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"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.
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Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 8:17 PM UTC
New Ideas
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.
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Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 3:04 AM UTC
Pathogenic.
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.
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Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 6:09 PM UTC
Syntax of Life
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
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Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 1:21 PM UTC
maze
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?
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Jun 7, 2010
Jun 7, 2010 at 9:09 PM UTC
scratch
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.
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Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 12:35 AM UTC
a native love
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.
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Jan 19, 2012
Jan 19, 2012 at 12:25 PM UTC
Convert to Copulation
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!
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Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 5:33 PM UTC
Spoken Word: The Norm
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.
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Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 1:19 PM UTC
Exception To Positivity
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.
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Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 7:18 PM UTC
BEFORE THEY CAN PASS THE BATON
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.
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Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 8:09 AM UTC
Thief