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I am sixty-five years old and still involved in medical research and theory. My interest in medical research began while attending Stanford University in the early sixties. I was diagnosed as having bipolar disorder or as it was called then, manic-depressive

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Freedom: 1 of 283
I am beggarI am thiefI am EveBuried in beliefI am leaderI am breederI am AdamNarcissistic feederI lie inside the doorwayUnable now to dieI see the tortured infantUnable now to cryI fought for love of countryUnable there to dieThe death of friends and comradesUnable still to cryDrafted for the NamSixty thousand deadThey read t... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: A moment: 1 of 136

Come join and form a companyTo view the world's infirmityAbove the fog that gropes the walk,Beyond the nattering and talkJust you and I below vast skyWill chase Picasso clouds on highWhere every hue is bled straight throughThis flimsy mist of rainbow dew.The scent upon the air enticesPassions to a frantic crisis,Right before ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nature's way: 1 of 131

I walk along the garden walland smell the sweet perfume of all the flowers as they call.I stare in awe at colors therethat seem to shimmer in the airas they drift lightly from the bloomrefreshed and chilled by each new moon.While seeking peace on foreign shoresI missed this garden gracefor though the spirit often soars,with ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Divorce: 1 of 89
Through burnt forgotten purgatory daysWe failed to fight for life with dignityFor we could disassemble all the graysTo shape our black and white realityWe tore contented memories apartFor reasons neither of us understandWe traveled back in search of our shared heartOnce there in vows and two gold wedding bandsWe have become ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Misery: 2 of 146
The cold and lonely wasted wornforgotten urchins of the night,now suffer spiteful, hurtful scorn;still punished for their painful plight. Their sunken eyes like walking deadwith hunger need they cannot feed, are filled with fear and darkened dread;the victims of a guiltless greed. They suffer from a shattered mindwith br... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Beauty: 5 of 280

White flecks of bright reflect within your eyesthe blue star burn of cosmic beauty's light.A shroud poured down from high in midnight skiesenwraps your face with love's soft light tonight.This sight conceived inspires a poet's heartto kiss the bliss of every word in verse;transcendent voices echo pure each partof love evolved... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Sonnets: 1 of 53

These dead men never render Faust or fade where only white worm maggots burrow bold. Intolerant no more of colored shade while wrapped in raiment silk of amber gold. No mountain of Olympus are these dead, they crave no more the master masks once worn; for they have found forever's fertile bed, Oblivion, and cannot feel the sc... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Heart attack: 1 of 50

You've heard about the world of HY-per-LIP-i-DE-mi-A A word most find absurd except in academia. Yet then you hear them say again "you better throw away Those gastronomic pleasures you keep scarfin' down each day." Well HYPER means excessive and a LIPID is a fat And EMIA means in the blood and that is all of that! So if you... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Choices: 2 of 99

ideas wither if unpickedlike fruit unpicked upon the vinea mind devoid of thought dies quickfermented not into fine winelet challenge be prioritysubject the "truth" to thought profoundaccept no proud authorityprotect no truth you have not found.a mind that bends is bound to growso make no bond that binds by rulesfor rules too... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Difficult people: 3 of 124

How scenic is phrenetic fantasy Which fulminates within the manic mindYet hides inside synoptic revelry, Articulated, yes, but hard to find? The minor absolution one demands From higher born authority than self Is often found in foreign sounding lands Or on the box well hidden on the shelf.The madness of the mad though sad is... More..