Best Cortical Poems

The rise, like an inhale
breathe slowly, breathe longingly
The fattening of the dough
the tummy expectant, the tummy expanding
Cocooned in its nest
its stretchiness, its pleasant scents
Like an...

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I'm continuing to read Jane Anna Gordon's "Creolizing Political Theory"
although now with Antonio Damasio's "Self Comes to Mind: Constructing the [WinWin Creolizing-Bilateral] Conscious Brain."

Right now,
Dr....

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My fetal alcoholic bipolar:

“sometimes I experience low anxiety
and act like a happy drunk”

“sometimes,
like when entering new places 
and situations,
I experience high anxiety
and act like a...

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She has been a delight
since she first joined this website.
She performs an altruistic rite
both day and night,
sharing her insight.
Pious as an Israelite
ascending Mt. Sinai’s...

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Become Unglued

It is probably possible and presumably
What you found was best part of me
And many things people may often need
Like great poems of mine for...

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Most laboratory mischievous
was a petri dish birth of the patent soulless
Retrograde thought waves,
cold stream of computer code consciousness
Clone algorithm doppelgänger breathe
into a body of artificial...

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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...

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In.sane in the membrane of my brain
or sane in the insanity of this game...

Row row, I'm rowing, between synapses
I'm flowing, silent rivers I'm riding
like a...

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What they saw, that seminal liberation day,
Defied, at first, all comprehension;
The winding dirt road uncoiled to a clearing,
Snaked to primal ordinariness, a camp, militia deserted.
Static...

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My first great faith journey
involved exiting EarthMother's nighttime womb,
without even a first language
except what RightBrain inherited
from noticing emotive taste and feel
and healthy/pathological touch
memories prehistorically Win/Win
and...

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Clickety-clack! sang the wheels on the track 
slowing into a dead end shunting yard; 
crawling aboard as the baggage gets stored 
amidst groans from the...

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Lapis Lazuli
a cortical jolt,
lips love you truly,
like lightning,
a bolt 
out of the blue 
of the eyes
of your dreams,
bursting your bubble
and tearing the seams
sewn by the...

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By Parizo Van Thulare 

The echo of my rhyming 
Making waves from the calcaneus up the nerve of auditory 
Cleansing all which was blocked in...

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In the middle night,
in middle America — a small tremor,
not enough to scare the cat,
but the cat knew, and it told the mice
who lived in...

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Reading my own mind
keeping score of all those weird moments
that come and go like ghost trains.

Watching dendritic branches
grow fat purple plums
and hard green grapes on...

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