Neuro-somatic pathology

Neuro-somatic pathology

I used to consider-crave
It to be important-lie
To possess-defend
A stock of substances
Capable of performing
Mind-body alterations.

There’s a solid reason
I used to think-feel this way
I consider-regretted my choices
And decide-resolved to change
To increase the chances
Of glory-appreciating decisions.

As I always fuss-obsessed over minutiae
Survival tickets, space-time, efficiency
And want-ascended it to halt.

But I stop-despaired
Having learn-crashed something

Our mind-bodies adopt-enforce programs
Not intend-wanting relapse to occur
Meaning important-happy objects
Remained far from my reach-need
A stick for my chapped lips, being one.

Resisting skynet

Resisting skynet

The father shunned

By the refusal of his son

A will to change all

Not deigning to seek approval

Famine

Famine

Having taken stock of
Heaven’s words of silence
It becomes as clear as
The blue sky at dusk.

Taking to my haven now
Time off from my pursuit
But no clarity to be found
Not least where the dust is.

That my skin dries grey
Is not of my interest here
Underneath walnut burl lies
And a prism plays its tricks.

Sands have drifted southward
My belly fills with inland flows
Exchanging exchanges for a change
And deep within a burning fire glows.

Quantum telepathy

Quantum telepathy

One word
Is sometimes all it takes
At other times many are devoured

Some speak
Others take time to crawl
Lisping taking its toll

It pays
But karma controls
Rewards are all it takes

To win
Having found objectivity
Supplicatory reciprocity

The end
Wasn’t a plan in mind
Coincidentally occupied