Limbic Poems - Poems about Limbic

...The same expression of a man , I see every Day, whom Agitated and serious. I know that furrowed brow far too well, his limbic lobe delirious. I'm restl......

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...L I. Of Circuits and Litanies Somewhere between the limbic lobe and the ache of late-night Eucharist, you touched me— not in flesh but in the soft mutiny of neurons. They do not teach us......

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...Tell me, my friend, does infinity not unsettle your reason, or is it a comfort—to believe it meaningless? Look beyond the rust of your disbelief— this isn’t the frostbitten dogma you im......

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...Daddy's specter plectrums mercilessly Fraying my nerves raw with oxidized guitar strings. my thoughts relentlessly hemorrhage onto clay vinyl grooves s p i n n i n g endless nights of suffoca......

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... love … a crutch for you but you wear it like a Prada suit matching handbag, of course, to keep your toys in … (mostly men … alphabetically) six-inch Blahnik stilettos for crushing egos wit......

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...Limbic Liminality: Souls expand Like bones crack Thunder through the circuitry My mind Pine needles aflame Death rolling circles through life Some strange dimension in an eye-lash Kil......

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...Tim was the new judge in Deadwood Flat Not really qualified, just a rancher at that He first case was of the outlaw, Horace Slade Caught red handed in a cattle raid The jury took ten minutes to......

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...Yesterday's passing drifted shadow Added to our eclectic collected hoards A bittersweet cocktail of events and instances Confined captured and tangled cobwebbed corridors Of to the limbic labyrin......

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...My left-brain dominant challenge begs for a worldview of unconditional warm regard Which sometimes feels uncomfortably warm through heated confrontations confused about whose voice is rightful......

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...Antelope graze the savanna, Without a care in the world, For literal lack of imagination. Languishing in a morning moment, The herd simply enjoys its munching. Something else wafts on air, S......

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...My sleep stages are Moon phases combing my limbic system, where I touch electric chords singing my survival. The words I compose dwell in privacy. I blow the candles out after they are written......

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...The Neocortex Thinks, the Limbic System feels What the heart reveals – Yet Amygdala Lurking near (though tucked away) Truly rules the day!......

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...Sufficient hydration, she descended the sub-alpine track, distinctive inferno pine scent and the casuarina fragrance formed a perfume mix. Arriving at a large rock, immediately crashes gently, her......

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...From predawn birth, you dwell alone, Preferring deep shadowland over light. So much easier to conceal what is shown, Nascent ember forelimbs that daunt your sight. With growth in undying murk, ......

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...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......

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