"pathogenic" poems
The desired gene could be found
In each cell of the body,
But it expresses positively in few cells.
A trefoil factor encoding gene I mean,
It is found in the intestine
TFF1 is found exclusively in the intestine.
TFF1 is also known as pS2
Meaning protein for specificity 2,
2nd gene discovered for specificity protein.
TFF1 protects gastrointestinal mucosa,
From any injuries that may result
Out of pathogenic invasion.
The trefoil factor 2 encoding gene
Is also found in the intestine
But TFF2 plays a different role in the body.
TFF2 is also known as pS1
Meaning protein for specificity 1,
1st gene discovered for specificity protein.
TFF2 protects gastrointestinal mucosa,
From any cancer that may result
Out of oncogenic activity.
And the third trefoil factor encoding gene,
It is only expressed in the female womb
But TFF3 is crucial for a successful pregnancy.
I love my field of study very much
And I respect my major guide,
Dr Ashok Kumar Mohanty, he is so wise.
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 8:17 PM UTC
I can do whatever I want,
I can do whatever I please,
dress myself in dirt and lingerie,
wear my filth on my sleeve,
a ***** a ******
I've just got a fixation
for the darkness that
draws you in,
I hope my eyes are
empty, I hope my pulse
is weak, I get high off
my hearts palpitations,
I'm the yeast in your mouth,
the E. Coli in your bowels,
I'm the **** underneath your nails,
wipe the snot off my lips
and rub it in my cuts,
I'm a walking talking
bacterial infection,
a living breathing cesspool,
human garbage.
- S.G.
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 3:04 AM UTC
You find the reason to everything and anything because
it makes you feel safe, but I
--can't kiss you without you
wanting to tell me that
my eyelids flutter because my eyes
get dry and they need to protect themselves from all the
pathogenic **** that flutters around me but I'm
really just trying to get a better look at you,
why don’t you let me look at you.
Then I begin to cry and you say why tears are tears,
and that you wanted a “simple life” with me but
youre too busy identifying the complexity of things
that you can’t even feel because they lay within your heart, not your hands.
I’m right in front of you but your
voice begins to raise and you speak the science of presence
and you tell me that i’m your soulmate because your subconscious doesn't always feel so alone when i’m standing right beside
you and that you need me to survive but you
can't always kiss me because you’re too busy saying that the reason why
I think you taste good
when you kiss me is because
we meant are for each other.
While I’m in your arms you begin to analyze
my paragraph of life and how
it fits so perfectly beneath yours.
But then you rearrange your words
and place some in between mine
and then I realize I’m the just the loosely placed parenthesis around your
syntax of life.
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 6:09 PM UTC
labyrinth lit by
floodlights straining
the vibrations
emanating from the
ground crusted with
glue pine sap and
citric acid a
flashlight in hand
to shine shadows
on awareness to
cast the eyes shut
and unflinching
not a twitch of
sight feeling the
coarse pig hair of
the walls shutting
out the light with
clenched lids open
palms with fiberglass
gashes staining a
path not to follow
but to inhale the
pathogenic patterns
ghosts showing us
the way towards
translucent permanence
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 1:21 PM UTC
Claw pierces flesh
And rips through layers of fat and muscle.
Tears capillaries in twain
While absorbing my blood.
It drinks in my cells
While the liquid oxidizes for the few moments it feels the air.
Claw is cleaned
Blood mysteriously vanishing.
Muscle reconnects
Fat melts back together.
Capillaries clot and join
So as to spill no more pathogenic juice.
Where does the blood go?
Where does the air between my cells go?
How is the hole in my flesh refilled?
Jun 7, 2010
Jun 7, 2010 at 9:09 PM UTC
kiss me underneath the pale moonlight,
our toes buried in the red sands.
when the suns begin to rise,
continue to kiss me,
as if we are parentless teens.
you are my parasite, i have loved you for an eternity.
this is a bond that can't be broken,
our spirits have eloped.
our minds have now departed,
up into the nebulas and stars and dust.
i will never forget this pathogenic romance,
for as long as my spirit lives.
human we are not,
for we are the star people's kids.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 12:35 AM UTC
Parasitic, pathogenic, permeable membrane,
No one else can think the same,
No one else can write this book,
Most of them don't dare to look.
Monstrous, mutating, miracle shame,
The only one to breath the name,
Crushed under a secret square,
They're all gone to my despair.
Beautiful, brilliant, baby boy,
To what do I owe the joy?
Holding hips and meeting lips,
Silent beds that rise and dip.
Jan 19, 2012
Jan 19, 2012 at 12:25 PM UTC
We live in a passive nation.
Where people are so numb to the gum that attracts A man to woman.
We live in a place where **** and divorce are now The norm.
We were taught that marriage was sacred yet the People who preach it are those who dont avail it.
When people teach and preach their lies to defend Themselves they know they are wrong but deny What their eyes define as truth.
We've come to accept that those who do wrong do It for right reasons.
So now execution by state is okay because a man Can pass judgment on man, and the people do not Think twice !
We use a book written ages ago to cover up our Pathogenic lies and shield others eyes to their Lives.
But that's the norm.
We allow others to do what they please, because They have the "power".
But that's the norm.
We no longer cry because someone has been Murdered on the news.
Because that's the norm.
We slander people and hold their shadow to their soul and why?
Because it's the norm!
Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 5:33 PM UTC
Ever be positive in your attitude towards life,
Positive be the outlook towards any strife,
And positive be your performance rate.
Never be negative in your attitude for light,
Negative be each of your pathogenic tests,
For you do not deserve the *** as yet.
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 1:19 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
Before they can
Pass the baton
Where they’re holed up
In Oregon
Don’t give ‘em time
To sigh or morn
The law must win
This marathon
If their militia
Refuses to be flagged
Once identified
And toe tagged
Take ‘em out
In a black body bag
Wrapped inside
A confederate flag
Why allow ‘em
To break in armed?
Threatening folks
Will sure be harmed
If they reject them
Or aren’t charmed
Because the government claims
The land that’s farmed
Are takeovers
The new pandemic
Or do I sound schizophrenic
They are clearly becoming
Endemic
And more to the point
Pathogenic
Now they’ve even become systemic
Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2016. All rights reserved.
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 7:18 PM UTC
You're a good for nothing thief.
A pathogenic liar having a good day,
Your filthy hands taking all I have away,
You smile at me with happiness,
Big grin thumbs up.
You were the only person I ever thought I could trust.
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 8:09 AM UTC