Monday, December 30, 2019

I wish You The Best New Year


I wish You The Best New Year

Happy new year to all cows
Happy or homesick
But where is home
Broke broken homeless
Perhaps home
Birthland and mother tongue
Grandma and grandpa
Familiar scents
Perhaps where I first met Santa
Perhaps when you miss me
Those happy balloons
Those wonderful cheers
Images from airports
But guess what?
Here comes a new year
I wish you the best new one
Home is warmth
Not a place or time
Not where or when
A magical comfort
As good as breastmilk
This delicious feeling

Sunday, December 29, 2019

Is Contamination the Mother of All Infections?


                         Is Contamination the Mother of All Infections?

  The dogma that “contamination is the mother of all infections “ prompted me to share my observations here and pray that  2020  will let  the scientific truth prevail..
  Until recently we thought all infections came from foreign bacteria and the great many body tissues and fluids were sterile. Surprisingly , recent molecular discoveries have shown  that the breast milk  bacteria are endogenous, amniotic fluid ,umbilical cord blood, meconium and semen are not sterile and some common species -Malassezia  and H.Pylori - are indeed produced by human body and cells.
In essence the human body seems to be perpetually generating and exporting  microbes .
This observation is relatively easy to prove by a simple study: sterilize milk and keep it in room temperature in sterile conditions. Some time later you will notice  the spoilage.

Monday, December 23, 2019

my name is p,salerian poem


My Name Is P

My name is P
P from Pluto
Possibly less good
True have no legs
No arms
No pretty face
Just monkey brain and more
My roots race or color?
You see in Pluto
Different laws of nature
Dislike no one
Except of course  cheaters
Ignorance prejudice and dogma
Call us tribal
Very backward
Stuck in the origin of soul
Hear me out my friend
This is  public knowledge
No damn secret
Native I’m not
The blue planet home
Some 200 years later
Red Pluto passport
So I let go legs arms and  face too
Strange it sounds
Pluto no different than the earth
Except little chill

No crime no  human touch