The dogs are crying hard in their way
The morning turns to mourning
The hate may go up and down
But yet wont up to pick the call
Seeing your effort
To get back the oxytocin
What about me ?
Who’s never understood
Never get to know
Still they might think
Wht about the good things
Can i breathe carbon dioxide
And exhale oxygen forever ?
But still thankful
Didn’t hesitate to make me sit home
Get me all i want to make me stay there
Still greatful
Not everyone in this world
Get to be this lucky
I meant in terms of me
Over the years, looking across the tables at you
ambiance may change
meals range from simple
to aromas meandering tropical islands
roaming ports of call in far-off lands
the little Diner of long ago
caught in a torrential downpour
afterwards the petrichor aura
riding home with you
there remains that infrangible moment
when your tableware searches for another morsel
caught up in a moment intent
looking up, your eyes meet mine
a Duchenne smile adorned by doves perching
upon the Cupid's bow you wear
the moment i am reminded
reaching across the table
the oxytocin in touching your hand
rainbows are forever
Eugene 8/25/26
where is the answer? I asked
and it was provided
beheld in a sunset, given in a sunrise
lost in a bird's song sitting on a park bench
whispering in the limbs of trees swaying
the metronome in wheat fields
answers filling the night within the universe
beheld in the shadows of the moon
the oxytocin in a touch
the sweet taste of a bee's labour
a butterfly duty-bound lost in gathering nectar
deer grazing in a meadow
where the cougar will soon feed her young
it is in this essence I find it lives in me
a plethora of Kant's reasoning
my beloved lives in thee
the self I constructed has dissolved
now water seeking its true course
the oceans abiding in thee
Oregon 8/15/26
it was the music
and her soft perfume
that had me spellbound,
the pulse beating in the hollow of her throat
had me confess yes
it is purely chemical
that reaction to possess,
oxytocin and adrenaline are mixed
to disable clear thinking
love is an insanity
The science for true kindness is quite clear,
An act of kindness is more than just dear,
Good medicine for all, both far and near.
Smile at a stranger and say something kind;
It’s more than just changing a heart and mind,
You too will feel better, this you will find.
It lowers cortisol and blood pressure too;
Kindness does great things for me and you,
Increase your own mental health, it is true.
We can reduce stress and build self-esteem,
Giver and receiver living the dream,
Step right up and join the kindness team.
Been eye banging you for a while now
I got this burning infatuation (and chemistry)
And I’m ruminating on this fantasy
That releases in me the dopamine
Just like an animal in heat
My machinations are charming you
You give me the validation I seek (I seek)
Feeling your touch promotes a pulsing elation
That releases in me the oxytocin
Just like an animal in heat
Chorus
Girl, give me another kiss
A hit of dopamine to feel the bliss (the bliss)
‘Cuz when it comes to you
I’m an animal in heat
Your hex put me in a state of euphoria
A high reward to enhance intense pleasure
I’m gonna ride this wave of excitement
That releases in me the serotonin
Just like an animal in heat
You’re a vixen, meeting all my desires
We attach as our skin makes the connection
We spark in the sheets with rhythmic urges
That releases in me the vasopressin
Just like an animal in heat
Chorus
Girl, give me another kiss
A hit of dopamine to feel the bliss
‘Cuz when it comes to you
I’m an animal in heat
She's never loved broken love poems,
but now she writes them.
She's always feared swollen heads and broken tones,
yet now she finds she fights them.
Despite her mother's devotion,
she's forgotten the taste of oxytocin -
broken bonds within the unspoken, spoken.
Now emotion runs frozen
underneath hollow motions.
These days she spends her time playing theologian.
Here's my question:
No one cares to know someone like that,
do they?
Such a cruel world, we live in.
Everyone's breathing, but some are living.
Romance is overrated; love doesn't exist.
All smiles for the pictures, happiness in chemicals—
dopamine, serotonin, oxytocin, and endorphins.
What are we, robots or machines?
What happened to humanity?
Nowadays, being an open book
Is not a good look.
Whatever happened to writing compassionate letters,
giving time to what truly matters?
Such a cruel world is this!
Beauty is Botox and surgeries;
hookup culture rules, believers of love are fools.
What happened to hugging the trees
and running with the gentle breeze?
What happened to singing with starlings,
strolling near streams,
putting wildflowers in hair,
fish stroking your feet bare?
What happened to humanity?
The wise losing their sanity,
the dumb being prideful of their insanity.
Everywhere you go, you find hypocrites,
Preaching morals to nitpicks.
As her eyes are rehearsing those unspoken words,
Her mind is trying to sync with the rhythm of her soul, yet unknown.
With tunes unsung and plays rewritten,
She finds herself swindling between different worlds in an array.
With lullabies sung and voices embracing in unison,
Her soul still yearns for a place to retire.
As much as she enjoys the domineering adrenaline rush through her veins,
The thrill of chase made her forget the warmth of a quiet embrace.
She wants to experience the softened kiss of oxytocin.
Where numerous words can be communicated, within an untamed silence.
A dimensionless canvas to paint words,
That cries out the rhythms of her soul.
With silence ripping her out of the race,
She wants to put herself in solace.
With tears of laughter and cries of joy,
Her soul is in an unwavering dilemma.
As her eyes are rehearsing those unspoken words,
She realizes she needs a burst of dopamine,
For her lesson practices yet to be sung.
Dogs Are The Best
Dogs were the first of the animals to tame.
And over millennia, they have retained their fame.
No matter where my dogs might be,
I know they’re always protecting me.
And they would, their lives, gladly give,
Without a thought so I would live.
I love them so much. How much, you say?
We’re never apart for even one day.
And when we touch, we all get a surge,
Of oxytocin that will purge,
Any bad feelings that we may feel,
And make us all feel so ideal.
So when you see a dog you don’t know,
Be kind to it and try to show,
That you understand,
And let the dog sniff your hand.
You might just make a new friend,
And see a wagging tail end.
The hurts you can't express
The love you cannot give up
Tears are familiar, happiness a distant foe.
Walking on tiptoe, pain stabbing through the muscle
Endorphin's clash with oxytocin gentle might
Pain so vivid, hearts breaking to million pieces
Self love it is....
Children of the macrocosmic implosion
grow the seeds of bioluminescent oxytocin
Symbiotic by design, the prana and the potion
That dihydrogen monoxide flow of all word spoken
Existential kintsugi thaws out every heart frozen
and gilds the cracks in every single circle unbroken
Those chosen?
Those awoken here to serve in devotion
with the motion of the ocean
Salt of Earth for the wounds that will open
We, the tides that choose to rise
Open eyes and light the skies
We, the lanterns on the darkest paths
Compasses that guide
So we stay loyal to the mission
Seek absolution of division
Bring the North, the South, the East, the West
a centralized vision
A whole revision, it's vital
A microcosmic revival
Let the ripples make the waves that lift us
out of survival
DIY EMF from inside you
Evergreen that exhales to ignite you
Eat the fruits of the Spirit that light you
and watch the Universe grow to provide you
Grab a pill
Grab a pill, with chemicals filled
Endocrine to shut down, not to feel
We are told, this is to help us cope
But through it all we can't find hope
Without hope, we get more depressed
Another pill, down our throats pressed
Making us numb, making us dumb
Walking zombies, we have become
A cereal bowl of pills, for breakfast
Taking vitamins, that are unbeneficed
Colourant, flavour, preservative - poison
Our money for big pharma - foison
So grab another pill, to fill the void
Listen to the mumbo jumbo of Freud
Another script to fill, to make you dead
As long as you never, have a clear head
Grab a pill, serotonin to kill
Endorphins and oxytocin to still
Without dopamine, you won't feel reward
All the doctors and pharma have an accord
By Cathrin Stuart
Kiss me, kiss me
Till trilogy of chemicals,
Dopamine, oxytocin, and serotonin
Cause liaison between
Physiology and cosmology
Concrete and abstract
That unveils the unexplored world
Between you and me,
The better half of the universe
Kiss me till bliss rolls down every vein
And brings Genesis flood
To feel the rhythm of heaven
In this electromagnetic body.
The man wondered, "What is hope?"
Metacognition defined, it's nothing but a dope.
The heart objected to the proposition.
And told it's an ambiguous anticipation.
The prefrontal cortex made the reasoning disentwine.
And equated hope with the level of dopamine.
The enterochromaffin cells rejected the cortical rationality.
And signified serotonin's vitality.
Posterior pituitary smiled sarcastically.
And illustrated oxytocin's role affectionately.
The man woke up out of this exasperation.
Though dream, but intrigued by the imagination.
He asked," Is hope just a chemical state?"
Consciousness whispered it's not that straight.
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