Long Neuronal Poems

Disability, Illness and Fundamentalism

My brother died of Cystic Fibrosis, 
When I was twelve and he fourteen, 
It took away his ambitions, 
To study at Oxford - the pipe organ’s steam. 

I understand being born with...

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Brownian motion writ large...
within small medium 
as light brainstorm doth 
hail forth the following poem.

Across the realm of gray matter
slowly percolating within tissue
composed of neuronal, glial 
and endothelial cells, and although 
there must be biological...

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Smelly Stuff Absorbed 

There are many words for those excrements that appear on the fabric in
incremental solid and deliquescent motions because ingestion fulfils that
autonomous need to shed ablutions but here I declare ‘Waste not Want...

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weird as it sounds when my thoughts wield their all mighty hold

cast inflictions twist meaning and imply the truth of whats told


I resorted to reason which seems to be a contradiction of terms

of engagement with...

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A human anti-neuronal autoantibody against GABAB receptor induces experimental autoimmune agrypnia
Article (PDF Available) in Experimental Neurology 204(2):808-18 · May 2007 with 63 Reads
DOI: 10.1016/j.expneurol.2007.01.012 · Source: PubMed

1st Giovanni Frisullo
37.12 · Catholic University of the Sacred Heart 

2nd...

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This feeling 'without a footprint' haunted me unknowingly,
it had remained hidden much too long
I was hiding behind a mask,
not able to acknowledge or recognise
the smouldering spark, deep inside,
I was living life 
neither dead nor alive.

I...

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I stand, waiting, out of the dappled sun light.
Listening to the hollow timpani that is my 
stomach, the adrenalin coursing 
through my chest, telling me 'its time'

My neuronal switch 'clicks'. I am no longer
inert, I...

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When you sort decades of electric cables from that box hidden away

It reminds of disentangling neurons haphazardly fired at random

	It’s a beautiful day and you’re in it among sea saw and hammer


Hundreds of screws in...

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the bridge he needed to cross was overgrown with tangled thicket’s brush

ragwort and giant hogweed littered the pernicious path to his own progress 

of perspectives and the slow death from stagnation and frightening delusions 

he...

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Within the mind we are confined;
the body shuts us in.
And sadly sometimes humankind
throughout its thick and thin

has suffered serious disease 
that tests our mortal grip
on evolution’s risky seas
to keep afloat our ship.

These illnesses that sweep...

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I stumbled last night and today
After a year and 8 months 
It started with Chinese cooking wine
It began with the night's emptiness
Wine becomes bad days alone
Beer is weak but fills a belly
Brake all those good...

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I remember only too well
when years ago and once more
the clouds of my mind and soul
hung way below the horizon

pernicious weeds took well to it
infested my brain
grew roots and shooters
obstructed neuronal pathways
and pesticides only seemed
to...

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Eyes

The neuronal lacework of my brain, 
house of the many mansions of my mind, 
is home to the ghosts of things past; 
secretive phantoms who live in the dark spaces, 
and hide when I look...

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rushing inference, imminent insight
suddenly its clear, a gut feeling
       swooning, reeling,
 cross-connected hemi-sphere
syncopated, reverberated, totally aware

open bi-ways, ahh blue-sky days, making up my mind
synapses shiver, axons quiver, dendrites deliver
'lectrik-neurons...

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a silent silver colored bundle of everything that makes up what it is exactly that
sparks inside the greater ramifications of every single solitary movement & moment
coming upon the turning self within/without &
brown when living inside,
the...

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"My brain is only a receiver, in the universe
there is a core from which we obtain knowledge,
strength and inspiration."

The human brain as a mass of neuronal sensitivity,
has no power to enlarge its awareness by itself...

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Last night a great heaviness
fell through the roof
dropping like a boat anchor into my dreaming mind.

It was sentient,
a being as hard as steel and massively stupid.
I felt its dumb confusion, its awkward alarm,
I winced as...

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Take a knife to the strings that attach me
Pull out the bridge pins, strum me with drachmae
Maybe then I'd have some worth for you to allocate
Maybe your role in the end was the devil's advocate
A...

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He'd glimpse her, the peripheral life of her;
she lived in the corner of his eye.
She passed-by, her face and form - tidal, 
a tug on his shore.

Perhaps she was salt for his blood, spice
for nomadic...

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Deep November,
a shallow time, nonetheless.
The snow is high packed with a cryogenic
amnesia.
Not yet dawn,
a sunken bed
muffles rising thoughts.
An eyelash of cognizance
flits across
thawing synapses.
Then the elastic nature
of sleep and wakefulness
snap alive!
November is howling still,
like a stray...

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Erotic prayers are typed like tattoos
on her virtual skin. She clutches at this man;

prints his likeness under her tongue. His words
are as close as a bedtime story told to her flesh.

An fleshy fruit grows ripe,...

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Ancient scribes scratch their quills
to a perfectly illiterate God;
so the words sometimes get ugly.

I plug-in my neuronal soul
try to say something not yet uttered,
not a scrambled re-hash,
from a dyslexic troubadour
or blind hurdy-gurdy man.

Let those ten...

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The night sea makes the stars ‘my private universe’
And yet, one feels the multitudes gazing the same way
Kneading thoughts of multiverses staring in reverse

Enchantment on daunting dimensions making headway
Inside the rarer paths of hardened real,...

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Most of the dead leave you forever,
proving conclusively that there are no ghosts.
Some enter the neuronal network
of your personal sense of being,
proving beyond doubt that you are the ghost.

Nothing is beyond the scientific mind except...

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