It seems
At least to me
That…..they
Are always there
Hidden in those instants
Wherein I lose my focus
Drift into “un-thinking”
Move without my own consent
Call ‘em what you will
Imps, trolls, the Billy goats Gruff
A synaptic surfer
Washed ashore
Popcorn scattered on the beach
Pursued by satiations seagulls
An off-key note
Sabotaging a symphony
A keyboard cannibal
Consuming all thought
Hunting in the alphabetic jungle
Of scrambled words
I have cursed them and cajoled them
All to no avail
An effort less successful
Than a dog chasing its tail
It’s there
Y’know
Like the aftermath of pop corn
Stuck
Irretrievably
Ensconced
Imbedded
In the grinding mechanism
Dodging the gnash
Of frustration need
Y’know
That pesky poetic seed
Tormenting synaptic calm
Buzzing like a 2AM mosquito
Humming an unheard song
Dancing on the edge of a thought
Whispering in the silence
Of poetic lethargy
Arise, oh muted muse,
Grasp the trembling gauntlet
Lend it purpose
Suit it in poetic armor
Mount your steed
LET THE JOUSTING BEGIN
You will say something unexpected,
a sudden potency will bruise my blood.
I mention an ordinary thing,
you show me how my words are clouds
beneath your skin.
An invisible tissue
connects our common language.
I imagine the tympanic bones
of our ears as they converse
in contrary vibrations,
duets that we sing from different rooms.
You say an odd thing
which I cannot translate.
I comment upon something
you have no knowledge of.
In-between the words
campfires ignite
in synaptic junctions.
Eventually we arrive at an understanding,
practice a deep listening
ignoring all dictionary meanings.
the page seemed innocent on the screen play of life
not yet computed and sterile but what better adaptation
of blocked writing by an innocent censor of apathy
for an empty cartridge on the blank canvas called reality
and yet what a relief that neurons had exhausted themselves
firing at invisible problems and surreal contenders for
thought of the moment and contempt fixed in time
synaptic displacement idiosyncratic only in absence
refuge or incarceration straitjacket of nothingness’ boredom
or maybe serene uneventfulness unfolding in languished arrest
framed as reference point of perplexing perspective
and finally an outburst of words with whatever elusive meaning there is …
A strange disease is rolling coast to coast
and leaves its victims on their knees in fog.
The weaker mind feels the affliction most;
next, those with an affinity for grog.
Some say a brain worm fled the campaign trail;
some say that it arose from rotting meat.
The latter likely seems an old wives’ tale;
what’s true: synaptic clefts are incomplete.
Although causation’s not precisely known,
research identified a common thread.
The circuits in the retina are blown;
instead of orange, all are seeing red.
For those who trust their government and seek
a vax, one should be ready late next week.
What we hear is a haunting,
of words not said,
there’s only this deep listening,
yet who or what attends?
Something mundane is said,
a sudden potency,
a brief sonic feathering
awakens inner ears.
The mention of an ordinary thing
connects us,
a span of invisible tissue,
bridges one foreign language
to another.
Tympanic bones
drum to the same beat.
contrary vibrations
dance in step.
Meanwhile the passion
keeps pouring through,
conjoined
synaptic junctions,
and our words
try to keep up as best they can.
Anger hides
Behind a gentle gesture
Shouting
How
did you let
this happen
You are there
I know it
See it
In flashes of sadness
In your eyes
In snarls of frustration
On your face
I know
You are present
Lost
In a synaptic maze
And so I search
Angrily
For a way
To find you
To free you
To love the you
That you are
In the labyrinth of thought, where neurons weave,
A cosmic dance, where perceptions deceive.
Synaptic constellations in a quantum trance,
Reality's illusion, a cerebral dance.
Thoughts, elusive particles, in strings entwined,
A kaleidoscope of consciousness, enigma defined.
Perception's prism, refracting the known,
In the quantum realm, where ideas are sown.
Metaphors meld with quarks in a linguistic storm,
Words, like quanta, their own rules deform.
Similes spiral in a cerebral ballet,
In the quantum reverie, where concepts sway.
Dimensions fold, and dreams intertwine,
A surreal tapestry of the conscious mind.
Parallel verses in linguistic rifts,
In the quantum theater, where cognition lifts.
Time, a vagabond in the neural expanse,
A non-linear journey, a cognitive dance.
Memories echo in quantum refrain,
In the cerebral cosmos, where echoes wane.
So, let the mind wander in quantum allure,
In the synaptic galaxy, thoughts mature.
A superposition of ideas, a mental climb,
In the quantum reverie, where universes rhyme.
The traffic, always busy,
Seemingly streams smoothly
Slithering through unsupervised
Synaptic stop signs,
Thoughts colliding with ideas
Arriving at synchronistic solutions
Within the cranial carnival side show
High fiving the flirtatious filaments
Of belief’s flickering flames
The carnage of conscience
Waiting for the light to change.
I sit within the ruins
Of a mind
Struggling
Lost in endlessly dark
Synaptic alleys
Reaching
For an unseen face
An unknown word
A fading
Me.
An enchanting damsel 'Maya' *
diamonds shine in her ephemeral eyes
roses adorn dreamlike moments
and peacock feathers float in space.
opulence of this goddess soothes,
Yet tremors in mind reverberates
diving deep within to decipher the arcane
An ineffable world, is only a projection
with million fine strands of attachment,
combining synaptic neurons in epochs.
In immanent beauty of wide sensations
everyone and everything is wrapped in 'Me'
But beyond the cognitive darkness,
in the neon of nocturnal mist,
thoughts no longer are made of words,
things no longer have any name.
Our existence detached from cycles
resonates in hallways of consciousness.
When our eyes close, the mind opens.
As an illumination within transcends
higher and higher to an unblocked sky,
surpassing all boundaries till infinitum.
Profound sentience pirouetting to eternity,
an omnificent enigma of boundless ecstasy.
*'Maya' is a Sanskrit word means “that which is not” (i.e. illusion)
Introversion explores an isolated ego voice
While extra-relational versions
speak a more complex eco-political choice
of historic context
embedded in sensory feelings
positively healthy memories
and those more negatively traumatic,
wealth stealing
And those stuck in in-between
and/or not negatively aptic
unresolved non-synaptic
not clearly either elastic
or emotively spastic
Win grace
or lose life's race,
true or false,
attractive
or repugnant face
Awaiting evolution's revolutionary cycle
slowly turning toward resolution
full and/or empty,
enlightening dark ego inside fears
and traumatic angers,
empowering memories of past dismembering
anticipations deeper even than anxious despair
for lack of active healthy wealth
rather than emotional constipation.
Monotheistic egos
evolving toward panentheistic
win/win living organic ecosystems
of EarthTribe immortal
inside nature as also HolySpirit out
not not polynomial
balanced wu-wei polypathic
polymathic Tao.
Shall we be carried away like fish,
or a bird scooped up from a pond of sky?
Will winged creatures of mythical belief assemble
at one synaptic point, just for each sudden death?
Will we go hot and heavy,
or coolly into the flowing bright,
or into both darkness and light
carried by one nose or ear hair,
or a blood drained toe,
baldly bawling or sweetly serene?
Perhaps departing tethered to a rippling back,
between silver moth wings singed
with a fiery transcendence
as we scorch through astral drapes?
The cold side of the moon may open
as a pure Day-Lily; a clerking ghost
busily writing our years of last words.
At pieces or peace among the white satin lining
of funeral flowers we will either appear or disappear,
once more boxed snugly in
against infinity.
Dark eyes awakening
drifting between the haze
illuminates one of Us.
chromatic spirits cooling out
vintage happiness memories;
it's all weightless Vibes
soul plated candy dancing dreams
Red Line eternities-give way to
Chosen notions, blinding Emotions
taking their Earthly toll
devouring human convulsions.
bridge that "generational" gap
albeit symbiotic synaptic slaps
silencing one's eclectic Ego
in an ever after mindless trap.
Light degrees in salient Soulology
moving all essence plentitudes
into a governing afterlife scope
of interdimensional compositions,
evaluating peace with weeping walls
of convivial conscious levity.
Plasticine modalities of Elder agreements.
Mo' better inner peace.
Blastoff!
Most laboratory mischievous
was a petri dish birth of the patent soulless
Retrograde thought waves,
cold stream of computer code consciousness
Clone algorithm doppelgänger breathe
into a body of artificial intelligence theory
Hollow cranial cavity
filled with synthetic mitochondria propagation —
Grey matter reversal movement,
Neanderthal cortical activity cybernetic
Experimental genome project,
primeval opaque was the ethical manifest
Microchip implants
rooted in Pleistocene motive —
Darwinian conquest: Amygdala tool
was nano technological,
at its terabyte best
Cerebrum devolution was a scientific success!
Test tube pre-cogs
predict a quark-y future gray
Matter of terminal importance
on a backward timer delay
Mesozoic void was the synaptic quantum leapfrog
Cerebral core of humanity drifting away
on a data entry log
Into the primordial fog
of a deity devoid day
10-28-21
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