"axon" poems
You are the systole to the diastole
Of my four-chambered cavity
You are the pulmonary rhythmic control
That fills air to my capillary.
You are the Pituitary Gland
That drowns my bloodstream in dopamine
You take my brain to a wonderland
Drunk and overdosed in Seratonin.
You are the only Mitochondrion
That powers all cellular activity
My Cytoplasms are in motion
For the sexiest Golgi Body.
You are the ultimate synapse
In my every granule of neuron
That gives an involuntary prolapse
To both my dendrite and axon.
Aug 10, 2013
Aug 10, 2013 at 9:27 AM UTC
Wandering under
woodland leaves,
my mind confined
to winding suture lines.
Paths of pink nerve tissue
cherry blossom trees,
dendrite branches wave
in a heavy breeze.
Myline bark, an axon stump,
rooted contents of my skull
continuously growing,
a tangled plexus of
neural connections.
Twisting, turning,
a knotted blockage.
Pathways, rippled in roots,
a crossing synaptic stoppage.
A suffocating strangle,
choking corpus callosum
decaying mangle.
Branches atrophy,
shrivel and scar.
Root terminals suffer
hormonal harm.
Forest trails quick fainting
when lost in overthinking.
Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 11:29 PM UTC
Reaching Inside
to Center Mind
and further still
past Grey Matter
past axon and dendrite
through the synapse
Once more unto the breach
and further still
into cell
into nucleus
into gene
into acid amino
and further still
into particle carbon
past electron
past proton
into neutron
and further still
to Reach
The Void
and reside within
and wait, still
Being within Nothing
as the World Serpent
tail-in-mouth
consumes itself
Wait
and Hold
Still
Wait
and
Hold
Still
Now gently Returning
Up and Out
tugging softly at The Void
with wish whisper touch
softer than Light
pulling
bringing Nothing
Up and Out
into Everything
into Center Mind
Up and Out
leaving neutron
past proton and electron
leaving carbon
Up and Out
pulling No-thing
Up and Out
leaving gene, leaving nucleus, leaving cell
Up and Out
bringing The Void
Up and Out
through synapse
past dendrite and axon
through Matters Grey
Up and Out and Into
Center of Mind
the Hole in
Your Self
the Whole within
the Holy
You
Now Wait
and Hold
Still
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 4:56 PM UTC
1)
this part sparkles -- like your smile
which sparks a grin in me
to heat the heart and ribbed
adore
the laughter waiting in the covers
from our wink and whisper
beds of personalities
spring and comfort, stain and dust
but love, sweet love to swoon away
and lust the anchorage of speaking
as we do each tone and syllable
a light, touch, tinge to waken flames
and dancing light
familiar of my origins
a conjured shape in what you single out
each focus frame of sentence what
to what we ought to do
what sunday shall we both approve?
in sync we dialogue
in mood of dire wrack of blah
in boon of happy overflow
our musing 'tra la la'
ideas, toys to turn and pirouette
or taunt the sun to match our beaming fun
2)
this part sparkles too,
but gives itself to me
so i might quench the burning
brightly lighting sultry flesh
i gaze, and overyearn
to tumble in the sheets
that billow layers--layer-winds of time
you tug and pull i toss and tear away
to open bare the inward soft
that peach-like drips from chin
in breathless constantly
voracious tonguing whim
an asterisk for starburst flick delight
salts deeply into savor sweet
the loin-surge powers me in your embrace
to deep, deep clenching ahh
our skin undone as with a solar flare
across the earth a flood of radiating us
lips and bones
coalescent sense
no match for 'bliss'
or moan moan moan
unending veins traverse to toetip axon
ancient crown of hugs from two to one
3)
this part Is the whole
unknown we meet again
again, again from words
to trusting vasts poetic patience
chance to sound the voice of
yearning manifest from tips to core
and back again we plan on more
in hoping wonder possibles revised
the real of you too natural
to rebuke the care beyond
the searching for
to inhale sight of being there
to step from cab
and offer kindness
mystery of universe
transmuted into meeting once,
twice, every moment new
you bring an often baffling array
of sublime other than i knew
you reinvent me too
Sep 21, 2013
Sep 21, 2013 at 2:23 PM UTC
Everything is in chaos, but lasting us
A split second, you blink your eyes
Take a breath
Credulous, yet benevolent
Mind chasing
Awaiting new thoughts, like meteors
To explode across your cerebrum
Feelings in eardrums
From the sounds around you
Constant axon arousal
Enticingly guides you
On the path to feel
Alive
With an adrenaline skeleton
Complex, trying to fit in
But really, "who are you?"
Because sometimes thoughts succumb
Beyond your grasp, and they numb the way you feel
And in those moments, we define our ideals
Almost
Soley based on the bad things
Instead of realizing
We should not define ourselves for the chaos and chatter we internally ramble on with
About half of us
Cant mold an identity anyway
Cause we don't understand
The word is not meant to be
What it's said to be
Identity's definition
Is not definite
You see
It's more like a clumsy representation
Of what you want to be
Since you are ever changing
With the vibrations of thought
Think of identity being more associated with how you adapt
To everything thrown your way
What defines you is how you display yourself
When chaos itself
Comes into your life
Everyone has strife, cause life is not easy
Just don't think you're alone
Or have a mental disease
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC
I never feel like anyone in my blood family
ever listens..
I've thought of running away from time to time..
But if I did...Where would I go?
How would I survive?
I don't want to wait until I am eighteen years of age
to move from this place they call home..
But what I call the dungeon...
I want to be free like a bird..
With a world coming to it's war-filled and natural disaster ends,
It's the only thing I can do..
I can contemplate that everyone thinks I'm giving up on everything..
Waiting until my not tragic, but proud end that starts a new line..
Life and Death sort of remind me of Neurons..
The dendrites receive the message...
From there it goes through the axons and axon terminals...
There really isn't an end..
Because the end has already ended...
This is aggravation..
Living craziness...
With no deadly end..
No poison to make us leave this world..
This aggravation..
I can't control...
Maybe everyone is right..
Maybe I am running away..
Maybe I am giving up.
But what am I giving up on?
What am I running away from?
Am I running to something?
All these questions..
Remain unanswered..
While I sit in solemn silence...
To purify this..
Aggravation.
Mar 26, 2011
Mar 26, 2011 at 7:33 PM UTC
Sleeping in throws,
Wrestling in pillows.
This baby is convulsing,
Stuck homeless in cotton rows.
She jiggles tickles,
Crisp, she is fickle.
She tingles the conniption.
Nerves, in axon missiles.
Binky slips, the eyelid's 'clipse,
Her wrist is the pith,
Of nights caption "Mist".
Sleeping babies.
Calm nights hard winds,
As the spring commences,
Graduation of twigs,
To sprigs of life,
To growing thighs,
Cough up the milieu.
Minutia.
The growing immortality.
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 11:12 PM UTC
Notre-Dame, she is quite old: although she may
bury Paris, which has witnessed her birth, one day
But in thousand years or more, Time will make recoil
her heavy body, like a wolf does with a bull
and twist each iron axon, each of her neurones
to gnaw alas, with its blunt tooth, her bones of stones!
Many men will overflow the island in the Seine
to contemplate the barren ruin, the last remains
dreamers, re-reading what Victor Hugo has seen ahead:
- Then they'll think they see the old basilica
as it was, mighty and magnificent, a Gloria
rising up before them like the shadow of a dead!
Sep 29, 2023
Sep 29, 2023 at 3:39 AM UTC
mm...! you generate an action potential in me
seriously, you got me doin' some
crazy ion exchanges through my axon
you got me spewwin' neurotransmitters
into the space of our synaptic gap
pew pew!
we don't have to touch to be
ELECTRIFIED
oh myyy
my dendrites are standin on enddd!
oh myyy oh myy my myelin sheath is very well developed ;)
this electrochemical transfer is snappin' like whiplash
FIRE IN THE BRAIN!!!
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 11:19 PM UTC
How the struggles served to strengthen my love for you
and faith that I am standing inside your enhancement walls
In sleep, a calmness washed over me,
White oceanic noise,
Ebbing and flowing like
Earth's lungs inhaling and exhaling
I awoke in the sunlight,
And heard the soft coos of pigeons outside my window,
Assembling their family nests
I watched as burdens of past and future
Passed through me like driftwood
In the clear river flow of now
As the last ruminants of the ripples faded
The rhythmic flow of my breath,
Legato, no longer staccato
And thoughts like harpsichord
Strumming on my axon strings
In this serene love I'll rest with you,
Tranquil and protected,
A journey forever written,
To find myself back to you
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 10:42 AM UTC
can you take me to the last domain
\\\
the last one
the one before
everything
\\\
come tumbling down with me
flying skyward frown
upside inside out
\\\
this amoebic mass of
intergalactic introspection and
analyses of outward perception
\\\
this ion exchange
line dancing across an axon
don't shoot the neurotransmitter
\\\
this realm is made entirely of thanks
when there is nothing to say
\\\
it is my childhood that keeps me alive
\\\
I'd like to immortalize my friends
\\\
remember when we played in the sandbox?
\\\
remember when my father stabbed you with a screwdriver.
\\\
there was a time when all that mattered was music
there was a time when all that mattered was flesh
there was a time when all that mattered was eternal
there was a time when all that mattered was death
\\\
scaled fish curling into reverse spiral
it floats there in haunting grimace
\\\
the upholstered chairs by the fireplace
feet chewed by the jaws of a puppy
\\\
the china cabinet in the corner
I could see the reflection of your
disgusting indulgences in it
screwdriver pink skin
\\\
the musty mass of wires where your desk once was
where your life unfolded 'til the wee hours of the morning
sick and twisted absent minded distant soul
\\\
that ball of electricity floating down from the sky
bobs as a ball in the surf toward the kitchen door
\\\
terrifying electric forgiveness coming to engulf my brittle heart
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 11:42 PM UTC
Can It Be?
Can it be that we
No longer have to worry,
Be concerned about IQ and such,
It not much longer meaning much
When something’s to be learned?
Can it be we do not need those centers
To adapt and enter
Higher states,
Taking in non-useful crates
Of knowledge and/or information.
Wouldn’t that be lovely…
Days that don’t demand the shove
Of knowledge from an app
To make you happy?
Synapse, axon, neuron:
Hordes of intricate connections
Just to reach a level new;
Some new standard, some new status
You consider you.
Well, it seems that they’ve discovered
What you probably knew all the time:
You only need a darned few dendrites,
Through the days and nights
Of facts and figures all around;
Surrounding signals chemical/electric
To slow down the darned runaround.
Can it be that life that thrives
Is simpler than our brains surmise
From all the data thrown at us?
Maybe just a little meditation
And the silencing of motion
In the ocean of illusion
And the feeding of a news that’s false -
What we’re really needing,
The concoction and the potion
Has been right before our noses
All the time.
Can It Be? 3.29.2018 Our Times, Our Culture II; Revelations Big & Small; Arlene Corwin
Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 4:41 AM UTC
One contemplates
A dash between two dates
A little slip of a life where nothing waits
Is that all there is?
An epitaph engraved in stone if you’re rich
A few words to be said if you have a little bit more
A one word description if you poor
A dash beginning and ending of a life
Ending to be memories in someone else’s life
A dash between two dates
A sunrise a sunset
Everyone anticipates
And a dash in between
Is that all my life is to mean?
Please spare me the why for
That is what my Christ is for
In hopes that dash might mean something more
Joy and Pain and Life in between
Happiness and Sorrow the Hope unseen
Maybe a Sunset to Sunrise
Life is a dash for a Grand Prize
Dashing is the blood flow that sustains,
Every axon to dendrite and every synapse fires
so that the thought still remains
With the dashing the fleeting
The flowing and the beating
The baiting of the every breath
Until we have but one breath left
Well what is left?
But to enjoy the little bit we have until the last
And to take a look at ourselves and just laugh
Only because it all happened so fast
All in a dash.
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 4:18 PM UTC
The instructor stands at the front of the class,
next to an apple.
For a demonstration, he leans down
very close,
and takes a deep breath through his nose.
Then he asks,
"Did I do anything?"
A very vague question.
A simple student answers, his call rising about the crowd's whispers,
"You didn't do anything!"
The instructor chuckles.
"Anyone else?"
Apparently not, as no one broke the silence.
"Well," the instructor continues, "Although it seems to you that i have done nothing, changed nothing, altered nothing, I have in fact done an infinite number of things."
"You chose to take my question as, 'Did I do anything to the apple?' but in that case, you would still have been wrong."
"Let's think of this at a molecular level; my nose did indeed move air, correct? Well if my nose moved the air, it must have disturbed at the very least, some of the molecules on the apple. And on a larger scale, I smelled the apple, yes? Well if i smelled the apple, some of it's particles entered my nose. If some of it's particles entered my nose, then, in fact, my brain reacted to them. My brain felt an activation of sensory nerve cells when axon after axon was activated. My body carried the electric charges to my brain, and activated their sensory neurons, in turn."
"And on an even larger scale than that, when I smelt the apple, some of the students inside this class, missing breakfast I presume, felt a rumble in their stomachs, or even just thought about the idea of food. Even if you were not hungry, you thought on a preconscious level about the food you had already eaten."
"Furthermore, your brain worked to identify this object sitting in front of me, identify me, and identify the action I performed."
"Do not take this for granted."
"Because some people in this world, cannot identify objects or remember faces.
Some people in this world, cannot smell.
Some people in this world, cannot feel hunger.
Some people in this world do not understand the concept of molecules.
But some people in this world, are not you."
"You have the ability to do..anything."
"What I am trying to teach at this moment, is that everything you do, changes something."
"**Whether that something is big or small, or nothing at all, is up for you to decide.**"
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 11:23 AM UTC
If that were true,
Then the probabilistic element
Would be that of environment inhabited.
The life we live.
Then the deterministic element
Would be that which we are building,
The mind. The neural structure of our brains.
How we choose to live it.
So that "thought" only resonated
To that which was properly crystallized,
By ways & means of communication
Through each axis. Dendrite, neuron, axon, synapse.
Matters on the formation of our matter.
May 5, 2025
May 5, 2025 at 3:45 PM UTC
In opposition
We gain the use of tools
In concert
We harmonize
In art
We commune
In cadence
We fall in lines
In solitude
I contemplate that which is unseen by you or me unfelt by axiomatic axon axed in accessible action
I ask
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 4:34 AM UTC
Now it is in use for a long time.
In the study TPPP dopamine.
These are the electronic components
of a file and graphic. This indicates
LTP when compared to a second (LTP).
STP plastic plastics are much smarter
than others. Other long-term skills that
are not based on scientific uncertainty
continue to grow and continue to grow.
At that time, James's Roman Catholic
anthropology conflict between humans
could exist in that language. At the end of the 19th century,
this result is not a new virus
and the number of neurons is 100 billion.
Make a note of the new neuronal cells.
The new Spanish psychiatrists
and the Romanian neurans, in the Santiago de Compostes.
Memory research studied
the effectiveness of existing relationships
in nerve cells in 1894. The Hiban Cajal
Syripe Habib, invented in 1949,
says that these new chemicals
are involved in new chemical
and biometric blocks, one that "participates in a vehicle ",
one in the next, the next at high altitudes
and does not allow the participant
and the nineteenth century neuroanatomist
Santiago Ramón y Cajal
suggested that memories
could be stored in the synapses,
the unions between neurons
that allow their communication.
At the end of the 19th century,
scientists generally recognized
that the number of neurons
in the adult brain of around 100 billion
did not increase significantly with age,
which gave neurobiologists
a good reason to believe that memories
were not generally a production
of new neurons. With this realization
arose the need to explain how memories
could be formed in the absence
of new neurons. The Spanish neuroanatomist
Santiago Ramón y Cajal was one of the first
to suggest a learning mechanism
that did not require the formation
of new neurons. In his Croonian
Conference of 1894, he suggested
that memories could be formed
by strengthening the connections
between existing neurons
to improve the effectiveness
of their communication.
Hebbian's theory, introduced
by Donald Hebb in 1949, echoed
the ideas of Ramón y Cajal,
suggesting that cells can develop
new connections or undergo
metabolic changes that improve
their ability to communicate:
suppose persistence or the repetition
of a reverberation activity
or "The trace" tends to induce
lasting cellular changes that increase
its stability. When an axon
of cell A is close enough to excite
a cell B and repeatedly or is used
in some or all cells, such that the efficiency of A,
as one of the cells that fire B, increases.
Neuroscientists and psychologists
were not equipped with the neurophysiological
techniques necessary to elucidate
the underlying biology of animal learning.
These skills would not come
until the second half of the 20th century,
almost at the same time as the discovery
of long-term empowerment. Discovery He found
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 2:22 PM UTC