#gene
For Gene Brewer, the Creator of K-PAX, Robert Porter and prot
Life is hard.
We are toiling painfully
With determined desperation
With tears and bitterness
With fear and agony and
with strong doubts that we can even go on!
With Human tenacity!
With Human skill!
With the cleverness of Chimps
With bigger brains.
We are building a better Universe
And evolving into
What Love becomes
When Love is beyond comprehension!
Science and Faith are fiery lovers
Dancing a tango all through Time
Hugging and parting
Grasping and rejecting
Whirling and twirling
Fighting as fiery Lovers fight
Shouting and slapping and flinging things!
The Neighbors shake their heads in exasperation!
In lulls between the fights
They hug together
In the velvet darkness of the Universe
Embracing with their mutual love,
Gazing with shared longings
At the far and friendly stars!
They embrace with passion
In peace and desperation!
With one small remnant of hope
That things can somehow be better!
Out comes a brawny Love Child!
Growing as a Seed to entwine the Universe!
Doing what all life does:
Getting bigger!
Getting stronger!
Learning!
Playing as all Children play
With the pretty Universe!
Wondering!
Wandering!
And becoming more and more!
What a sight when His muscles grow!
What an Einstein when His mind does!
In time as all good Children do
He prepares a place of rest for His Parents.
Brings them Peace at last
For Life is hard
But then we die….
And then we get to enjoy it!
Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 9:55 AM UTC
You will
Be beautiful
Here your mom is
Your dad is
Sep 19, 2020
Sep 19, 2020 at 4:45 AM UTC
𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒆?
𝑴𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒄 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍
𝑨 𝒅𝒐𝒛𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅
𝑴𝒚 𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 '𝒕𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒆
𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒆?
𝑴𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒖𝒑 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔
𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑰 𝒔𝒑𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒅
𝑴𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔
𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒆?
𝑨 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒂 𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒂𝒚
𝑴𝒚 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆
𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒖𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒚
𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚
𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒆
𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕
𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆
Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 8:10 AM UTC
Ink is in my gene
But I welcome you
To buffer space
As a coauthor
Between
Dream
And
Reality
Thus
The story
Never ends
Jan 4, 2020
Jan 4, 2020 at 8:21 PM UTC
I get in a strange state of mind sometimes
Felt this misery before
It is back to disrupt my life
Tend to stand aside, not much more.
It will show what a worthless weakling I am
Leaves me asking why I'm here
Plead and cry for cooperation
Detached and losing those I hold dear.
This sick fixation warps me
Health suffering consequences
Any asset absent was robbed or wrecked
Drugs crushed every last one of my defenses.
Going crazy to find relief
Addiction pulls miles of nerves
It was my own ill judgement that led me here
In a way what I deserve.
I found comfort in orange-capped needles
Counting down points til zero in the box
Began to lose my personality
My old self misplaced or sold; I forgot.
I am not stupid, at least I wasn't before,
Honestly, I promise, it is the drugs.
Think their tendrils reach my brain to the core
Shoo them then later feel in my skull a tug.
I know what I have to do
Problem is, it's hard,
Don't know why I can't pull free
The reason addicts are how they are.
I am afraid I'll forever be a slave
Too far gone to break empty routines
Knew at the start but thought there was a way around
The loopholeless addiction gene.
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 9:26 PM UTC
Breathing deep
to rub the gene in mind, I did
seeing a vision amazing.
She had long flowing hair
and eyes like sparkling diamonds.
Her heartbeat was a song matching mine
and her lips were candy sweet.
Breath expanded to see her image
as balance to knees became necessity
As her body was masterpiece
worthy of a Michelangelo sculpture.
Her ******* were like prize winning fruit
ready for harvest.
And with breathed deeper still
moments of tensions melted away.
Indeed, she was a gift
I readied self to have.
Prayer of gratitude echoed
as instantly
doorbell tickled ears.
It was her in flesh.
My wish came true.
Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 9:27 AM UTC
If anyone wonders,
Still single !
Just reply,
The best GENE
I’m in search of
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 8:20 AM UTC
Who is all alone?
Solipsism slept with me
Community then rose the sun
The thorned and black roses leapt
To attention when it struck their stems
The difference between self pity and sadness
The black and thorned roses leapt
To attention when it struck their stems
The milk of the mother of the world
Community then rose the sun
While solipsism slept in me
Who is all alone?
(The Suspicious Oracle groaned, the body and the mouth. They came to rest on the line between the poles. No grimace. No grin. No light deep, deep in the eyes. The Suspicious Oracle pushed an object across the table toward the audience. An old coffee tin turned black with paints and oils. Centered in bright yellow, the word TIPS. All around it, simple symbols were scratched out in metal. Fingers. Toes. Currency. A *****
Coin for a fortune?
(One of the drifters at The Suspicious Oracle's table gifted a coin to the tin. The Suspicious Oracle smiled, and shifted back into the shadows.)
Thank you.
(The Suspicious Oracle reached into their jacket and produced a card printed on one side with a pair of staring eyes. They slid it toward the drifter with the eyes turned up. The drifter flipped the card and read it to herself.)
'UNHAPPY IN LACK, UNHAPPY IN EXCESS'
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 1:01 AM UTC
What a moment of excitement it must have been?*
When for the first time, light these shy eyes must have seen
When for the first time, warmth from these hands must have poured
When for the first time, this lowly tongue must have recited its initial word
When for the first time, voice and sound these humble ears must have heard
When for the first time, beliefs within this tiny heart must have met and stirred
When for the first time, lips of this child must have touched and smiled
When for the first time, body of this youth must have become styled
What a m o m e n t of excitement and O’ Jamil what a scene
Truly, could all this be the w o r k of a gene?
✒ ℐamil Hussain
Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 1:43 PM UTC
Gene splicing recombinant E. coli:
What could possibly go wrong?
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 3:13 PM UTC
Interconnecting my genes into the Universe
So that every single thing is me.
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 4:21 PM UTC
///
Knowledge has grown with time
from our origin
and through evolution of nature
we have taken this information
and carry on
by generation to generation
with our gene
feelings are pinning you,
every second
every minute and every day,
gathered like clouds,
that has grown as rain in the horizon
Your brain has taken
millions of feelings,
making your mind,
taken those feelings,
bound all together magnetically
We discovered love, hate
pain, tears, laugh
even our words
all have made with emotion
accumulate of emotions are feelings
and millions of feelings make a mind
where there we make our love
where there we make our song
and there we make our life
But not all the seasons are same
the spring, rain and the winter
change over and being--
as we see through our life
neither always so rhythmic
nor always so romantic
neither too harmonic
nor too motioning
but all the time we carry emotions
that hurts our growing mind
changes its physical structure
and makes a new shape
as the ocean moves through the continents
and change its structure continuously--
We see tears flowing from her eyes,
you say pain,
that can also moves through vein
as the river runs through the vale
as like as water coming from a waterfall
moving like a stream
it has tasted salty,
those tears are to be torn
and turned to be stone
that has to be made the crystals,
crystalline through land and sea--
If those tears move too long and mad
it has formed layer
and has settled layer by layer
over an ocean bed
as the ripple marked,
silted and compact through time
grown as a dark shale,
black and compact
finally,we see our feelings has turned to the matter
///
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 3:28 AM UTC
Wizards, witches, and warlocks
Charge nurses really,
Isn't that ionic
And yes I really do think
Much more intelligentsia than wet nurses
But everything has a time and place
Expressionless Gene
Wilder
And warlords destroy beauty and intelligentsia chasing a lost or stolen dream
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 1:04 PM UTC