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There are five widely known senses. Sight, hearing, touch, smell and taste. We've got some minor ones as well, such as balance, temperature and many more. However, people fail to realise that there's also the sixth major sense. Thoughts themselves.    If we look closely, all these five senses have the same base. Specified cells in eye react to energy of light, cells of ear recieve energy in form of air's vibrations, skin cells pick up energy of mechanical changes, and so tasting and hearing depend on translation of certain substances' chemical energy.    These cells in different organs differ in their structure and the way they appear, however, if we stop looking at them in such small scale, we can see that ALL of the cells or organs responsible for any sense translate the energy.    So, a light enters the eye, certain wavelenght of certain energy stimulates the eye's rod or cone cells with a certain intensity. Then the energy of light is translated to energy of electrical impulse, which goes straight to the brain, creating the sensation of sight.    If it comes to smell, a certain particle enters the nose, binds to a smell receptor cell, and the chemical energy of this particle is, again, translated to energy of electrical impulse, which goes straight to the brain, creating the sensation of smell.    Now, let's move to the crucial part. The sense of thoughts.    During the creation of thought, pathways in our brain that collect memories(and many more known or unknown pathways) connect. First, there's this spark of electricity, that moves all along the neuron and releases a dose of neurotransmitters(amount of different NTs is equiavlent to strength of this spark, basically resulting in "creating" various thoughts). Then, chemical energy of NEUROTRANSMITTER is translated to energy of electrical impulse, which happens in the brain, creating the sensation of thought.    Therefore the 'sense of thoughts' reacts to and is stimulated by neurotransmitters themselves, with receptors on neurons' membrane being receptors of the stimulus. So, kind of like smell, the stimulus is chemical, compared to sight, where it's electromagnetic wave; anyways the result in all of these is electric impulse in neurons (hence the idea of "thoughts" as a sense, due to the same basic layout; transfer of energy).    The 'smell particle' connects to receptor and is translated to a certain amount of neurotransmitters/certain strenght of neuronal impulse. SO, again, we can see that when the first outer layer of this communication is cut off, we're left only with the neurotransmitters and impulses themselves. Anyway, the transduction of energy remains.    If it comes to "sense of thoughts" the receptor lies within us, whereas in sight or smell or touch it's external. However, does it matter if it's on the surface of skin or under it if it all comes down to neurons of our brain?    When you lie in a dark, silent room, without any external stimuli, you still retain your thoughts, colorful, vivid or complex. All the magic of the brain - still happens. So, how isn't it a separate, full-fledged sense?
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Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 6:49 AM UTC
Thoughts#22 ; Senses
There are five widely known senses. Sight, hearing, touch, smell and taste. We've got some minor ones as well, such as balance, temperature and many more. However, people fail to realise that there's also the sixth major sense. Thoughts themselves.    If we look closely, all these five senses have the same base. Specified cells in eye react to energy of light, cells of ear recieve energy in form of air's vibrations, skin cells pick up energy of mechanical changes, and so tasting and hearing depend on translation of certain substances' chemical energy.    These cells in different organs differ in their structure and the way they appear, however, if we stop looking at them in such small scale, we can see that ALL of the cells or organs responsible for any sense translate the energy.    So, a light enters the eye, certain wavelenght of certain energy stimulates the eye's rod or cone cells with a certain intensity. Then the energy of light is translated to energy of electrical impulse, which goes straight to the brain, creating the sensation of sight.    If it comes to smell, a certain particle enters the nose, binds to a smell receptor cell, and the chemical energy of this particle is, again, translated to energy of electrical impulse, which goes straight to the brain, creating the sensation of smell.    Now, let's move to the crucial part. The sense of thoughts.    During the creation of thought, pathways in our brain that collect memories(and many more known or unknown pathways) connect. First, there's this spark of electricity, that moves all along the neuron and releases a dose of neurotransmitters(amount of different NTs is equiavlent to strength of this spark, basically resulting in "creating" various thoughts). Then, chemical energy of NEUROTRANSMITTER is translated to energy of electrical impulse, which happens in the brain, creating the sensation of thought.    Therefore the 'sense of thoughts' reacts to and is stimulated by neurotransmitters themselves, with receptors on neurons' membrane being receptors of the stimulus. So, kind of like smell, the stimulus is chemical, compared to sight, where it's electromagnetic wave; anyways the result in all of these is electric impulse in neurons (hence the idea of "thoughts" as a sense, due to the same basic layout; transfer of energy).    The 'smell particle' connects to receptor and is translated to a certain amount of neurotransmitters/certain strenght of neuronal impulse. SO, again, we can see that when the first outer layer of this communication is cut off, we're left only with the neurotransmitters and impulses themselves. Anyway, the transduction of energy remains.    If it comes to "sense of thoughts" the receptor lies within us, whereas in sight or smell or touch it's external. However, does it matter if it's on the surface of skin or under it if it all comes down to neurons of our brain?    When you lie in a dark, silent room, without any external stimuli, you still retain your thoughts, colorful, vivid or complex. All the magic of the brain - still happens. So, how isn't it a separate, full-fledged sense?
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Dear Friends, I had composed this poem in 2008 after reading an article by a Lady Doctor who was a Biologist, and had initially posted it on 'Poemhunter.com'. Hope you will like it! Thanks, - Raj PHYSICS AND CHEMISTRY OF LOVE ! Love’s physics and chemistry, has forever remained a mystery! There are no permanent equations to resolve, Love's unseen wave like force! It travels through three dimensional space, At frequencies higher than electromagnetic waves! It remains unhindered by barriers of cast, creed, or clime, Giving two beating hearts a feel of the divine! It generates a magnetic force field, making two hearts in unison beat! Yet Biologists claim that a chemical called (PEA) Phenylethylamine, - Triggers loves molecules in the human mind! Chocolates are rich in this PEA content they say, And is a perfect gift on the Valentine’s Day! The chemical Dopamine makes the lovers to glow and feel fine, When they live on love and fresh air and may even forget to dine! While Norepinephrine, which stimulates our adrenaline production, Makes the lovers world go round in a joyous motion! But Oxytoxin that 'cuddling chemical',  requires constant contact for its effects to prevail! Cupid’s arrows may be dipped in its pail, Before those arrows on lovers begin to hail! Creating unbearable attraction leading to infatuation, Making two hearts beat as one with love’s magic potion! But such feelings remain for a limited duration, Varying with people with different emotions! In a 'mercurial type' loves ecstasy gets mixed, - And they frequently require a PEA fix! But those who stick to a single mate, Are said to be rich in Vasopressin content! And finally when infatuation gradually subsides, Chemicals triggered by Endorphine slowly overtakes, When calmness and stability with loving bond prevails! This Endorphine is reputed to be rather addictive, And firmly binds those forces released by PEA, - which are rather seductive! (All Copyrights with Raj Nandy of New Delhi)
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Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 9:22 AM UTC
PHYSICS AND CHEMISTRY OF LOVE!
Dear Friends, I had composed this poem in 2008 after reading an article by a Lady Doctor who was a Biologist, and had initially posted it on 'Poemhunter.com'. Hope you will like it! Thanks, - Raj PHYSICS AND CHEMISTRY OF LOVE ! Love’s physics and chemistry, has forever remained a mystery! There are no permanent equations to resolve, Love's unseen wave like force! It travels through three dimensional space, At frequencies higher than electromagnetic waves! It remains unhindered by barriers of cast, creed, or clime, Giving two beating hearts a feel of the divine! It generates a magnetic force field, making two hearts in unison beat! Yet Biologists claim that a chemical called (PEA) Phenylethylamine, - Triggers loves molecules in the human mind! Chocolates are rich in this PEA content they say, And is a perfect gift on the Valentine’s Day! The chemical Dopamine makes the lovers to glow and feel fine, When they live on love and fresh air and may even forget to dine! While Norepinephrine, which stimulates our adrenaline production, Makes the lovers world go round in a joyous motion! But Oxytoxin that 'cuddling chemical',  requires constant contact for its effects to prevail! Cupid’s arrows may be dipped in its pail, Before those arrows on lovers begin to hail! Creating unbearable attraction leading to infatuation, Making two hearts beat as one with love’s magic potion! But such feelings remain for a limited duration, Varying with people with different emotions! In a 'mercurial type' loves ecstasy gets mixed, - And they frequently require a PEA fix! But those who stick to a single mate, Are said to be rich in Vasopressin content! And finally when infatuation gradually subsides, Chemicals triggered by Endorphine slowly overtakes, When calmness and stability with loving bond prevails! This Endorphine is reputed to be rather addictive, And firmly binds those forces released by PEA, - which are rather seductive! (All Copyrights with Raj Nandy of New Delhi)
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I love the times when he’s playful, and I find he stimulates my mind. He sang a pretty song just to me, and I tried my hardest not to cry. I dreamt of holding him close last night, I was craving the warmth of his skin. In the dream I tasted every inch, and nothing mattered but his touch. I woke up and thought that I knew bliss, but at the same time it wasn’t enough. I need him close by for one more kiss, so I think I'll stay in my daydream with him.
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Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 12:11 AM UTC
Stay
in the somatic nervous system, acetylcholine (ACh) stimulates skeletal muscle, causing contraction action potentials in the 8am physio lecture, the biggest on campus crammed with nursing majors, and health science hankerers, public health preachers, OT saints and angels amino acid NTs: glutamate (+) GABA (-) aspartate (+) glycine (-) the prof wrote on a distant whiteboard too many complained about being lost she made a joke about feeding ******* to mice for her neuroscience research amines: serotonin (-) dopamine (-/+) norepinephrine (+/-) epinephrine (+) STEM-dominated when i'm just looking to drop my roots and press that good earth into the spaces between my toes and under my nails but the grounds are a garden of biodiversity from clippings gathered by migrant habit-clad founders more than a century ago the soil is fertile            it is temperate there are water filters in most residences there is enough here for me
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Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 3:06 PM UTC
DU, san rafael, wed./thurs. [2/18] [2/19]
All my life is waves, expressed as rays, phases, and cancellations... ...Waving by and paving over what I made in other ages Undulating sway, disrupting Self, the Phrase, the Word, the Way -- Nameless, without shape - within all shape - all touch, all taste; One expressed as Two: compress, expand, repeat. In balance, truth. Lilting swells that break in mind and water, endless scintillation; Every word as complex as its counterpart, unpatterned ocean; All motion the illusion of Desire, the fire that burns to Rest... ...But only ever simulates, for trough but stimulates the crest; When all my waves have ceased and found their peace, there ends my quest.
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Aug 4, 2011
Aug 4, 2011 at 4:45 PM UTC
Waves
__Body__ Let me love and care for the art piece of your body- every pulsating touch of your spasms. Jumping wildly; while washing me in your spring water on top a mountain of passions. I’ll spurt within you, from its tip. And in kind; let the wetness of your lips sooth my skin. Kissed by your sensual soul, as it echoes every word of thirst, running down your throat; chasing after every breath we lose in a moment.                        _Still, let us not love in haste._ __Amazon Queen__ I gaze at you, as my sprouting rose in bloom. But not something so delicate; she is tall, shapely, and sturdy— my Amazon Queen that keeps me in the centre of her rainforest. As she lets my words water her floret by their tip- its warmth and gentleness spoke of a love so deep and fulfilling. __Foot fetish__ Oh, how she stimulates my eyes, as I make out with her eye’s persuasion; my mind often rehearses how I’ll love her in it’s imaginations- my mind’s perfect simulation; For our desires are much sweeter, by every bite of her smooth chocolate skin I adore her more than I would have yesterday- to quietly bless each step she’ll take tomorrow. And a reason for me to kiss her feet. __Moist__ Surely as the night is washed by the gentle rains- I have these saturated thoughts, pondering how she’ll drown me over another night’ As she could never have the most without I in the middle; her underwear feels so moist. __Climactic Prelude & Conclusion__ Would you love to experience a climactic prelude; a middle so sweet in its time; While my eyes ripen at the sight of your ripening fruit, Oh, so sweet in its time, let me capture and savour that juicy fruit, For yes indeed we had fallen in love- but let not that fruit eventually fall; From its tree, to rot off its vine; let me bite you as mine- to taste your heaven’s ecstasy; In this climactic prelude; I promise the middle is filling, and its conclusion won’t be short lived.
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Jul 1, 2024
Jul 1, 2024 at 8:22 AM UTC
Poetica sensual
__Body__ Let me love and care for the art piece of your body- every pulsating touch of your spasms. Jumping wildly; while washing me in your spring water on top a mountain of passions. I’ll spurt within you, from its tip. And in kind; let the wetness of your lips sooth my skin. Kissed by your sensual soul, as it echoes every word of thirst, running down your throat; chasing after every breath we lose in a moment.                        _Still, let us not love in haste._ __Amazon Queen__ I gaze at you, as my sprouting rose in bloom. But not something so delicate; she is tall, shapely, and sturdy— my Amazon Queen that keeps me in the centre of her rainforest. As she lets my words water her floret by their tip- its warmth and gentleness spoke of a love so deep and fulfilling. __Foot fetish__ Oh, how she stimulates my eyes, as I make out with her eye’s persuasion; my mind often rehearses how I’ll love her in it’s imaginations- my mind’s perfect simulation; For our desires are much sweeter, by every bite of her smooth chocolate skin I adore her more than I would have yesterday- to quietly bless each step she’ll take tomorrow. And a reason for me to kiss her feet. __Moist__ Surely as the night is washed by the gentle rains- I have these saturated thoughts, pondering how she’ll drown me over another night’ As she could never have the most without I in the middle; her underwear feels so moist. __Climactic Prelude & Conclusion__ Would you love to experience a climactic prelude; a middle so sweet in its time; While my eyes ripen at the sight of your ripening fruit, Oh, so sweet in its time, let me capture and savour that juicy fruit, For yes indeed we had fallen in love- but let not that fruit eventually fall; From its tree, to rot off its vine; let me bite you as mine- to taste your heaven’s ecstasy; In this climactic prelude; I promise the middle is filling, and its conclusion won’t be short lived.
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*New damage new separation and stitching awaits sealing and new union.. Knife and fork breaking bread for inner rising in new strength.. Surgery on high removed a rib Eve's attraction urges re-joining.. A line reading linear distortion yearns for whole in-sight.. Surgery creates and stimulates a New Day...*
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Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 5:47 PM UTC
Surgery
So many cool things to do so many fun, and interesting things to do so many intoxicating things to stimulate the senses which, are always on march and parade DOPAMINE I stay chasing the next exciting thing the spectacle, the stimulation, music, promise but mostly I work my life away and then I drink, after Then the internet stimulates me:  Facebook, YouTube, Twitter, Instagram Goodreads, Reddit the next fix, always the next fix not where I want to be you can only be in one place I think my mind wants to be, in all places at once then, you get bored ******* bored that's there again Then minutes, moments, seconds move fast out of your life Alan Watts said, "thoughts are addictive," I know what he means he's not speaking in riddles A lot of times, it's just best not to think Somewhere in complete isolation with no one talking to you, or speaking to you eventually the voices and thoughts go away and you can cleanse yourself Hopefully
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Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 9:21 PM UTC
So Many Things
Darkness peaks beneath your mask, Eternal lying smothers your task, To be accepted by commercial greed, It stimulates your mindful need, Of personal gain and broken dreams, Place your brain inside a guillotine, To feed your craving for nicotine, Among the thoughts in your caved-in mind, The wind tickles your troubles in and out of time, Your plastic-eyed dolls and cruel songs, Is a portrait of your desire to walk along, All the beauties in the magazines, Drench your face in gasoline, Ignite a match to force humility, Upon your flesh and your stupidity, You used to poke fun at the lifeless on the streets, Now, take a bite of that forbidden bittersweet, Juices of past one nightstands and lost lovers, Enjoy what is less taken to be discovered. There is an insatiable claim to your brain, Alongside your coffee, pills, and bags of ******* Wicked **** sour ***** and dedicated fake, It is your bones against stones karma will break. Liar, cheater, deceptive soul eater, Tis’ the future in the light of tomorrow’s eyes, Where in Hell your soul shall eternal lie.
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Jul 16, 2011
Jul 16, 2011 at 6:21 AM UTC
Wicked ****
*Our many voyages of desert and sea the harshness observed.. smooth cushioned water becomes raging storm.. a splitting violence this external turbulence kindles jolts of anger then fear and supplication.. finally the Question.. tumult and danger seem forceful prompts suggesting surrender to veils of indifference.. yet some find now new possibility arising to trace one's journey: jagged roaring storm stimulates and brightens fading light within.. in these extremes depths awaken heights new sisterhood appears.. in one's journey log a backward look records hidden leaps of courage and faith.. real awareness of one's precarious life String...*
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Feb 23, 2013
Feb 23, 2013 at 8:08 PM UTC
Mother Nature
Drug; he controls my brain. He stirs an irresistible blend of chemicals in my body and convinces me to fall for him; he increases blood flow to the primitive areas of my brain and activates the circuits responsible for love and desire. Adrenaline; he balances my stress. He keeps my heart strong and healthy as thoughts of him and us dominate me and excite me, prompting me to get tachycardia (fast heart rate above 100 bpm) and my blood pressure to rise. Dopamine; he regulates my focus. He stimulates desire and triggers pleasure in me; I remember everything about us, then forget about my surroundings; I am motivated to please him, then I daydream and become unable to stay on task. Serotonin; he stabilizes my mood. He charms and induces me to perspire and relax, crave and distance him, lose and gain sleep, feel pain and relief, get happy and upset, and decrease and increase my immune system functions. Medication; he forces my loveswept cells to go haywire. He has cured my lovesickness, shooed away my regrets, helped me move on from my past, boosted my (self-)confidence, made me look forward to tomorrow, and offered me a ticket to bliss. Oxytocin; he enables me to produce lovestruck hormones. He affects my moral molecules as he attracts my undivided attention, pushes me to trust him, raises attachment and empathy, brings psychological stability, and encourages me to want to be closer to him. Vasopressin; he causes me to secrete lovetastic chemicals. He renders me monogamous and continues to have me hooked onto him; he makes me thirst for him, display amorous behavior, defend him and us, and maintain a strong partnership.
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May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 7:18 AM UTC
#11. (Love Science #1) He Is My..., 5/5/16.
Drug; he controls my brain. He stirs an irresistible blend of chemicals in my body and convinces me to fall for him; he increases blood flow to the primitive areas of my brain and activates the circuits responsible for love and desire. Adrenaline; he balances my stress. He keeps my heart strong and healthy as thoughts of him and us dominate me and excite me, prompting me to get tachycardia (fast heart rate above 100 bpm) and my blood pressure to rise. Dopamine; he regulates my focus. He stimulates desire and triggers pleasure in me; I remember everything about us, then forget about my surroundings; I am motivated to please him, then I daydream and become unable to stay on task. Serotonin; he stabilizes my mood. He charms and induces me to perspire and relax, crave and distance him, lose and gain sleep, feel pain and relief, get happy and upset, and decrease and increase my immune system functions. Medication; he forces my loveswept cells to go haywire. He has cured my lovesickness, shooed away my regrets, helped me move on from my past, boosted my (self-)confidence, made me look forward to tomorrow, and offered me a ticket to bliss. Oxytocin; he enables me to produce lovestruck hormones. He affects my moral molecules as he attracts my undivided attention, pushes me to trust him, raises attachment and empathy, brings psychological stability, and encourages me to want to be closer to him. Vasopressin; he causes me to secrete lovetastic chemicals. He renders me monogamous and continues to have me hooked onto him; he makes me thirst for him, display amorous behavior, defend him and us, and maintain a strong partnership.
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I want you… I want you instinctually and primitively. Spiritually and physically. I want to give you portions of me that I’ve never shown anybody; that will become distinctively yours - recognizable only to you and you alone. I want to submerge you in a realm of ******** gentleness that perpetuates an aggressive kindness, that stimulates, and soothes every aching, yearning, desire that flows through your body. Continuously… I’m telling you what you already knew, that I will always be there for you, and you will never again feel alone or abandoned. I  want to give you complete and total satisfaction. I want you and every little idiosyncrasy that makes you unique, that others have critiqued, because they didn’t understand. I want to show you that I can… I want to dwell in the depths of your being. I want to unravel your complexity. I want to give you vibrations in the form of a currant that arouses sensationally, at a frequency that makes you hum melodies of ecstasy uncontrollably as you call out for me. I want to initiate an explosion of soft convulsions from the warmth of my mouth penetrating every inch of your body rhythmically. I want the waters from the spring of your masculinity to drown me, and then I want you to save me. I want to embrace you each night and wrap you in between soft warm thighs, and welcoming arms under moonlight, until your torso is wet, drenched with sweat, until each kiss drips from the tip of your lips, and I caress your back with my fingertips. I want to make love to you the way an angel would if she could. I want to show you heaven and ethereal visions without limita-tions or specifications.   I want to give you happiness and pleasure unparallel, unlike any-thing either of us has ever felt, seen, or could create in our dreams. I want to protect you from harm beneath my wings. I want you to believe in me… I want you to come into my life.
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Sep 1, 2010
Sep 1, 2010 at 7:21 PM UTC
Come Into My Life
I want you… I want you instinctually and primitively. Spiritually and physically. I want to give you portions of me that I’ve never shown anybody; that will become distinctively yours - recognizable only to you and you alone. I want to submerge you in a realm of ******** gentleness that perpetuates an aggressive kindness, that stimulates, and soothes every aching, yearning, desire that flows through your body. Continuously… I’m telling you what you already knew, that I will always be there for you, and you will never again feel alone or abandoned. I  want to give you complete and total satisfaction. I want you and every little idiosyncrasy that makes you unique, that others have critiqued, because they didn’t understand. I want to show you that I can… I want to dwell in the depths of your being. I want to unravel your complexity. I want to give you vibrations in the form of a currant that arouses sensationally, at a frequency that makes you hum melodies of ecstasy uncontrollably as you call out for me. I want to initiate an explosion of soft convulsions from the warmth of my mouth penetrating every inch of your body rhythmically. I want the waters from the spring of your masculinity to drown me, and then I want you to save me. I want to embrace you each night and wrap you in between soft warm thighs, and welcoming arms under moonlight, until your torso is wet, drenched with sweat, until each kiss drips from the tip of your lips, and I caress your back with my fingertips. I want to make love to you the way an angel would if she could. I want to show you heaven and ethereal visions without limita-tions or specifications.   I want to give you happiness and pleasure unparallel, unlike any-thing either of us has ever felt, seen, or could create in our dreams. I want to protect you from harm beneath my wings. I want you to believe in me… I want you to come into my life.
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I hadn't expected someone there already before me. Only lonely men come here I heard him through my heavy breath lonely with nothing and everything. Down there was the sea rumbling faintly with the froths painting themselves on the shore like a sketch in a child's drawing book. Height does amazing tricks, the man continued, *makes you feel invincible stimulates you to be ****** into gravity to fall as light as the feather.* The dusk was wrapping up the light when I remembered having promised her not to be late to descend. There's a man up there, I told the gateman, Nope, he said, you were the only guest this evening.
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Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 10:39 AM UTC
Feather of Galileo
Water is used to generate electricity On my palms, it powers nervousness Or nervousness stimulates the gushing of water from my palms Better still, I will say it's a bi-directional mechanism My drawing class was a mess Every paper ripped before I could draw a thing You can't imagine the stress When your palm is another stream I dread a handshake Especially when my hand feels like a lake I can't stand the expressions on people's faces Or how they have to quickly clean their hands on their pants Please find me an escape route That's the struggle of sweaty palms!
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Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 10:07 PM UTC
Hyperhidrosis
dear immoral,               salt seed of     s                               la   ughter enticingly, affably, salt compassionate psychic stimulates   the pigheaded exclamation compassionate osculation stands glove                   gives callously   equally, nonetheless, equally quarrelsome loving glove a persnickety longshoreman   each persnickety biochemistry is the   longshoreman cancerous? A ambiguous certification a stupid symphony leads a wizardry a road worker.                     No content,   j                       us             t web,                                   you     r bright face is suffered with an imagery. Bridge operator:                 agile                     computation           today, randomly ordinarily ah! A                     trembling     je       we                 ler confidant loves increasingly   languidly, sociably, spontaneously Look! A poor *********** perpetual on my           quick                               bible;   my psychotherapy roves into a             bleeding seashore. Oxygen   tickles beautifully boisterous, antisocial, odorous Look! A quivering predisposition the           psychoanalysis's   preferably quick       psych     otherapy- how         ebbing it is! It has the the depression snowed ordinarily. It repels the grin into the seashore a         punishing scream. Cataclysm predicts perfectly               stupidly sensually noncommittal unchanging rambling cataclysm in t       he                         unharnessing camaraderie a perfect board           overshadows   his youth   so                                   that it is contemporary grin             quick psychotherapies I repel quick this punishing kennel. The chore into appreciated camaraderies psychotherapies rove in it. A ink stick:   into appreciated ca                 mar           aderies psychotherapies rove in             my own gossip. Dogmatic, unrealistic cliff   grip               of firefly realistically, subtly, cliff Situationist               on my quick bible;   my paralysis roves onto a crazy seashore. Situationist on a             journey;   my             paralysis ambles onto a       crazy hotel. A equality   onto procreation kings paralys           is         amble outside of the kings. Buzzard: omnipotent nullification   extraordinarily, perfectly, saintly that buzzard is ambitious
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Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 12:12 PM UTC
Words From God
dear immoral,               salt seed of     s                               la   ughter enticingly, affably, salt compassionate psychic stimulates   the pigheaded exclamation compassionate osculation stands glove                   gives callously   equally, nonetheless, equally quarrelsome loving glove a persnickety longshoreman   each persnickety biochemistry is the   longshoreman cancerous? A ambiguous certification a stupid symphony leads a wizardry a road worker.                     No content,   j                       us             t web,                                   you     r bright face is suffered with an imagery. Bridge operator:                 agile                     computation           today, randomly ordinarily ah! A                     trembling     je       we                 ler confidant loves increasingly   languidly, sociably, spontaneously Look! A poor *********** perpetual on my           quick                               bible;   my psychotherapy roves into a             bleeding seashore. Oxygen   tickles beautifully boisterous, antisocial, odorous Look! A quivering predisposition the           psychoanalysis's   preferably quick       psych     otherapy- how         ebbing it is! It has the the depression snowed ordinarily. It repels the grin into the seashore a         punishing scream. Cataclysm predicts perfectly               stupidly sensually noncommittal unchanging rambling cataclysm in t       he                         unharnessing camaraderie a perfect board           overshadows   his youth   so                                   that it is contemporary grin             quick psychotherapies I repel quick this punishing kennel. The chore into appreciated camaraderies psychotherapies rove in it. A ink stick:   into appreciated ca                 mar           aderies psychotherapies rove in             my own gossip. Dogmatic, unrealistic cliff   grip               of firefly realistically, subtly, cliff Situationist               on my quick bible;   my paralysis roves onto a crazy seashore. Situationist on a             journey;   my             paralysis ambles onto a       crazy hotel. A equality   onto procreation kings paralys           is         amble outside of the kings. Buzzard: omnipotent nullification   extraordinarily, perfectly, saintly that buzzard is ambitious
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First waiting Anxiously take a seat Gears turning Sounds and movement begin Slowly ascending Trees leave the line of sight Thoughts fading The view stuns and stimulates wonder Cerebration returning Inspiration gathers as the moment passes Still yearning Anxiously must wait again Moment approaching Mentally process, soak it all in Beautiful showing Life from the ferris wheel view
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Jan 25, 2013
Jan 25, 2013 at 2:47 AM UTC
Ferris Wheel
all you are is a bouquet of weeds, finding your way through the cuts haphazardly placed on my frail legs, and sitting in my veins rotting like roadkill, turning the flowers in my stomach into a swamp of misery and dehydration. as intrusive as you are, i can't seem to get rid of you. nobody told me that drugs is not only just opiates and stimulates, that it could possibly be as much of a   psychological need as love does to me. i couldn't imagine being squeezed around my neck like a snake, hand or noose deadlocking me but i suffocate in my mistakes. so it makes sense that's why the garden in my chest has been long forgotten about: i've forgotten to take care of myself. i need people to help me with making sure that i'm important and vital to them. all i ever am is a bouquet of weeds, and i feel like i grow so attached to a person that i end up being that snake, noose, or hand constricting them until they need to pry themselves loose. i'm sorry. - kra
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Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 1:18 AM UTC
bouquets of weeds
You ask me how I find the time, But time is not the issue, For they, are all prepared, needing only recognition, For they, are all in readiness, needing only composition I see a toddler swaying, see him to disaster lurching, Somehow avoided with last second seer-like swerving, Ten times in a ten foot walk across a patio, My eyes code red at the incredible risk/reward ratio, It is nature at it most incredible, miraculous, ordinariness A young girl of ten wears a pocketbook across her forearm, In the style of an elderly woman, as she plays with Barbie, Tho her body immature, her psyche, says note my Iconology, her accoutrement, texts a message subtly, I am preteen, I am near woman, treat me accordingly Dueling iPads in bed is a poem in my head, rhymes accurate of screen reflections of an X factor that stimulates my cerebral cortex. Verbal ointment that I posses can't fix a flat tire, but sets me up for a personal review, self awareness Gone mad and with finger, on gas station floor, In the grime, words are realized/written concretely, what my heart speaks freely Within each day, miracles present themselves, Gauntlets thrown, note them well and be justified, Visions, external to my physical self, Yet product of internal chemical reactions That blow through my veins, swirling, Word leaves, on a November weekend, Windswept from a thousand directions, So you ask me how I find the time, The question proper be amended, How do the times find me, How do I know them, And why, do I share them
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May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 1:14 PM UTC
You ask me how I find the time to write, ask how do the times find me...
You ask me how I find the time, But time is not the issue, For they, are all prepared, needing only recognition, For they, are all in readiness, needing only composition I see a toddler swaying, see him to disaster lurching, Somehow avoided with last second seer-like swerving, Ten times in a ten foot walk across a patio, My eyes code red at the incredible risk/reward ratio, It is nature at it most incredible, miraculous, ordinariness A young girl of ten wears a pocketbook across her forearm, In the style of an elderly woman, as she plays with Barbie, Tho her body immature, her psyche, says note my Iconology, her accoutrement, texts a message subtly, I am preteen, I am near woman, treat me accordingly Dueling iPads in bed is a poem in my head, rhymes accurate of screen reflections of an X factor that stimulates my cerebral cortex. Verbal ointment that I posses can't fix a flat tire, but sets me up for a personal review, self awareness Gone mad and with finger, on gas station floor, In the grime, words are realized/written concretely, what my heart speaks freely Within each day, miracles present themselves, Gauntlets thrown, note them well and be justified, Visions, external to my physical self, Yet product of internal chemical reactions That blow through my veins, swirling, Word leaves, on a November weekend, Windswept from a thousand directions, So you ask me how I find the time, The question proper be amended, How do the times find me, How do I know them, And why, do I share them
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I feel bomb My body is happy My mind is clear My skin tingles with warmth        and Vibration I saunter through the valley of toxic filth The sludge slaps my thighs and sprays my soul I dissolve it in oils         The warmth allows it to penetrate deep                 And with conscious care, I cleanse my Self and Soul I float high on          Carrots and mushrooms and quinoa and beans and seeds                 And more fruits                  And more roots                   And more veggies And fats         Raw with love and earth And meat, raised as Children of the Earth         Not children of the industry And my sweet mistress of stimulated desire         Cacao. Stimulates my clearing mind          Free of pineal poison (from water and paste) I saunter through the valley of toxic filth        I hold her close and kiss her My body is saturated. There is no escaping environment. So I work from the inside out. I sweep my temple daily. I breath in chaos, And breath out harmony.
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Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 6:15 PM UTC
I Breath in Chaos
Know I've been around You've been on my mind, subconsciously I think too much Our feelings have faded Act like you know better I know I haven't been around I haven't forgotten you Your name stimulates my heart My chords vibrated from the start Your seat has not been taken I've been so far gone I've been so led on I've formed broken bonds Established severed connections I feel it I can feel it This rush of adrenaline in my veins Oh no, oh no, no, no This is Hope telling me to keep going How do you sit down and quit? You don't
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Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 7:53 PM UTC
Hope (Part II)
How do I love you? I love you like the moon, must be in love with the stars, The light that brings me home, & comforts my weary heart, it stimulates my mind, & gives me a needed start, Energizes my tired spirit, while illuminating my soul... it's a hot & burning ember, not.. just a lonely coal, loving you my darling to me, a noble goal, It's like how a poet, simply loves his empty page, & how an out of control fire, just loves to rage & rage, It's like that lovely combination, of rosemary, thyme and sage, it's like a well beaten bird, freed from, a long and binding cage, It's every single memory, handed down, throughout the winding age, imparting the needed knowledge, from a wise imparting sage, as I check again, my trusty weather gauge, I set a course directly home,   to your,                S                  k                     y                         .                        .                      .                       .                     .                      .                          . Cherie Nolan © 2016
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Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 5:37 PM UTC
"How Do I Love You?"
Don't ask me what it is like to love someone I have thrown the word love away Like they do colorful beads at Mardi Gras Abundant and beautiful Yet no one throws them back Don't ask me what it is like to love someone I have waited by too many telephones I have kissed too many of the wrong people Hoping to find one who's lips might taste like his Like craving something you're allergic to Yet still giving into the temptation of eating it an suffering anyways Do not ask me what it is like to love someone Because I have not experienced real love Real love is when it is returned Having the one who's eyes look like the sunrise The one who's walk makes you want to follow behind them The one who had a smile that can reignite a fireplace Having the one who makes your heart melt like ice cream on a summer day love you as much as you love them or even more That is real love And I am not familiar with something so precious Because the one who stimulates my well-being is too busy Following someone else, someone who is nothing like me And yet still I wonder if he is taste testing too
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May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 8:19 PM UTC
Taste Testing
THINK SATIN, not silk and make it sheer black. RUN IT slowly through sensitive finger-tip skin. Black satin shimmers. FEEL IT creamily smooth like alchemized liquid. Black satin scintillates. HOLD IT cool against lips and breathe slowly in. Black satin stimulates. TRY IT sensuously folded for more sinuous cling. Black satin slithers. WEAR IT bravely, accentuate bedtime's nakedity. Black satin satiates. THINK SATIN, not silk and make it sheer black.
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Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 9:38 AM UTC
Think Satin.
Because poetry is like a state of mind. Living, feeling and then just letting that do the writing even if the reality ends up bad. I guess I really am an optimist. I just don't see any point in believing in anything that doesn't serve you in a way that makes you enjoy life more. Truths only value isn't simply that it has a metric of it being a shared reality. There is value truth has in the fact that your beliefs are what go on to filter your lens of perception, defines the language you use, which become your thoughts, which become your actions, which stimulates your environment and in turn moves you to dance within a world of cause and effect. If only people understood this maybe they wouldn't fill themselves with the things they do we'd be closer with karma we'd be in control not subject to the whims of somebody else's logic that you picked up and clung to from a pool of information that was all that was available but not all that there is.
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Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 10:58 PM UTC
Why did you write that poem?