#humanbrain
Seemingly out of nothing
small sounds of a beginning
are popping and plucking
in the pool of my thoughts
atoms of observation
in the infinite void
of my mind
my universe in the multiverse
intersecting image-
particles that connect
to coherent thoughts
I knead, mix and bend them
until they smile
or I let them burst
for a new beginning
Jan 3, 2025
Jan 3, 2025 at 5:15 AM UTC
Men are cautious
they rather spurn their chances
than to rely on their noses, but
they can be seduced to take a little bite
if you insist and
have not gotten sick from it yourself
Indeed, it started
with the famous apple, a fig
After the first one he too wanted more
We learned
to look through the foliage
to remember where the trees are
and how to get there, to smell
where the fruit is ripe
We got up earlier than the others
and left in the moonlight
to be the first just a little further away
and get the prize
We grew in our head
and became human
Jun 13, 2022
Jun 13, 2022 at 3:38 AM UTC
Computer screen pulsating
With a blue feeling of vulnerability.
There is a death in the hours wasted
Cast in the trashbin outside existence.
The soon to be lost addresses you
From afar like an old childhood friend.
Computer screen claiming
To know where’s your place of belonging,
An alienation parasite feeds on
The frontal lobes of your brain.
The soon to be lost is sweet and loving
Prepares for you shelters from life.
Computer screen deforming features
Claiming to know, to care deeply
Unloading promises, nurturing futures,
A basic means against routine and apathy.
The soon to be lost is aggressive,
Fighting is futile!
Computer screen derailing
The sight into a state of numbness.
Simple! Easy! Fast! It’s done!
Efficiency by the bucket-load.
The soon to be lost is scary,
Corroding from within all possibilities.
Computer screen misleading eyes
With a bleak mist of wonder
Only the oracles can keep asking questions
Or googling answers.
The soon to be lost, a warning
The internal walls – collapsing.
Computer screen, devastating
Disease for the billions to come
No survivors permitted! A crisis’ peak!
Men hung themselves to find peace.
The soon to be lost is weird and tactless.
Are you burning?
If your brain’s not on fire
You’re not burning enough.
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 8:40 PM UTC