourself
It’s when you feel more like a child again
with a mind of invaluable wealth

Copyright © jt ... [ 2004-08-01 05:36:47]
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Re: The Power of a Childish Mind (User Rating: 1 )
by Stoney1 on Sunday, 1st August 2004 @ 07:02:07 AM AEST
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You've obviously put some thought into this. It's an
interesting read and I enjoyed it.

I have only one suggestion, and that has to do with the title.

childish conveys immaturity of thought and lack of control
with one's emotions; which certainly is one way to taking
the meaning of your poem.

But there is a nuance in your poem, of the adult once again
aspiring to regain the child-like wonder of experiencing the
terrors of the dim and dark passages in our minds.

Thus, "The Power of The Child-like Mind" would better convey
the spirit of the poem, neh?

Stoney

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