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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: Perfect love: 6 of 115

Now if I could I would caress your face With fingers light upon your silken skin. Then hope we soon engage in one embrace To free the frightened angel known as sin. A beauty far beyond my boldest thought Above all common understanding rare. A model of perfection men have sought, With marbled alabaster skin so fair. Oh namele... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Vampires: 6 of 110

Observe the early morning mist A face will race through soggy smog Until one swift contorted twist Then drifts along to sip its grog. The dark falls hard upon cold harbor docks While brawny brawlers gather there to wait For river ships to slip through compound locks So they can then unload their laden great. The gloried stor... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Change: 10 of 173

Religious truth once found will be profound When all religious human thought is bound Together as majestic tapestry; Man's final grand transcendent artistry. This many layered truth was not contained Within a single concept man ordained. But threads of truth can make the many one; Then wait for man's evolving to be done. Man... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Religion of spirituality: 1 of 17

To you who claim your Christian pride With snide invective speech; Your faith has failed each time you tried But still you claim to teach. Just sideshow barkers blowin' wind, Then count the coin each night. You're parasites who preach on sin Like bloated beasts of blight. You rant and rend with righteous word To save a soul ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Gardens: 3 of 47

How sweet the scent of purple plums as garden's burst with blooms. The lilac, rose, chrysanthemums, a palette of perfumes. Aromas roll and flow so lush imbued with summer's face; caressing senses with such plush intoxicating grace. Each fragrance makes and takes control of longings lost within, as nature pours out purest sou... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Religion: 9 of 138

Primordial truth, self-pruned to post conceptual virginity of Nauture by divine right pomposity of knowledgless presbyters; fluidic blots upon rational human humility. Progress interruptus by sanctified sputum of ill-tempered pontificate perversion into a dark and spiritually drugged, delusionary age. Maledictive, mythologic... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: A sailor's tale: 1 of 14

My thoughts profound in shadows hide as silence now screams loud the sound of children caught quite deep inside the vortex of all things not found. The air is filled with fragrance fine yet pale night chill portends a fall when poets trade each verse and line to satisfy the public's call. When courage comes defeating fear th... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Society's ignorance: 2 of 27

The fear of the flood disappears with the wind. A forest flicker sings a new and brighter song; a private passion sung in honor of redemption come when desolation's long duration ceases and is done: as every ancient geode offers crystal-centered verse before the Sun God's amber rays of fire and light. A gray hare in the clov... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Illusions: 4 of 53

The master of illusion and confusion has arrived and soon he will explore the many facets of your mind. A shaker and a shaman who finds everything contrived, while stripping you of sanity then leaving hope behind. Appearing from the ether of your foggy, clouded dreams; believer and deceiver in the ancient history. A planner ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Drinking: 14 of 172

Through the dim haze of tobacco smoke a slick, wet, film on a polished glazed mahogony bar reflects brown velvet drapes wrapped with beige sash-top and bottom. The barman mixes ingenious potions with exotic nomenclatures: the band plays on for captives who sit trapped by sultry, nuanced, melodic sounds of jazz coming from a ... More..