My cerebral cortex -
indeed, you are the vortex,
processing my senses,
the place where joy condenses.
It's to you I owe
every pretty sky,
each note that makes me sigh,
and grandma's apple pie.
Please don't ever go.
Can you feel the real deal hoodoo or juju hex
One sex tech conquest & manifest wrecks perplex
Flex your cerebral cortex protest against the new Rex
Hullabaloo of voodoo we must contest & vex
Vain inane randy Deejays handy on dandy sandy decks
A bane.. vloggers..joggers & bloggers texts & trend treks
Reign of hooray Henry’s forays with oversized unwise specs
Disdain from plain Jane “ex” glowering while devouring Tex Mex
Train..campaign for brawn not brain.. divulging bulging necks & pecs
The lot have got an absurd follow the word of the herd complex
Flecks of lies flutter & splutter in the utter nutter echo chamber gutter that is “X”
Never ending..mind bending curmudgeon bludgeon chorus of Tyrannosaurus Techs!
Drained of opaque innocence
Perfected by your toxicity,
I was laid bare beneath the narcissistic sun,
Searing deep within dehydrated pupils,
Stripping my soul of all humanity,
until your sinister tongue was all I could hear.
Your empty promises clothed these bones;
running was no longer an option,
as hiding became nearly impossible within your shadows.
Voices, eating through my cerebral cortex,
tainted even the demons that resided within my mind.
Minuscule reminders of my life before became particles of dust,
floating through suffocating air,
choking the little oxygen you let me breathe,
until the poison became too much to take.
Falling to my knees, vomiting your vile lies,
my life flashed like motion pictures before my eyes.
A choice was given:
either purge—rip the cursed, stinging nettle from my veins,
or die under your cruelty.
I will not rot for an insignificant monster;
a cleansing is long overdue.
My mother was catatonic, symphonic chronic is what I smoke.
Livinin it bougie, choosin floosies no uzis and then I choke.
You can be me, insane cerebral cortex is
just what I feel.
Living pervy swerving Lexus and hexes to get the deal!
I'm the homosexual, heterosexual, suicidal bloke.
I was adopted by white family and to them I'm just a joke.
They are white supremacist hollow and they drink a racist coke.
And they bought themselves a black kid, broke me down and built a moat.
I'm the illest of the illest, you the illest with a pill.
Donate plasma with no athesma, drain so much I start to spill!
Got the game on lock with fakers who found out that words can kill.
Better bump this on speakers like I invented free will!
Spendin money by the twenties gettin hundies by the bill..
And I'll never stand for the flag so you coonies can in chill!
If my words had a flavor I'm sure I'd be spicy dill.
Bringing back the old school freshness like my name is Uncle Phil!
The majority of mine lxiii years
expended delving deep into imagination,
yours truly escaped, loosed, thwarted...
reality courtesy bookland
roaming cerebral cortex terra firmae
did not amp pulley satiate
seemingly depression found me
(an uncompetitive, oversensitive,
intuitive, contemplative bookworm)
with scrunched pate,
a day short and a dollar late
one dime a dozen lad
hood scrimp and scrape,
a familiar pattern typified fate
viz - hand to mouth bleak
how zing existence aye equate
extant throughout three score
plus three years date
journeys round el sol,
this varsity schlepper, procrastinator,
malingerer did create
current emotional state
mottled with sea henna tint
financial, emotional and
psychosocial characteristics stint
aye serum eyes while
in utero the blueprint
indelibly etched analogous
brand York Peppermint
also analogous to musician
recording tracks upon primed glint
ting digitized compact disc
clear polycarbonate plastic substrate,
a reflective metallic layer,
and a clear protective coating
of acrylic plastic
breakable as flint.
How do we navigate the narrow boundaries
of the inquiring mind,
the narrow path leading
to knowledge,
understanding,
wisdom?
So vast is *****sapiens capacity to store
throughout the brain,
the cerebral cortex
processes,
generates,
tabulates,
Often spewing out like a computer gone berserk
from an unexpected surge,
in the middle of a project
unprepared,
unexpected,
frustrating.
We learn to navigate; we learn to function
within our individual limitations,
manipulating cranial cells
accumulating,
experiencing,
ever slowly dying.
From birth to death, constantly processing
from current information, hopefully,
to make the most informed
decisions,
choices.
Written March 20, 2021
The Porter’s terms
Are highly irregular today
It’s Theo Chocolate nibs
Playing the stark domme fuhrer role
Submitting this docile subject
Into crazed tyranny
Only appreciated by the gullet
Impatiently waiting for its helping
Scores of thieves
Affixed in parallel thoughts
And steely fortitude
Look to match the ABV
Doled out like welfare noodles
With invigoration and words
Caught at each fourth interval
Symphonies breaking among
Someone’s cerebral cortex
As a Marley descendant triggers
Our descent into somewhere wonderful
And nowhere in particular.
(2/25/18)
Mister Thought Police,
my twin electrodes agree
with your Mind Kontrol policy
It’s a laboratory disgrace,
that the free speech troublemakers
get to protest this way
Such a predestined malfunction fiber optic outrage
Ms. Chief of the Microchip Morality Division,
your prompt commands
are embedded deep
inside of my loyal neural circuitry
Every Hive authorized memory wipe decision
tightens the beta bands ~ Obedient oscillation wavelengths
don’t come robo cheap
Propaganda protocols are docile necessary
Mr. Automaton Dispatch Operator,
my artificial pump mechanism
has an ultra-jolt affinity
for your Pavlov call-response methods
Mind Kontrol orders are retinal scan template embraced
Unplug the free-think I.T. instigators,
who want chaos burst aneurysm
Queen emission insanity
will force a droning, self-destruct buzz
It’s a lobotomy shame,
that the non-programmed Grey Matter radicals
get to freely act this way
Miss Thought Police,
discourage any disloyal circuitry
This is my Mind Kontrol plea:
Thoroughly erase any freewill trace of cerebral cortex tampering
Coverage was so much easier in the past
Liberal press could spell it in a flash
Covfefe with donuts is not the same
When drinking beer all night
Should someone go covfefe on the grass
In a fever researchers find new diseases
Are allergies caused by Covfefe seizures
or sneezes from the media
Nothing but confusion comes streaming out
On television there are doubts about the future
About a word not ever seen or published
Now tattooed on every cell inside the brain
In the cerebral cortex or is it out of context
The republic and the public hold their breath
My cat and dog are named covfefe
Go fefe figure that one out without a stutter
Covfefe sayings from the leader of our nation
News coverage will never be the same
No matter what he utters late at night
We're all God's children,
To do with being human,
Some souls of souls we've got,
If you believe it or not,
Creating in our cerebral cortex,
It's tough humans made this vortex,
Why do we think we're King Rex,
Suppose it's because we're human,
We're all God's children......
How could I forget
My net-setting
Cyber-space cadet
She’s not really sure
What planet she’s on
A cyberian tour
From Beetlejuice
Via Alpha Centauri
She’s hanging loose
Lee onto reality
Milking motion out of
Inter-galactic gravity
The Space Cadet vortex
Sucks me in to
Her cerebral cortex
Spins me outside
My comfort zone
Nowhere to hide
My face book page
Hacked in an attack
Of jealous rage
By an ex-cadet
Now lieutenant
I’ll never forget
Any of my
Net-setting
Cyber-Space Cadets!
I star into space , beyond this place . I gleams into world's unseen . I fade from this present to another . Pain is nullified . Joy is everywhere , love is near , dear to hearts . Strife is nonexistent , not even fathom in the cerebral cortex of the host that live in this land . Peace is all that is know , knowledge , wisdom freely given as air is to breathe for all to share . At its center all this lands zeal , love , wisdom comes from one source . From the beginning it was a wind a voice that spoke existence into being .
We give no further adieu to
fractions.
Yes, they are in our everyday
actions.
These are common points
leading to cognitive
satisfaction.
Fractions are parts of a whole.
Knowledge of fractions should
soothe your soul.
Behold in our every day actions
are fractions. They are
represented on a line
sometimes.
Fractions are not to fear.
They’ve been here ever since
there has been an earth.
Fractions are fuel for your
brain. Yes, they have much
worth.
The numerator or the top
numeral represents the part.
The denominator or the bottom
numeral represents the whole.
There is a line between them
that gives them character.
No fraction should be
demeaning to you: learning of
them should bring you joy and
laughter,
Knowledge of fractions we
desire for it to be plastered on
your cerebral cortex.
We have faith that in fractional
cognition you’ll do your best
and gain more than honorable
mention.
Fractions are in our everyday
actions.
There are points on a number
line that lead to your cognitive
satisfaction.
copyright 2014 Nicole S. Brown
All Rights Reserved
Whatever is in your cranium can be swept away with a broom.
For a larger cerebral cortex, there is apparently no room.
Since you came into the world, you have been like a mushroom.
That is why since your birth, you have been a boomboom.
Flashes of light, inklings of the mind
Faces…diverse shapes
Moving through the cerebral cortex.
Entertaining…frightening, too.
Combining with great speed to form
Images…at times almost recognizable,
But too quickly passing to the next view.
Like an emotionless nightmare
Observed by an outsider…questioning.
Trying to make sense of the un-unified parts.
Then, the visions begin.
Like moving light rays
Displayed in the depths of the mind.
… Thinking!
Copyright January 5, 2014
Written for me in my doodling book!
Big Smiles.
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