Doctor of Love ( you may also call me Maurice )

[saw]

don't let the perfume fool you
flowery poetry can have exquisite muscles
the music, mushrooms, malcontent and majesty
all lend themselves to a fine meal

the more you glean the less you tremble she said,
listen to the lyrics that hide behind the open notes
on the scale of life, ...measure the chromatic world
with the atoms of symphonic isotopes

that have the same atomic weight as your sloping shoulders,
strike a chord for thermal resonance fusion
allow yourself to sink like the mango sun into a cool teal evening alone....
find your place in that space from the comfort of your cowhide recliner

you are the arbiter of all disputes, Tune Out
the talking tv heads with perfect hair and makeup, Call Bullshit
to those that would like to shampoo your brain and hang it on a line to dry
honestly....I've never fit in

pssst...your contentment is nearby, within those nooks and crannies
that the institutions tell you only exist in English muffins, Your Life
is one of a kind, there is only one person you can possibly be..........
So love him......as he loves you

[saw]

streams inform in arcane dictation,
consciousness is shared along the planes
of time, and when you are lucky she speaks to you
your job is merely to get it all down on paper

I love when the hand cannot keep up with the brain

[mnaz]

Those are the best times. (I really should be more diligent about keeping my digital recorder handy, to voice those streams...)

Compression/decompression.
Construction/deconstruction.
Escalation/de-escalation.
Pressure/space.
Noise/quietude.
In time, music.
Or even silence.

[mtmynd]

don't let the perfume fool you
flowery poetry can have exquisite muscles
the music, mushrooms, malcontent and majesty
all lend themselves to a fine meal

the more you glean the less you tremble she said,
listen to the lyrics that hide behind the open notes
on the scale of life, ...measure the chromatic world
with the atoms of symphonic isotopes

that have the same atomic weight as your sloping shoulders,
strike a chord for thermal resonance fusion
allow yourself to sink like the mango sun into a cool teal evening alone....
find your place in that space from the comfort of your cowhide recliner

you are the arbiter of all disputes, Tune Out
the talking tv heads with perfect hair and makeup, Call Bullshit
to those that would like to shampoo your brain and hang it on a line to dry
honestly....I've never fit in

pssst...your contentment is nearby, within those nooks and crannies
that the institutions tell you only exist in English muffins, Your Life
is one of a kind, there is only one person you can possibly be..........
So love him......as he loves you

As they might say on the border, "me gusta!" Indeed, this is a fine write, amigo. I especially dug the bold areas... :