Psychological Science Poems - Poems about Psychological Science

William Lewis woke up one day to see a jungle, frightening and dark, not knowing how he had arrived there or which way he should embark. He heard the stirrings of strange creatures in every cranny and nook. There was fear, violence, and aggression in all directions his eyes took. In trepidation, he wondered, "where am I?", as he...

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In the chambers of the caves, I sought refuge from all the moral forgeries spreading over the land. Holding my lamp aloft, I pursued solace in childhood alcoves. In the chambers of endless caves, I explored myriad twisting pathways longing for the playful mirth of recall. But Cerberus confronted me, snarling, preventing my passage beyond his gate. In the...

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When Hofmann stumbled across a new synapse, serotonin underwrote a dopamine contract. Cuddle or cringe, carnival or calamity, worlds in one potent punch squared. Blotter art doesn't pursue gallery status rather to dissolve into a cerebral canvas, with a sometimes recess from what is seen. Lucy shut my eyes with a seven-hour kiss, her slow caress gave me a new skin that no shower...

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beauty and ugliness are complementary, for good and evil complete us... Anxiety and calm are important we depend on each other, mistake promotes success, failure, invents glory... From pain, joy is born...! We are dually incomplete, We seek unattainable perfection We are a combination of concrete and abstract Humans yes, divine particles yes,...!...

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...But as he tried to do all this, to offer this victim his thanks, he felt a sharp and sudden blow, then instantly his world went blank… The father’s heel struck on his spine, just where it meets up with the brain, the blow so hard it severed it, Carson would never breath again. His wife just hugged her crying kids, the father looked...

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...Of course he had arranged it all in a place where they’d find nothing, the sports world mourned this ‘tragic death,’ police couldn’t find anything. That opened up a murder spree, though no one could see it as such, he roamed around, used different ways, never left the coppers with much. Soon one life wasn’t good enough, began to take multiple souls, it increased the...

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...Give him a handful of seconds and his turbocharged cyborg mind could know what a man would do next, and it happened time after time. Carson chose to have fun with this, he signed up to do some boxing, read their moves and never got hit, knocked out opponents while laughing. But this grew dull, he turned it up, would watch the financial TV, instantly...

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...“It would be done in secrecy, authorities wouldn’t approve… but I tell you we can do this, our results, so far, have been good.” Carson thought for a long moment, then said simply, ‘What does it pay?” Prof said, “Rich men are interested, you’ll be set for all of your days.” Then Carson simply gave a shrug, waid, “When came we set it up...

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His name was Carson Wetherstrum, and his childhood wasn’t grand, his mother was plain trailer trash, his father a confidence man. He never knew his dad that much, and only saw the man three times, Carson had to live by his wits, lucky for him, they were tuned fine. See Carson was quite observant, like Sherlock Holmes, if he were real, he saw small things,...

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...“I suppose that this just makes you like everyone else on this earth, light and shadow both in your soul, your choice as to which you deserve. “Some might say that the man you were is really your ‘authentic self,’ but then again that man you were put countless people through sheer hell. “I know what choice I would prefer, but that is a...

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...Jack couldn’t believe such nonsense, said, “You’re not a shrink, you’re insane. I’ve been a farmer all my life, And no one has cut on my brain.” Johns handed him a new picture, it was Jack stretched on a table, a hole had been cut in his skull, with probes and wires it was full. Jack balked, his mind fighting the sight, he felt...

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...Jack watched her go, rather confused, he looked to Johns and said, “That’s strange…” Johns nodded, said, “It will made sense, there’s much that I have to explain.” He had a folder in his hands, on it Jack could see his full name, it was quite thick, bulging even, which to Jack seemed rather insane. How could they know so much of him? He...

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Jack Ripton lived a quiet life, west Kentucky, in rolling hills, he’d been farming there for ten years, all according to his own will. He’d never been much for cities, they did bad thing’s to a man’s mind, some might love it, but he did not, on his land some peace he could find. He’d been this way back to his youth, his father...

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A porky problem worth resolving Is our scientifically hoggish evolutionary survivalist assumption that all Creatures that Matter would highest and best usefully support AnthroPrivileged rabidly expanding WealthCare EcoPolitical Systems Monopolizing EarthMother's breastmilk and extracting fertile fuel from her commercialized and marginalized, raped and enslaved ****. Pigs in a mud-warmed pond experience a health care system without monotheistic meaning and not intending or pretending any monopoly rights to embodied pleasure, much less spiritualized...

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You could tell me your differences, beat me down with distortions, in-between fundamentally certain of Either/Or Yes or No Stop or Go; and never "and" You also faithfully know sacred reasons for secularized natural seasons. You could whisper your silent discernments in-between Both/And nuanced curiously growing seasons of sacred climate doubt I could be heard and appreciated beyond self-graced listening for win/win mind is also spirit Health is also wealth is...

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