Best Membranes Poems
Bilocation – 2-11-24
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Bilocation
Love
Slips through labyrinths of tangled spirits
Complexities and conundrums of misdirection
Released by prophecy,
Like clairvoyant fingers of misty sunshine
in two planes
sharing one minute.
Love reaches beyond boundaries of fluttering flesh -
A bridge point of lyric pointillism
With the rhythmic respirations of one breath
Inhaled,
Exhaled,
In poetic unison.
Love exists
Beyond mortality of bone and sinew,
Not begging for crumbs
At the prophesied banquet
The festival
That rains clear jubilees
On every exuberant heart
Reveling in its ecumenical caress
Wrapping cells, bound in time,
With never aging,
Time released,
Pulsing plasmas.
Love dissolves membranes
In transdermal hands of blessing
Showering polka dots of zest
On the skin of souls
Transfusing showers of tenderness,
Ardor
And affection
Into ever borning present – never past –
Seeds
Planted like ephemeral timeless sunlight
Without minutes
Or astral lines
Love
Leaves permanent footprints
All at once
And
Everywhere.
Golden Disks and Whale Clicks
mind song riffs
joining the back beat
nature clicks
timpani
drums of black thunder
percuss
then the sky opens
a luminous landing
off gasses from the heat shield
rainbow across a spectrum of light
Cam’s Glieseian tongue flew over the surface
of the audio generator
Voyager’s golden disk long gone now
transposes across a film of galactic plasma
the taste of whale and bird song they tongue
enthralls them—though they had no notion of
whales or birds
mind song cascade, scroll, behind the visitors opaque orbs
joining the back beat nature clicks woodpecker tunes
tympanic membranes shiver upon
retractable body hair
drums of black thunder roll
past helmetless crowns
percussing their brain stems
orgasmically
then the sky opens
Sol’s a black dwarf they are too late
but still the songs sang
Cam tongued the plasma film
once more then reentered interstellar
hibernation
First Published: Eye to the Telescope 1/15/15
From once lush green, vibrantly alive
This dorsiventrally flattened leaf never dies
It's fragility, nursed to allow ~
Such patience from the artist abounds
By blade and pin such creativity thralls
Again, it's decaying membranes reach out and touch
From the tree of life, this leaf lives on
.
Written about the craftsmanship of Omid Asadi
whom creates amazing Art from leaves.
So easily my brain ceases to be
Lacked in comfort how hectic it could be
Brain cells wrapped around membranes like tree stems
Within the frameworks of the Universe
Brain cells have more mass than stars that compass
So easily my brain ceases to be
Dendrites form the shadows of tree branches
Visually compelling to the eye-minded
Brain cells wrapped around membranes like tree stems
Does this brainstorm begin and have an end?
Twirling and swirling can’t we comprehend?
So easily my brain ceases to be
Medicines that we can’t apprehend
Enabling the brainstorm that never ends
Brain cells wrapped around membranes like tree stems
Mystery enshrouds our Brain’s functions
Those pills blunt and fill those with apathy
So easily my brain ceases to be
Brain cells wrapped around membranes like tree stems
Brain is crackling, crisp, ivory bone dry
Gremlin stuffing cotton behind my eyes
Head begins to swell with torpidity
Vivid mind fading to transparency
Internal membranes breaking down
Thoughts run a deep molasses brown
'Tween thought and motion, expanding rift
Act of sheer will, the body to lift
Limbs grow wooden, ready to fall
Seek out the blessed horizontal
Cover exhaustion with soft frayed quilt
Self-indulgent moment’s guilt
Serotonin sleep dump almost disappointing
Blessed moment of irresponsibility ending
Leaden lids descend on eyes
Fading into a sky blue paradise
3/25/16
Dredged from the depths of a shaken Sennen seashell
she hears once more his voice, low, sonorous tones, sees the bones
of her past laid out, splayed out, another story
playing out, can feel it in her bones,
his voice burrowing in, deep beneath skin,
a cold blade digging in, the tide coming in,
shrouds of sea mist closing in, the veil blowing thin,
membranes of memory breaking...She sees anew the drowning seas,
sees for the first time his strangling hands,
pebbly skulls, seaweed ropes, skeletal fingers of coral
forcing bone-white wrecking lights into her cove...
Bone-bleached semen strands, Sennen's strand stretching
soiled sand before her like life or fate, grains like pulverised bones.
His dark-dune lurking, water-window watching,
waiting for riptides; a ripping of fabric, ripping of hymen,
sea-hymns now silent on salt-sheened lips
plump-pouty with youth. It's sordid, uncouth,
the salt sprinkle of sea-sweat sheening his skin,
the breath and the fingers quickening,
the coral's rough rigidity piercing, ejaculation of sea foam...
Buried deeper than bones, the sudden rush of memory waves
rattling bones of the past, shaking Sennen seashells.
Gulls screaming into the guilty hush.
Secrets hidden by sea-silenced sand.
The crimson moon bawls on his flight
Doleful to be condemned to night
His samba partner teems with life
Yet he hangs listless filled with strife
Whilst craters pock his dusty face
Her smooth profile glows soft with grace
Waves splash coyly along her skin
As parching drought afflicts the twin
Halo membranes caress her soul
While he claims little to extol
He’s locked away from that embrace
Like a buckle upon her waist
Sequestered on his lofty perch
He ponders how to end his lurch
He tries to shake his mantle free
So he can float with meek debris
Just as he starts to drift away
He hears whispers begin to play
Prayers hailing romance twist his ear
Until he melts away from fear
Maybe those folks below can see
Just how lonely the moon can be
Words purify to help him heal
His love for her shall make him real
it comes at work week’s end
when the mind feels carefree
and frivolous
comes that desire
to be reckless with words
a want to mix abstract metaphors
some smelling like pine
burning in an open fire
on a starlit night
under a lofty canopy of leaves
or a fancy to throw thoughts into the air
and catch them again
as feather light words
that tickle fingertips
while writing patterns on a page
enjoying time knocking around ideas
concepts that excite the senses
like the aroma of sautéing garlic
or scorching mucous membranes
with a fry pan full of chilli
its seeking solace beyond disciplined thoughts
high on a boundless breeze
catching fleeting fantastical images
this exhilarating rush to corral
these haphazardous words
The Spirit behind the thought
that encourages the Word…
It is the motive-substance – not
always our responding vocabulary;
not the echo, but a deep, abiding ring
shattering man-made crystal, releasing back
its finer light–
reverberation, tuning and timing
internal cords, tautly stretched
outside the joys of eternity...
Truth that eases pain
before the apparent illness –
Lasting cure that comes only with Presence –
Divine Stillness, when God can visually,
and verbally pierce through the Earth-membranes
separating our worlds from His Universe of Perfected
Miracles --
Inside Out
The mighty mitochondria make ATP,
Without which there’d be no you or no me.
From glucose, bonds break and energy flows,
Through various molecules, energy goes.
From foods that you once eventually ate,
ADP gets another phosphate.
It can reproduce when only one,
(But all by itself, that can’t be much fun.)
The round DNA in them that is found,
Is the same as bacteria that today are around.
But it still retains its original way,
And replicates with its own DNA.
Ribosomes also, like bacteria’s of course.
Of their proteins, they are the source.
The ribosomes that it uses to make its protein,
Are just like bacteria’s, when close up are seen.
And these proteins, they are very old,
Like those of bacteria, so we are told.
Two membranes it has and the problems that posed,
Until the thought, it was once phagocytosed.
The bacterium was phagocytized, no lysosome engaged,
They started living together with no one enraged.
And because at the start, the lysosome did fail,
Now two membranes remain to suggest this tale.
And so it is true,
With chloroplasts too.
The same type of tale,
Just not being pale.
These are plain green,
And easily seen.
From sunlight and carbon they make a compound,
That their mitochondria can then break down.
For their mitochondria work just the same,
To make ATP, the name of the game.
Endosymbiosis is the name of the game,
Many people don’t get it and that’s a real shame.
It’s more than just two things living together,
It made them both quite different and better.
A few billion years past, both were living,
A cell and bacterium, each one giving.
What does it matter, why do we care?
Because with endosymbiosis, evolution does share.
The bacterium had talent in making ATP,
And became mitochondria in both you and me.
Biology! Biology! How many times have I called you?
You frighten me every time I hear your name,
Because I can’t withstand your lies and pain you cause me,
You lack conscience since you introduced unknown world to me,
You gave heartburns and caused veins to deflate in me,
Biology! Biology! Who invented you?
Biology! Biology who told you to exist?
You only care about yourself and not anyone,
You talk of reproduction without caring for everyone,
You have no knowledge how loneliness pains me,
But you still insist two together increases happiness in me,
Biology! Biology! Was it important for you to exist?
Biology! Biology! I don’t know if you have sympathy,
You say I am black, he is white and the other is brownly,
You confuse me since grade 8 with your genetic narratives,
Feeding on my curiosity with blood circulation stories,
But you still insist our blood is reddish although different skins,
Biology! Biology! You should show some empathy.
Biology! Biology! Stop telling me about mitosis and meiosis,
Stop forcing me to cram the interphase and metaphase stages,
Stop creating new viruses, bacteria, fungi, and parasites,
Stop inducing fear in people with health issues and diseases,
Stop talking about centrosomes, chromosomes, cytoplasm, and spindles,
Biology! Biology! Those terms swing in my head and bloat my nerves.
Biology! Biology! I am not done with you but will be back,
To tell you the truth about me since you care about chromatins,
We shall chat about those coils, tight and tense kinetochores,
Get the facts about nuclear membranes and magical sporophytes,
The why(s) of evolution, nomenclature, mammals, birds, and fishes,
The magnificent zygomatic arch, plasma cortisol, and catecholamines,
Because unlike you Biology I care about sperms, ova, and human being’s hormones.
mind song riffs
joining the back beat
nature clicks
timpani
drums of black thunder
percuss
then the sky opens
a luminous landing
off gasses from the heat shield
rainbow across a spectrum of light
Cam’s Glieseian tongue flew over the
surface of the audio generator
Voyager’s golden disk long gone now
transposes across a film of galactic plasma
the taste of whale and bird song they tongue
enthralls them—though they had no notion of
whales or birds
mind song cascades, scrolls, behind the visitors opaque orbs
joining the back beat nature clicks woodpecker tunes
tympanic membranes shiver upon
retractable body hair
drums of black thunder roll
past helmetless crowns
percussing their brain stems
orgasmically
then the sky opens
Sol’s a black dwarf they are too late
but still the songs sang
Cam tongued the plasma film
once more then reentered interstellar
hibernation
First Published by Eye to the Telescope 2015
subcutaneous
chemicals flow through membranes
ions form in cells
microscopical
potassium-sodium
particles invade
electricity
flows in and out of neurons
lightening strikes brain
inevitable
thoughts form through countless charged clouds
a poet is born
08/25/15
What people never see
It's strikingly intertwined
With the maze inside of my mind
Lost inside of myself
Loving the sanctuary within the walls of my soul
For in here I can let magic take form I can let go
Let my heart fly and my lust flow
And only I will know
Inside of me intricate sub genres of all topics
Flexible membranes and a passion that defies all logic
Within the confines of my inner self
I am a snow flake in the sun that never melts
A fire that burns on the water of a lake
Never to be smothered out as I confuse fate
I am a mist of love coating the hardest rock
Softening it into dust and creating with it a building block
Within the layered cells there wisdom and knowledge dwells
For I can be a force that swells
I can bend your mind and make it swirl
Flow randomly though your thoughts make your mind whirl
I can caress your skin with out a single touch
Hold you close safely in my clutch
Reach deeply inside where the pain hides
Soothe it away and tame the tides
Kiss every boo boo and bruise
Take your mind body and soul on a sensational cruise
But try as I might all these things will never be free
Because your out there and all of this rests
Entirely inside of me
Trust is my ghost it haunts my heart
Taunts my mind and rips me apart
Makes all of earth shaky ground
To venture out to take a peek
Is to risky my friend for life is short and man is weak
So try as I might all these things will never be free
Because your out there and all of this rests
Entirely inside of me
If you look at that picture
Far beyond the furthest points
You will notice the hills
Sitting in pairs, so still
There are footsteps all over the hills
Where both young and old find refuge
Where buried treasures have seen the sun
Where some dreams come true, and some dreams come falling
Down the hills
Up and down, like the hills
Watch the hills..
The tongue that chooses silence
Straying away from the friction rub of the steel wire
The mind that is a recorder, sometimes a record player
The eyes that are membranes of light
Captured in and reflected out
Listen to the hills
There is a hummingbird that sits atop
Especially in the darkest mornings
And sings that song of hope
And when the night falls, the real night
There is..the hills
Up and down
Life