Everything goes through a great shock, at one point
...you may be shocked to know
Like lightning through liquid
The enlightening of the troubled kid
Your whitening will turn to a glow
Finding the simple life and chasing our tails
No guide, person or penny in tow
Will the great lakes double take
Or the gasp of the heron heard?
Would it shock you...
...to know this world's absurd
How many losses
Firings by bosses
Even visits by Christ bearing your crosses
...well baby it's my third
Finding the simple life and chasing our tails
No guide, person or penny in tow
Everything goes through a great shock, at one point
Your whitening will turn to a glow
Like snow under sunrise
Clouds under red skies
O, when is life's next surprise
Categories:
firings, angst, sunset,
Form: I do not know?
Epiphanic jubilance as you begin exerting pharmaceutical control over your mental chemistry. You start to see that radiant joy, manic despair, mild boredom and every other “feeling” are merely patterns of chemiconeural-synaptic-firings—patterns that are now under your control. You’re the Head Mental Music Composer. And now you’re turning the broken cassette tapes of trite cover-band grunge beats into a live-blasting supernoval symphony of Mozart on crack:
Shift all incoming experiential data to a cosmic perspective of organismal meta-consciousness…Species consciousness…Genus consciousness…Family Consciousness…Order Consciousness…Class Consciousness…PHYLUM Consciousness…KINGDOM CONSCIOUSNESS!
Blast-off. Simultaneons of Valhalla perspection. Words have ceased to mean. You are now communicating directly with the laws of physics. Your thoughts are angels that fly with wings of ethereal mega-competence.
Categories:
firings, paradise, religious, perspective,
Form: Prose
papered dipstick of today's measure
will words be too acidic or too base
budding our tongues to sour or pleasure
a tinge of breath exhaled paper chase
our empathy in hues of blues, our anger
bright crimson of hot-blooded emotion
hypothalamic firings line up with danger
counterbalancing truer feelings of devotion
emotions of one or all together as a whole
governed by what lies deep in our brains
unable for our free will to take control
so logically, we're helpless to abstain
both in-the-pink and pie-in-the-blue-skies
measure of our civility, as always, applies
© Goode Guy 2011-11-04
Categories:
firings, nature, people, science,
Form: Sonnet
Science is such bad faith.
Are we to believe that the cosmos, the earth, our very bodies
Consist of particles as insentient and cold as the glacial mass of Jupiter?
That ordinary thoughts and strokes of genius emerge equally
From random firings of neural synapses?
That the origins of noble ideals, or loyalty, or commitment
Reside in arbitrary molecular motions?
That friendship, love, or hate appear ex nihilo, the products
Of unfeeling chains of subatomic collusions?
Science is such bad faith.
The seemingly senseless swirlings of unseen particles are but
Corporeal manifestations of a higher calling,
Material resonances of the spirit,
Soul of the cosmos, the earth, the body.
Does not a glance between lovers set in motion
The symphony of a trillion trillion molecules?
Does not the seeing of the pulchritudinous palette of a sunset
Ignite synchronous activities in remote regions of the brain?
Do not joy, sadness, or pleasure govern a host
Of chemical permutations?
Science is such bad faith.
Who knows?
Perhaps molecules are communities of beings wrapped
In passionate embrace.
Perhaps even electrons sing and weep
And make love.
Categories:
firings, faith, hope, inspirational, love,
Form: Free verse