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About me - Tom Mcmurray

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: Choices: 2 of 100

ideas wither if unpicked like fruit unpicked upon the vine a mind devoid of thought dies quick fermented not into fine wine let challenge be priority subject the "truth" to thought profound accept no proud authority protect no truth you have not found. a mind that bends is bound to grow so make no bond that binds by rules fo... 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 your... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Redemption: 2 of 78

The empty bellied children all compete to rescue refuse rotted on the street before the vermin vanquish every crumb, unto themselves, in mad delirium. Calcutta, flooded long in sorrow's tears from mother's eyes still crucified by fears; her own beloved born and bosom fed will suckle at her withered breast till dead. The bart... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Who am I?: 1 of 37

I am an ageless sage of truth, A silent spirit born, not for Or from causation's cause But to exist until man's end; A loving, living witness to The telling tale of time's travail Through pain and joyful journey's made. I am embodied deep within The hope of human history. From simple steps emerging up Out of the ooze primord... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Lords & ladies: 2 of 64

What dreams of dazzling love I dream, Bequeathed to me through my sweet muse, With wisdom like a silver stream That flows with purpose so profuse. Enchanted by the troubadour Who wanders under willow's wisp And sings triumphant tales of lore When winter winds are chilled and crisp. O sweet Ophelia, pale and cold - One thousa... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Veterans: 2 of 64

I've seen the Dungeons of Despair, alone beside the scattered bones of death and shattered dreams left there, where night serene seems mocked by moans. It lies beside the Sea of Tears where foggy mist will never lift the weary weight of soldier fears where war survived is not a gift. The body breaks before the soul but soul ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Difficult people: 4 of 126

How scenic is phrenetic fantasy Which fulminates within the manic mind Yet 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... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nightmares: 4 of 121

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 withi... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Self-image: 5 of 134

My life has become a brittle bouquet Of dead red roses and rapid decay And all that I thought one day I would be Is now but a part of past history. I look to the East and yearn for the West, Confusion conceals the best of my quest. Lost to the ages and rages of time, Dreams of destruction destroy the sublime. This haunting r... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life is . . .: 5 of 132

My life has become a brittle bouquet Of dead red roses in rapid decay And all that I thought one day I could be Is now but a part of lost history. I look to the East and yearn for the West, Confusion conceals the best of my quest. Lost to the ages and rages of time, Dreams of destruction destroy the sublime. This haunting re... More..