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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: This life: 1 of 93

Within my breast I carry ancient death with faces pale and white as marbled clay. So purged by guilt I struggle with my breath which carries napalm scent of yesterday. The broken colors born behind my lids, are monumental rainbows round a pit where hues of crimson-reds crisscross the grids - more bloody lines and squares that... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Madness: 2 of 159

I turn to spurn the light of truth;too bright it shines eternally,so now I search my darkened youthfor life without a history.I lived with primal fear inbred,a wingless mountain butterfly,who waited death, entrapped by dread,within mad vision graves to die.Now brick by brick brought out of soilfilled crimson rich with reds, ... 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: Nightmares: 2 of 120

While deep in sleep I drift into a dream,where cast into the vast and vexing void,I hear within a howling wind, a scream,that fills my mind with visions paranoid. No light shines through the blackness of this pit;a single scream is now a chorus sung.Ferocious now the fear I can't admit,each breath pulls acrid air within my l... 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: The muse: 1 of 55

Inoculate the species with a serum from above, a guaranteed elixir filled with love. Things are out of sequence in the highlands and the border; now it's time to get our house in order? Let everybody gather at the clinic in the sky, make sure that every person does comply. And when they leave the clinic with a smile upon the... 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..