Short Neuronal Poems

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 passion?

I am unable to refashion 
the impulsive neuronal transmissions
to create a cage of desire

or the heights to which you aspire.
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M-ind of human body
I-s a set of memory and perception; 
R-ecognition and language, 
A-ppreciation and imagination.

L-et the mind of human body
O-pen to process your emotion; 
Y-our feelings will be either analized
O-r examined resulting in action.
L-et the brain do the neuronal deed, on the seventh of February; 
A-ware of the nerve cell's work is the mind of human body....

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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 follow those crazy thoughts
believing it is you who thinks them
but it is the spiders, the
neuronal web-weaving spiders
that talk and talk and talk
as they walk up and down
your cringing spine....

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Nobility


Scouring for something to read
Someone else to be,
I am lost in this dark sparse room
With nothing to do.
Stuck in a neuronal loop
Of the neurotic mind.

I want to be noble.
Fight with a crowd of rebels 
For a righteous cause
Or die
Saving some small child.

Then rising from this clamor
To a state of bliss,
Die with the truth
Still safe on my lips.

John Thomas Tansey...

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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; a brink,
where you seed worlds
with the artwork of a fertile mind.

Keep rekindling neuronal flares upon that fringe,
elderly men and women have been known,
to dance a step or two, right there
at the shimmering edge
of life and death....

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