Wednesday, September 30, 2015

A museum of pain and hearts

A Museum Of Pain And Hearts


My poems cry for me
My emotions my home
My heart my pain
For my fellows in pain
Who worries about losers
Pity yes
Feel not sorry for victims
My psychiatrist says
No victims in the darkness
In darkness or in bright light
No victims in adult life
Only people who self destroy
Exceptions out layers of course
Wars savage wars are different
When large masses vanish
Massive meltdowns
My psychiatrist is wrong
We should open
A Museum of fine arts

A Museum of pain and hearts




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Could my government, Dr. SALERIAN POEM

Could My Government

What if
And really what if
The rumors were not true
Rumors of robbery
Greed and crimes
Concealed beneath white coat
My patients my toys
Prescriptions my bank
Will my government
Ever say
I erred
More importantly
Could my government

Treat next Dr. John Doe better

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

My speech to my army of cells,DR SALERIAN POEM

My Speech To My Army Of Cells


 First came my army of red cells
And my generals
Then came ambassadors
From my heart brain and liver
In unison
Performing fantastic music
Pleading for surrender
Under cruel duress
Unusual punishment
Inflicted by bankruptcy
False rumors dishonor
And I said
My fellow cells and citizens
Let us unite and fight
Yielding power before death
Not fighting dogma
Not defending reason
Integrity Hippocrates
Democracy individual rights
Doctor-patient privilege
Is death before death
So my friends and generals
Pickup your sticks and stones
 And unleash life and energy
Not for me for my body

But for all of us in one body and brain

LOVING MEDICINE,A POEM BY DR SALERIAN

Loving Medicine


My deep love
For medicine
My passion
For this beautiful art
Grew larger
After falling from grace
Paralyzed and imprisoned
A guest in my home
A visitor in my body
A tourist in America
A never born painter
A poet worshiping

The universe and the sun

is that you rushig through bosphorus,dr salerian poem

Is That You Rushing Through Bosphorus
For Arlin


Is that you
Pretty girl
In an underwater palace
Somewhere far away
Is that you
Fire underwater
Flowing flames
Cobble stone steps
Secret tunnels
Pregnant with
Centuries old
Sacred tales
Real elaborate stories
Of life
Before huge waves
Black waves from Black Sea
Rupturing land
Mediterranean waters
Rushing through Bosporus
Overwhelming
Noah’s Arc

Somewhere near Mount Ararat