Methinks it's time for me to create
A rhyme.
My marbles have been scrambled and
Methinks it's quite a crime.
To lose the grand red Highway running athwart my mind.
all my T's and F's and Z's are running amuck.
It is the Amygdala's disambiguation
Messing up my brain.
I was making such amazing progress!
I was starting to achieve,
Intrigued I am - about just how the Amygdala disambiguates.
Hower, mussitation in the definition of this disambiguation.
Have left me with a headache of metacognitive frustration.
* Amygdala - a ganglion of the limbic system adjoining the temporal lobe of the brain and involved in emotions of fear and aggression.
Categories:
ganglion, anger, angst, anxiety, depression,
Form: Burlesque
Crunch
by Michael R. Burch
A cockroach could live nine months on the dried mucous you scrounge from your nose
then fling like seedplants to the slowly greening floor ...
You claim to be the advanced life form, but, mon frere,
sometimes as you snatch encrusted kinks of hair from your Leviathan ass
and muse softly on zits, icebergs snap off the Antarctic.
You’re an evolutionary quandary, in need of a sacral ganglion
to control your enlarged, contradictory hindquarters:
surely the brain should migrate closer to its primary source of information,
in order to ensure the survival of the species.
Cockroaches thrive on eyeboogers and feces;
their exoskeletons expand and gleam like burnished armor in the presence of uranium.
But your cranium
is not nearly so adaptable.
“Crunch” is a poem about evolution and survival of the fittest which questions where human beings really are the planet earth’s most advanced life forms. Keywords/Tags: evolution, global warming, climate change, pollution, insect, insects, cockroach, cockroaches, advance life form, survival of the fittest, adaptability, animal, animals, environment, world, America
Categories:
ganglion, america, animal, environment, insect,
Form: Free verse
Why I Will Always Be Alone
emptiness craving amorosity loathing darkness vintage dreams ravenous/heart gong a silent beat, shivering the desire bed empty since you left. Sex boiling with potent fire, aflame with thought another intracranial aneurysm; ganglion carbuncle inflamed headache tonight lying down before taking a pill. Open then heavily anchored, closed roped in thick tresses bountiful poppy opium smoke. Once was alive then metamorphosised a unisex transmutation: sod-asexual changeling.Come here lick me uplift me load me with your woes want to drink from your mouth a sup sip so succulent splaying my for you to suck into from, rape me with your love take it all leave now me with nothing at all, a lonesome child.***** Majora two cutaneous folds that extend downward from the mons pubis-+ Pussy — kiss me dead.
Categories:
ganglion, allegory, allusion, beautiful,
Form: Free verse
Out of a dark-wet laboratory,I came amputated.
To grab a world out of my grasp.
When all my limbs are halted,comes a "god"
Off stylomastoid foramen,
Praying-pass the ganglion of difficulty,
Wielding,five headed- sword;all for me.
Upon my genu, I hail thee.O almigthy,
"pes anserinius major"
By:Tutuola michael
Categories:
ganglion, health
Form: Narrative
Within the nucleus of human endeavor
exists a growth of clandestine power
confident in tyranny sewn from plunder
groping with tendrils of cash to devour.
Brave in plotting such social order
against the passions of living tissue
with philanthropic legends brewing
deception to mold our human issue.
Each movement needs ample leaning
to reign deliverance away from minds
crying to breathe the sweet air of liberty
until integrity gets caught in the grind.
They prop the Darwin mantra to fuel
eugenic battles of racial fabrication
while decrying the sins of competition
since they hunt control of the plantation.
Why fight the war when battles need oil
to lubricate the gears of destruction?
Feed the fear until all get trampled
to hoard the reigns of all production.
So the grid scrambles for completion
of their primeval order of disarray
with Hegelian debates that shall ensure
that people shall starve until they obey.
My force of will shall never surrender
to ganglion growths of twisted flesh.
When these tumors sink under the skin
I shall crush them outright while they thresh.
Categories:
ganglion, allegory, political
Form: Lyric