Neuronal Poems - Poems about Neuronal

...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 thawin......Read the rest...

... My mind is too pragmatic; it cannot work the magic of allusion, illusion, nor flowing script. When was my heart last ripped open in love-lost-anguish or slipped into unexpected ......Read the rest...

...If you’re not clouded by flesh you’ll feel it - your verge shifts, A bright brim begins to look at the stars as if they were your own eyes looking back at you. You are over the tip of a reach;......Read the rest...

...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 ad......Read the rest...

...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 neuron......Read the rest...

...I was assaulted last night, sleepless gray hands attached to an insane mind kept me on the edge of delirium. Mind attacks are never real but when the dark hours cling to you like spiders you ......Read the rest...

...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 Br......Read the rest...

...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,......Read the rest...

..."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 enlar......Read the rest...

...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. ......Read the rest...

...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 obs......Read the rest...

...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, ......Read the rest...

...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 fles......Read the rest...

...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 risk......Read the rest...

...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 stag......Read the rest...