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 infant in a swaddle
the soothing towel, slightly moist
The rise, like an inhale
breathe slowly, breathe longingly
The ascent complete
lungs exhaustively expanded, waiting...

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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. Gordon is discussing various academic attempts,
and some of them actual RealWorld politically-applied attempts,
to prescribe creolization as a form of ecopolitical...

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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 very bad
and mean-spirited drunk
with immense juvenile curiosity and overload,
near total sensory loss of  ego v. eco-boundary,
megalomaniacal tendencies,
also known as...

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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 height. 
She has ability to distinguish wrong from right.
Lactiferous with human kindness in a metaphorical light.
A moral beacon during a...

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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 intelligence theory 
Hollow cranial cavity
filled with synthetic mitochondria propagation — 
Grey matter reversal movement,
Neanderthal cortical activity cybernetic

Experimental genome project,
primeval opaque...

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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 them to read.

In back is part which they call cortical
Which will become old and quite historical
And with proper people should...

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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 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...

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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 train...
Rollercoaster rollin' faster, in a flash
synaptic laughter, as these neurons
remain.in the lane...
"Hey you and you two,
Me too? Yeah dude, her...

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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 gates, fences of rust stained barbed wire,
Ramshackle huts in the near distance,
Flanking sentry towers and water towers attentive only to...

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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 Win/Lose
and Lose/Lose souled
unsoiled either happy or mad,
learning both/and health-resilient midways.

From such humble nutritional/toxic expectations,
and win/lose annunciations
of EarthTribe's integral potential,
wealthy yang...

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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 tympanic membrane 

This is poetry 's Lambast 
The beauty of wisdom making Blast 
This how i Cast 

Hear them throb...

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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 red-faced station guard.

Scored by the nasal growl of the tannoy, 
indecipherable instructions relayed to the blind; 
framed by diesel fumes,...

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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 hand 
of a mother with care,
in hopes that 
Saint Nicolas,
soon would be there....

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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 the walls.
‘It wasn’t us’, they said.

A mess on my desk.
The thin vase with its lone chrysanthemum
toppled.

Spilled water printing a figure,
smudged...

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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 tangled vines.
Cortical cells working overtime.

There's a sort of poem here,
its sunning itself in an afterglow
and won't appear until I look...

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