Brains Poems

BRAINS

Eating them won’t make you smarter 
Flying them, frying them won’t make you high 
Scraping them off the pavement 
Certainly, won’t make you fly 
Peeling them off some stickers 
May certainly make you laugh and cry 
At the same time like me 
Synchronicity 
There’re always two sides to every coin 
Just like there are two

All Of The Little Things Our Little Brains Choose To Remember For A Short Little While

Isn’t it odd?
All of the little things
that remain in our
little brains?

One day, you’ll
be walking down the
street, just minding your
own business, when suddenly
you’ll stop.

A sight,
A sound,
A scent,
A memory,

Something you have
never seen, heard, smelt,
or even experienced before
will catch your incomplete attention
so completely.

And send you to
the most magical of
places.

Something from your
childhood,

Something from the
small town you drove through
last autumn.

Something

Is AI Friend or Foe

Is AI a staunch friend with double face
that whispers “I love you, but will replace
Do its words capture a thought we just had
write it much better; if so, why be mad

 Its chest of words is much greater by far 
synonym surplus, its door stands ajar
by the way, their paintings lovely, also
Can there be wrong

Home, Home of the Brains - Lyric

  ~ To the Melody of "Home on the Range" ~

       Home, Home of the Brains
       Where Scrabble is endlessly played
          Where seldom is heard 
       

All Of The Little Things Our Little Brains Remember For A Short Little While

Isn’t it odd?
All of the little things
that remain in our
little brains?

One day, you’ll
be walking down the
street, just minding your
own business, when suddenly
you’ll stop.

A sight,
A sound,
A scent,
A memory,

Something you have
never seen, heard, smelt,
or even experienced before
will catch your incomplete attention
so completely.

And send you to
the most magical of
places.

Something from your
childhood,

Something from the
small town you drove through
last autumn.

Something

Oh, humanity

Oh, humanity,
Making a welter of things, 
Put our brains to better use....

Let's fly like eagles,
To our grail of peace restored,
We don't do perfect, okay.....

Right Art It

All at once, the soul takes flight
Rendering raw both dark and bright
Truth in touch, in wrong and right
In silent storms, I wield the night
Shaping shadows into sight
Till the void erupts with light

Breaking borders built by thought
Reason rains in riddles caught
All ideas, like lightning, dash
Igniting images in a flash
Nighttime neurons softly chime
Synapse singing sparks through time

Holding

Here Come the Brains

         We chose
         heroes

         based on
         sheer brawn

         but now
     

Bad Sick Brains

Bad sick  brains/ A jolt to the soul Energy raw, untamed, a primal scream/
 Then Blink-182, "First Date," pop punk dreams, sixty million views, a digital stream, what a bad dream/ is anybody makin’ money nowadays? But views ain’t loyalty, tour duty, the grit and the grind/
  The scar tissue earned, a chair

Brains and Guts: The Write, Right, Rite of Revolution

Brains and guts orbit the soul—
that polar star searing in the marrow of being.

I was born somewhere between Einstein’s neurons
Ginsburg beat poetry, the birth of rock and roll, revolution marches,
and the calloused hands of a carpenter,
where ink stains fight oil slicks,
where the soft susurrations of Plato 
wrestle the raw shouts of Spartacus.

Do you think Socrates

Right Brain, Left Brain

(“Corpus Callosum", 2018, original encaustic)

Right Brain, Left Brain

Two halves of a whole
Complimentary opposites
Passive/active, imaginal/verbal
Figurative/literal, depressive/manic
Outside and within time
A master and his emissary
Inside us all.

Yet each of us have our own balance
Our own comfort zones
And range of tolerance.
Like a finger print 
Within our brain
Leaving its subtle mark
On everything we think, say and do.

Viva the difference!
I say
While

Why the Judge blew his own brains out instead of signing Gargano abuse of power packet

Why the judge blew his own 
brains out because he refused 
to go through on ciro Gargano 
corruption packet abuse 
of power gross negligence 
excessive bullying and 
organized crime the judge 
sat under a tree put a 
shotgun in his mouth 
and bam he decided to 
blow his own brains out 
there you have it

Undeveloped Brains

Bullies anywhere
They look like educated 
Brains not develop.

Thoughts pierced my brain

Thoughts pierced the whites of my brains,
Tainted blood flowed out of my veins,
One half of me then paralysed,
My speech now completely disguised.

Why was I stubborn with the drugs?
My right arm now too weak for hugs.
Beat fast, my heart under my cloak,
Just too bad I now have a stroke.

Recovery now cost fortunes,
Drag I must my distortions,
Since

The redness remains

The redness from the veins still stains the earth,
Bones stripped bare of flesh by ravenous ants,
In each of the souls, peace was much in dearth,
The redness from the veins still stains the earth,
That's what wars do, even before my birth.
We humans have brains, yet behave like plants.
The redness from the veins still stains the earth,
Bones

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