You called me your moon,
Knowing I didn't sleep very much,
Like I watched over you at night,
Like I kept the shadows at bay,
Like I could see you more than a handful of times a year,
I,
I think of you often.
You're an entire galaxy,
But the sky's the limit...
I could never get enough of you,
And you could barely comprehend my existence,
You see me, looking at you
And you smile,
But you don't see me,
I thought you did,
I thought a lot, think a lot,
Maybe I'm getting mixed signals,
Electrochemical signals,
Neurons transmitting to neurons,
Misperception or mere deception?
You're so much more than I could ever hope to have and,
I... Shudder,

You called me your moon,
Knowing I didn't sleep very much,
Except now you're one of the reasons why,
You're coffee,
Just more addictive,
More attractive,
And it's easier to sleep with caffeine in my veins than you in my mind.

You're a drug disguised as a sugar cube,
The craving came as a shock,
And hangs over like a storm cloud.

You like roses,
I didn't know you liked the thorns too,
I never even considered that you'd find your way through the briar,
That you'd find your way into my head.

You called me your moon,
Knowing I don't sleep very much.

But the moon is a beautiful thing.

From the dark black clouds
lightning strikes
rusty old iron pike
pointing the sky
atop a haunted mansion
Charge flows into the earth
getting dispersed, neutralized

sky and clouds rumble
in joy, their claps thunder
across the valley
window panes resonate
with laughter

I stand in the haunted house
like an apparition a Ghost
at the window
Clouds appear to me as parade
of tiny dust people, Mexican wave of charges
travelling down vibrating hot plasma
to my blind eyes
enhancing the beauty of
a streak of white on
dark black canvas  

In turn enhancing charging
electrochemical excitation at synapse
releasing a wave of calcium ions
as billions of cells and charges
work in harmony to create
a single conscious me

A vision of future
not so bleak dawns
before my blind eyes
as billions of living conscious
living organisms blend
in harmony as all the charges
resonate upholding inherent
diversity we empathize
into a single entity earth

Clearing the puzzle of evolution
from interacting particles and charges
to a cell with auxiliary units to
multicellular  organisms to a single
Conscious beings to a single Conscious
PLANET

Shut, open once more
Mortal eyes to welcome the light:
The modest ushering in of photons
who tiptoe towards the photoreceptors
dancing, gingerly between their fingertips
whispering their electrochemical messages—
tens of millions of data-bits—
bundled and strung up in between synapses
Sent to a distant place in the back of my head
Segregated, sorted
rearranged until the details emerge.

Writing...
Bitter Expression,
Meaningless electrochemical reactions converted into binary strings,
Interpreted as words...
A cold rag polishing them,
Stripping meaning...
Poems are nothing more than an interpretation of how we feel,
Stories are just an excuse to ignore the world,
Yet we choose to ignore the world,
To interpret,
Quiet Malaise brought on by interpretation is better than true sickness,
Tossing and turning in our sleep,
Instead of burning in the hell we live in,
Why exist when you can write?

Remember..

Your Body is an Electrochemical,  Biological Machine, which is interactive due to the ******-physiological interface of life and wait for it..... so goose bumps are light and or sound jetting out your vibrational resonance and you are falling upward in a way you are not sensing as directional. keep reading...

The fact that, as if you were in the actual abyss of the waters above looking at earth and the sun's light and stars are NOT visible to the naked eye without mater of a filter to interact with the light thus allowing the eye to view the byproduct of the energy that you do not see into the heat and spectrum of light you can see, the by products of the interaction with mater, (* i say this, and no one has yet to say, well, what about the cornea and the lens of the eye it is mater...) Ahh the "Window to the Soul" the eyes, um, there is nothing between you and the light but what you perceive to be , here, try this, we will continue, and then address this.

As you know the light is not visible, and we humans see less than any other known creature on this genetic love ****, um, ship, called earth, and we see the chakras focal lens array as it were of us being Crystal, in nature and the prism of the Pink Floyd Album for which was "in celebration of the comet Kohoutek ( Spout On true translation, what you really believe they named this after a Russian with that name and Hail Bopp after who? oh Hail Bopp means too Turn Off the action of Turning OFF) um yeah. so as we were, right.. or in celebration of the birth of ricci dale scott or badger crow moon / the shine of moon_shine lol, come on I get some fun here right?" later to be renamed and packaged as " The Dark Side of the Moon" like I said, see earlier claim of birth lol. ****, sorry. did it again. um.. where were we.. oh, so as we are the prism and the non-visible light interacts with our um, consciousness we fracture it into the focal points of our lower self's or our body or chakras points or clusters of from within pouring outward the reality you see before you..... um, okay, see imagine we in space staring at the earth in its weird non circular non-ball flat weird half this half ******* lie,,umm sorry, okay imagine we are staring at earth, so seeing since, all things are vibrating in constant vibration and are only in our existence when they are stable and steady in their "resonation" of vibration ie steel vibrates different than glass porcelain vibrates even higher than glass thus why taking a spark plug white porcelain part broken from the rest and barely i mean oh so gently toss it at a car window and boom it busts with extreme violence and force of action, why? because it can not match or actually, it can match the vibrational frequency of the porcelain but by it reaching close to it, it looses its resonance and stability as glass, just as heat can melt all things or actually alter the vibrational frequency in which it resonates at fully stable, it is still stable, but now can be altered then cooled to take a rock round and make a building block and note the handles that were used to move it, but it still has that slow cooling oozing look like so many megalithic building do, or how you can boil water instantly with sound, yes, but I digress here, for light is SOUND, what came before light? and he said, let there be light... said... sound. light is sound. and sound is multidimensional in all aspects, thus the spoken word. but, lets go back, so all things are vibrating, and we are in space, looking at a vibrating earth and well, if all light is not visible till it interacts with mater, that means the light you see, is the reflection of that mater interacting with the non-visible light.... thus you are actually seeing the wait for it.. The Reflection of The Image of a Reflection of a Vibration of mater held stable in this Resonation in which We exist or the image of the reflection of the sound of the thing we are seeing for it is all what? SOUND. oh, and the focal lens of the window to the soul.... well, i think we just covered that, and if not, keep watching and um, loving.  it pours out from within as you are altering that which passes through you, there beautiful. !!!!!

Come.
Whisper in my ear,
Nuances of quantum
Conjugations,
Of antimatter
*******.
I will reply with
Electrochemical kisses
On the shallow of your
Soul.

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!!!

You look at me,
that is all it takes, and temptation tumbles towards me

Electrochemical codes stretch themselves thin
taught and winding
cooing and fluttering in axonal cornices
Echoes rush through neuronal chambers,
charged and pulsating.

My mind in harmony and fully drawn to you
synchronized by the network.
The messages reach my cortex, aesthetic appraisal follows
I know not the meticulous, miraculous mechanics of such a wonderful process but
You beauty is magnified now.
Touch receptors tell my whole body to tingle
Sensory splendor is so scary.

The cascades have commissioned the deeper circuitry:
Those ancient blueprints of visceral demands
from which wicked temptations of man are born,
the veteran fossil of primordial impulse, a buried luxury, a relic:
My reward system
permeated by your kiss.

I am dangerously, fearfully humble to the power of pleasure
It is awake in the under-structure of neurobiologically institutionalized euphoria,
ablaze in the basic backbone of bliss
It is stirring in it’s ancient wires.

I can say I am somewhat privy to the elusive nature of experience.
being a human being alone grants me this
being a scientist of the brain only dilates my sense of love’s incomprehensibility.
And so I sink into your touch, your presence unresisting.

I call to you, with stars
in my eyes, and a hope
that takes over my timbre.
Giving voice to the void

that separates internal
from
external,
through the minuscule aperture,

like a photograph with no light behind
but only foregrounded you.
No leaves or trees or paths
or edits to the memory -

natural
and glorious
and vivid
and you.

You alone.

I call to you alone
when you are all -
marks of tread through my heart
and love, a whole lot.

All I need, and no less
despite the behavioural
incongruence (hushed
and veiled).

So much says otherwise,
but does not so much
say as such?

I call to you, drowning
beneath the surface of
a puddle;
no, a pool;
now a lake,

impossible to fracture
the top frosted over,
beating my hands endlessly against.
The water blue flows crimson.

My heart beats,
until it stops.
And in the quiet,
she breathes.

I breathe too, and
my heart restarts,
her exhales electrochemical,

jolting me to wakefulness
and bringing my heart
to life
once more.

It's the nothings, the calm,
just the way she is
that gives you the breathless love.

Let her in. Gosh -
just let her in.
Let her love you because
she does.

Oh, slow your heart
or she will know.
Slow,
or the dream will end.

Let her love you
without loving you
the same.

Let it be, ok?
Let it be ok.
Let it be.

There is love
and it is bright, vibrant,
and it will shine through
any darkness.

She is everything in herself -
let her evolve.
That is life;
that is love...

That is love.

It was nothing but a thought. Nothing but a flicker in my mind, like a light switch, flicked off before the bulb was given time to illuminate itself. Like a tiny seed kicked out of the dirt before it had the chance to stop it. It was nothing. Nothing at all.
I thanked them for the compliment and decided to forget about it.
That should’ve been the end of it.
But it seems as though the seed was more persistent than id thought. Than I hoped. The light bulb lit the room. What if they didnt mean it? but no…if they hadn’t meant it, why waste their breath? Of course they meant it. Of course they did.
That should’ve been the end of it.
But the seed had latched onto the lack of my mind, its roots infecting my thoughts, carrying deoxygenated blood through its veins, stealing the bright red counterpart my arteries carried. But it wasn’t unbearable. Nothing that needed changing. It could live in the back of my mind, growing among the billions of other thoughts. If it grew dangerous, it would only take a garden weeder to pluck it out. The light switch could be flicked off in an instant.
But weeds are not demanding, as other plants are. They do not refuse to grow if provided with too little space, or the wrong time of year, or if neglected. And as such the sapling spread, climbing along the vines of electrochemical reactions, infecting my perfect garden. The pulsing roots of red and blue overran the greenery that once was scattered along the floor. They didn’t mean it. No one ever means it. how could you ever think they meant it? And just as insults are so often disregarded, compliments became nothing but words. The lightbulb burst.
They began growing leaves, and dandelions sprouted from the once bare stems. This wasn’t so bad. What were people talking about, “unhealthy way of thinking?” Such beautiful flowers were flourishing in my head, surely their gardens would cower in shame at the sight of the canopy of leaves my thoughts grew. The electricity in the bulb sparked. the fire was so warm. I knew there was nothing wrong with the thoughts.
The foliage spread to my imagination, and aphantasia seemed to have defeated my mind’s eye, with no image ever seeming picturesque anymore. the fire grew and spread, burning through the sticks on the ground, leaving nothing but black and white snow-like ash behind it. What was the point imagining things that weren’t even true? Like thinking they meant what they said.
The flowers started to shrivel and their ligules ran away with the wind. The leaves wilted into grey-brown corpses, empty shells of what they once were. My garden - where did it go? My thoughts, why do they look so dead? Why is my mind so empty? So full…of nothing? Why is tinnitus the only tone being whispered in my ears?
I crawled through the forrest that was my brain, stiller than the sky at night. Where had the flowers gone? where was the flicker of light? I swore it could live forever…why am I alone now?