#synapse
Memory garbage dump
Holding everything old
Aged releasing all
I've realized my brain
Swollen from decades of thought
Now, only wants now
Goodbye to the past
Earth quakes releasing the crust
Cliffs of synapse fall
Apr 22, 2025
Apr 22, 2025 at 1:27 PM UTC
If my words could write me
My journey to you
Is my journey to me
And I made you
My home
In your sincere smile
Found everything I look for
Harmonious harmonies
Lost my words
Stayed true to self
Froze time in rhyme
Caressed the thoughts
Passion dwelled
Souls entangled
Fire ignited
Reason to surrender
Ecstasy up
Pure submission
Matter to adore
Holy synapse
Quiet moments
Endless pulses
Felt the nerve
Breathe in
As you please
You whirls my world
To complete
If you could see what I see
My journey to you
Is my journey to me
Mar 29, 2025
Mar 29, 2025 at 9:13 AM UTC
Explosion of the white tree,
A synapse in the damp air.
The fluid around the corsair,
Ambassador of the secret;
The perfume of a comet
Descends upon the wetland.
A goosebump stretches my hair;
Ripples forming across the sea
As nostril and flowers meet
Miles and miles without end.
The green flame always return
In a frenetic haze, a burst of fire,
As the solar wave caresses the earth
At welcomed glances, so soft a fur.
A last effort renewed forevermore;
Delirious poison continually brewed;
An elixir against the veil of dusk;
Cause and effect from dust to dust.
As the mind steps out back further,
It finds itself returned at the core,
Til all of Spring elapses.
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 11:53 PM UTC
In the science of it all, synapses are life altering.
Have the same thought, closer and closer they grow.
Just by changing your thoughts, you can change your life.
Yes, but....
That person did...
She did...
He did...
They did...
The list goes on and on.
We, as humans love to wallow in our negativity.
Changing that is easier than people think.
People don't think of change.
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 3:18 PM UTC
Do sleepless nights yield heavy thoughts?
Or do the synapses firing prohibit silent slumber?
Neural highways at traffic jam capacity
Rush hour never ends when I retire
Electrical signals consistently skip and zip
Awake or asleep, thinking or dreaming
Mystifying visions of past, present and future
Entertain the brain while the body refreshes
A blissful recollection of pure jubilation
Transitions the mind into sweet meditation
My alarm becomes a synaptic disturbance
The ears at the receiving end of the siren
Alert, alive, living
But exhausted from the Prednisone Curse
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 3:24 PM UTC