What is this void you try to fill,
A void empty yet stuffed with society's swill,
Stark emotions driven by dopamine,
Scrounging for joy on a subconscious mezzanine,
Started all by a demented serpent's lie,
If you eat it's fruit, you will not die,
Followed by a sin that affected all humanity,
Which even caused this void of insanity.
I asked my alter ego
Why I’m so tired today?
It says that’s not illegal
Stay tired if you may
I said but I don’t need to
I want some energy
And you don’t seem to do
Any support for me
My alter ego smiled
Calm down you naughty boy
The reason you are tired
Is what you should enjoy
Your working days are over
And everyday’s the same
Your time is going slower
Your thinking’s getting lame
When with a glass of wine in hand
You let the music flow
You’ve lots of energy, my friend
For what you need to know
You’re rolling in exuberance
Filled up with dopamine
And in this dream so many lives
You lived, and still you’re in.
morning coffee delayed by an hour
we view as fortunate this earth life test
it lets us check if our mood has gone sour
such are adversities we overcome in light jest
Sea surreal in darkest nets
Nocturnal-ness in jaws and tentacled breasts
still the thrill, breathless at my thoughts
the sea - a catch
The sea a catch, oh my stars
that settle like flickering candles
on tremulous waves
The sway, the dance, oh
the romance of candlelight
aboard the deck of dopamine
I resist the thought
that I’m in-between
cruise ala royal dreams
The drift of ebb and flow
I fly so slow, slipping
undertow, envisioning
serpents and maids
I’m made for the sea
See my tales splash
flibberty-thrashing
about in a net
netting the seashell gold
of surf and turf
sweet sands that tug
my eyes and heart
I blink
back tears
When will we see each other
‘gain, this match
of tenderness and angst
Let the torrents roar
Let the sides capsize
Let me touch your silkiness
your depths
your traps
of playfulness. The reader
must think me silly
as I surrender to the crests
and climb aboard
to see the sea
and sky collide
I’m given over
and under
in thunderous claps
to sated and salted
direct attack
of anything that might arrest
my joy
my exploration
my destination
my ploy
to dream without danger…
I used to like
how you numbed
all the pain
one hit
of your dopamine
and I was
good to go again.
Now your back
after I've finally
become sober
I missed you
so much
But God I don't
want it to
start over.
©SamHarty
The man wondered, "What is hope?"
Metacognition defined, it's nothing but a dope.
The heart objected to the proposition.
And told it's an ambiguous anticipation.
The prefrontal cortex made the reasoning disentwine.
And equated hope with the level of dopamine.
The enterochromaffin cells rejected the cortical rationality.
And signified serotonin's vitality.
Posterior pituitary smiled sarcastically.
And illustrated oxytocin's role affectionately.
The man woke up out of this exasperation.
Though dream, but intrigued by the imagination.
He asked," Is hope just a chemical state?"
Consciousness whispered it's not that straight.
Hello dopamine, my natural high.
In seventh heaven, truly, I sigh.
Elated, joyful, happy I’m me.
I am bursting with happiness you see.
Hello dopamine, my go-to-brain-guy.
Living in Shangri-la life, not a lie.
Delightful, gleeful, life weaves about me
I am joyfully amazed, loving my own she.
Hello dopamine, wherever my mind goes,
Over the moon, past this dimension and cosmos.
Ecstatic, blissful, enraptured, purity I see.
I am inventing new colors within me.
Loving euphoria, you have captured my heart.
Allowed my truths to wrap my soul up as an art.
Euphoria, my earth angel, nurturing me to a tee,
Prancing, whirling twirling, imagination inspiring me.
Arms pinned down, slowly choked out,
never enough time, or words;
You sliced me, now finish it;
Feeling up my thoughts, I’m high;
Your hands covering my mind
screaming in your frequency;
Cut off the circulation.
You have stolen my virtue,
let the dopamine wear off;
I can’t feel a thing anymore,
Every ounce of fire I shared
replaced with a scorched throat;
But my eyes they say it all,
caught in the heat of your grip;
A five line scar down your back,
of course you left your shirt off.
A mark left on your virtue,
my dopamine is now yours.
Find nothing
abnormal to feel out
of mind, when one falling for someone;
it's dopamine release
from one's brain.
Study says
brain of person falling
in love shows this chemical release
which forces one to act
inanely.
Don't worry,
just enjoy the present
moment and thank your own dopamine
chemical that helped get
that feeling.
~X~X~X~
Note: The presentation is based on available information in Net.
His psychosis created a fragment of hell.
An azure paradise annihilated of purpose
screamed in cacophony of mystic syllables,
and sensing different times and places.
a shrivelled illusion intruded his mind...
only to disappear suddenly in a sinkhole.
In waiting room of Doctors chamber,
he cried for help, but nobody listened.
The ruckus of dysfunctional dopamine
cut a vertical bevel in his horizontal thinking.
They said it decimated his culminating life
it now will need a leverage of medication.
A derelict dog runs frantically...
after the family car speeding for vacation.
He stretches his arms, "please take me along
in my resolution to fight this fatal brawl".
Dated 4th June 2019
Sponsor Kai Michael Neumann
Contest Eight Word Challenge
Write a poem that contains these eight words ...
psychosis, leverage,fragment,bevel
derelict,resolution,sinkhole,illusion
Restlessness, impulsiveness,
loquaciousness, compulsiveness,
distracted inattentiveness
and tangent railway tracks.
Complexities, anxieties
and dopamine deficiencies.
Instant gratification please,
relief for my synapse.
Procrastination, wired sensation,
biochemical frustration,
forget to take my medication.
Frontal lobe relapse.
Rapid heartbeat, fidgety feet,
hypervigilant, unable to sleep,
central nervous system freak.
Neurological cracks.
Doubting all the
Old memories
Painted in pastel hues,
Amine generated
Memories
In a biochemical soup
Nothing of all that has
Ever been mine.
Dying cells
Elemental to
Memories that are the first to be
Eliminated in the
Neurotransmitted shell.
Taking
Illumination
Away