Nine months have quickly passed since the mind
was provoked to write many lines of rhyme
Does this stimulation arise from some type of hormone?
is there some thought arousing release of an enzyme?
Most it comes from memories
go back to when one was a child
A few from visualisation
just let thought patterns run wild
There is gratitude for hardships
that shape the growing soul
Sometimes a base for humour
that forms a playful role
One day upon a Zen Chai massager
body"s rockin to and fro
Seems Im back upon a steam train
stimulates poetic flow
Take pride that my daily way of living
has deviated from the norm
Poetry is a platform to support others
fulfils a desire to inform
Greetings Mr. Undertaker
How many will you take away today…
A visit to my favorite mortician
followed by a whiff of the fertilizer man
Weird times like these scream for more and greater stimuli
to whip out wormy wonders like this without batting an eye
ASPIRATIONS
intuitive
observations
&moods
rendering
conceptions
&stimuli
with
insistent
interpretative
hints
in
contrasting
frissons
of
the subliminal
reflections
tinged
with
audacious
appeal
sheer
brilliance
of
anecdotal
embellishments
in
conventional
colouring
convincingly
reproduced
anticipation
of
the
evolutionary
essence
of
aesthetic
connections
beyond
normality
far-away
looks
of contemplation
wayward
innocent
embodiments
in
subliminal
motifs
of
passive
consciousness
&
perception
illumed
insights
faculties
aberration
of awareness
in
authentic
transcription
the
inconceivable
inhibited
attuned
to
sensibility
within
inchoate
contingent
stimuli
individual
thresholds
inseparable
preludes
drift
&
circulate
in
a repertoire
of
shadowed
silence
a pitch
of
intensity
inspired
parallel
affinities
particular
isolated
stimuli
preoccupied
sans
illusion
questing
originality
beyond
the
subconscious
bravura
of
the
inner
necessity
Line of enquiry:
“Betwixt two thoughts there is a gap
No illusions therein entrap
In the time stretched pause we then see
Ego craving is a mousetrap”
Its been said that there is truth to be found,
held between two thoughts tightly bound.
Whether similar thoughts come from the start,
or if the thoughts contents are poles apart,
thought waves that are conflicting,
so often defy predicting.
There in the conundrums lie,
a decision is needed to apply.
The strength of ego often wins.
This may be where the problem begins.
Ego is perceived as self-esteem and can tip the scale.
Decisions based on this alone often fail.
Guided by ego internal stimuli causes feeling changes.
Decisions made this way, may be a trap creating dangers.
am i alive?
what classifies something as alive?
respiration
i am breathing
but just barely
trying to capture any air i can between sobs
growth
i am growing
it becomes increasingly difficult
recognizing myself in the mirror every day
and believing the next age i'm turning
excretion
i am excreting
i sweat when i do pretty much anything
even though i'm always cold
is there something wrong with me?
or am i just overthinking again?
reproduction
i am not reproducing
i can
but i'm not sure i want to
i wouldn't be a good mom
i'm worried i'd be too much like my own
metabolism
i am metabolizing
i always claimed it to be fast but maybe
it's since it doesn't have much to work with
movement
i am moving
my body does it without me knowing
or being conscious
it just moves
response to stimuli
i am responding
i respond too much
too dramatically
too sensitively
i fit all the criteria
so i guess i am alive
i'm just not living
Smoking toking you must be joking
it's a bust I just don't need an altered sense
of time and space or on choking
a mind-numbing feeling of euphoria
as I am happy as a clam
(thank you ma'am)
for as you two while under the influence
of lethargy-inducing external stimuli
proceeded in search of smokeable weed
a.k.a., a whole lot of pot
a joint venture indeed
the words I heard by you bemoaned
when about to go driving were
'No left turn unstoned!'
For Timothy Lee
You excite all my senses.
I happily lack any defenses
against stimuli your love dispenses.
Your ways lack false pretenses.
Whenever together, true joy commences.
Eyes, ears, taste, scents, touch -
all intoxicate me so much.
My heart and soul clutch
because our love grants such.
You are my sweet penuche.
Thoughts of me and you
paint a picture perfect view.
Our combination is love's brew
sweet seeped through and through.
Daily, love gifts us anew.
My Yin and my Yang are at odds with one another
I place the blame for my Oedipus Complex squarely on the shoulders of my mother
I cannot be held responsible for the mistakes I make each day
The flaws in my character are baked into my DNA.
Maslow's Hierarchy establishes priorities from which I cannot change
My interpretation of Rorschach's inkblots suggest I am deranged
I respond to certain stimuli much the same as Pavlov's dog
I hear voices from inside my head but cannot follow the dialogue.
Schrodinger's cat may be dead or alive, the same is true for my libido
Sigmund Frued would say that is because my Id is subservient to my Super-Ego
I am sorry but our time is up, according to the clock upon the wall
You integrated some of my personalities, but you did not get them all.
Go and gather up the known affiliates.
We're gonna build a village of idiots.
We gotta make sure this gets crazy.
"Getting out of hand" to me is just lazy.
Had our fill of tastless "pain et cirque".
Contorting dough into a shape won't work.
Hunting down cerebral stimuli.
We got the time to kill but it won't die.
Gonna paint this town the bloodiest of red.
A thin veneer of all the living dead.
Choking to death on the lives they've led.
Infected by the many lies wide-spread.
Blunt force persuasion you beg us to stop.
As we eyeball the pyramidal top.
It's "for the greater good" just "flattening the curve".
Please you must excuse our unabated verve.
Treating us like pets you got a whole lotta nerve.
We're the only cure you will ever deserve.
We got the hunger and we're coming for a taste
Won't be over until you resemble paste.
So we're disposable? now look who's a waste.
Editing the gene pool til your bloodlines erased.
Illuminati, elimination.
Very soon to be a not so Freemason.
More than welcoming your depopulation.
No political parties bring celebration.
The "ruling class" now holding no dominion.
Truly free no longer an unwilling minion.
Writing a poem keeps me grounded;
It’s what I accomplish each day.
With stimuli I am surrounded,
Providing so much I can say.
Responding to Nature’s inspiring
As well as the news that that I read,
For what in the world is transpiring
Often gives me the push that I need.
My family and friends keep me going,
The grandkids a source of delight,
Supplying me, as they are growing,
With endless incentives to write.
But mostly, my poems are revealing
Of sentiments trapped in my brain,
Which, written in rhyme, tap each feeling
I otherwise couldn’t explain.
Life
Energy
Life human being
Being human, or humane
A man, woman, or child of the species *****sapien
~~
Life is distinguished matter
Has biological processes
Capacity for homeostasis, organism metabolism, gather
Life is spiritual soul gathers
~
Tangible invisible energy growth, adaptation
The condition animals and or plants
Response to stimuli, and reproduction guadufication
God’s spoken word chanced
~~
From inorganic matter,
Spoken forth birthed Elohim creator
Synergy capacity for growth, energy
Reproduction, functional activity, continual energy
Change preceding death past, future presently
Capacity for homeostasis, organism metabolism, gather
Life is spiritual soul gathers Energy is…
Life
10/22/23
For Life Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
* I'm trying out Halloween 'Harley Quinn' looks *
If light is the fastest thing in the universe,
why is darkness already there when light arrives?
After watching Harry and Megan Sussex grub for ever more cash and attention, I’ve decided that they should start a OnlyFans site.
We’re going to a booze-free dance party.
“You don’t have to drink to have fun.” I assure myself, in the bathroom mirror, but somehow the event sounds like a high school dance.
I’ve been reading the Internet - was it really a giant squid that sank the Titanic?
...
Panpsychism Is a scientific theory postulating that consciousness is part of the fabric of the Universe.
On the theological level, why would God (or nature) create the bitter taste of espresso and vivid, azure skies slashed with rainbow sunsets if stimulating consciousness weren’t important?
“Colors, tastes and smells are no more than names,” Galileo declared 400 years ago. “(as perceptions) they reside only in consciousness.”
Does life exist, as sensors, to experience stimuli for the galactic consciousness?
Nestled paths for signals,
Neutral navy chemists,
New stimuli framers,
Nurturing dopamine,
Nascent as life's beacon,
Neon nirvana-stars
Nourished in our wine flesh.
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