FROM THE DESK OF Crescendo Staccato
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From Abstract to Research
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Abstract
- Introduction
Related Work
- Methodology
Experimental Results
Conclusion & Future Work
References
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Definitions
Obligations of Receiving Party
Duration of Confidentiality
Exclusions ?- Remedies
Signatures & Date
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Aggregator
360 Deal
Advance:
Publishing
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the alley retains memories and secrets
things she has observed would straighten my hair
murder, mayhem and mischief
I sense her wiseness in the silence
appreciating her confidentiality
Consent.
Break it and your punished
Usually,
That's how the story goes
That's the way it's supposed to go
The hippocratic oath.
Ethics. Principles. Confidentiality.
A promise. A vow. A pledge
Beyond race
Beyond gender
Beyond sexuality
An oath against inequality
That's how it is to be taken
That how its supposed to be took
But what if?
What if those blinded by power decide to change the rules?
To abuse their privilege with different tools
An excuse used - for the greater good?
Or naybe it's just a clinical way to own black people
Henrietta Lacks.
A woman. A human. A black person.
Hidden by a history of white erasure
The story of her life hidden in invisible ink
They didn't see her as anything other than a toy to play with
As a body to experiment with
It wasn't that she was silenced
It was more that she went unheard
Her voice was a ghost they ignored
At her most vulnerable they stole Something that was hers
Something she had the right to preserve
Her cells
Stolen from the place they called home
Observed
By doctors
Who only saw her as a catalyst for research
the evergreen casts a full shadow, a grayscale vision
she has served as camouflage for raccoons, mice, and snakes
a soldier of the forest, standing against the north winds
showing the woods what a true patriot looks like
animals depend on her confidentiality, security and discretion.
company memos are flowing out
escaping like fireflies in July
overly communicative
no confidences now
leaking information
losing credibility and integrity
hoping for likeability
worlds worst employee
no confidentiality
lack of professionalism
she has put our company at risk
jeopardizes our future and her own
Their intimacy is gloved,
moments dovetail
in a tea-room.
I color-in implied gestures,
listen to the ambience
of undertones.
They enter a confessional space
lips linger over shared visions,
oracles only they can read.
Lipstick on China cups,
the twirled edge of a napkin,
the unclasped mouth of a purse;
pieces arranged on a white tablecloth
of magnetic intimations.
They are both attractive
yet in different ways,
together they impart
a comforting confidentiality;
bring to this small space
a delicate allurement.
I sense a wry tilt into humor,
a deeper conversation surfaces
as they settle the bill.
Leaving the warmth of the tea house
they kiss
but only lightly upon cheeks,
no flamboyance,
yet the inferred diffidence
is far more telling.
One of them seems to carry
the other's onus of care
sheltering her body from the cold.
I have a brief impulse to follow,
to stay awhile
in their mutual life raft.
These observations I record here,
are moments
to be contemplated only later
with closed eyes.
Revealing sacred moments, rare and sweet
Fostering new blessings, makes life complete
With someone who will understand and care,
Transparent hearts being hearts that share.
Fostering new blessings, makes life complete
Richer, fuller the life of one who so befriends
Transparent hearts being hearts that share
With openness and clarity friendship blends.
Richer, fuller the life of one who so befriends
While trust is nurtured through confidentiality,
With openness and clarity friendship blends
Lives of purpose, purity, and mutual morality.
While trust is nurtured through confidentiality
With someone who will understand and care,
Lives of purpose, purity, and mutual morality
Transparent hearts being hearts that share.
Written September 19, 2022
A dedication to my depression,
tears pinch me to exit.
She told me to give it a listen,
No word about her reason.
It spoke of promiscuity,
judge not, of past experiences,
my mind went on a haze,
were these notes of confidentiality?
Confused at first,truelly I was,
until truths begged to unfold.
She simply asked for forgiveness,
prior to all revelations.
Still, she cries out of painful memories ~
a song that beared all honesty...
20 July 2022
One in Five 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joesphy May
Option 3. Sentimental Song
Who is in the know? Who is in the loop?
I always keep my mouth shut, so they give me every scoop.
Do you know a thing? Many ask me, to and fro.
Not a thing, I lie, knowing they will never know.
They are catching on and run to ask me quick.
Who is doing what, who carries the biggest stick?
I know but keep it quiet. It’s not their business after all.
Sometimes in May I know what others learn at the end of fall.
Who is in the know? Who is in the loop?
I run away from them, pretending I do not have the scoop.
I act wide eye, pretending innocence, and that I do not know
They all share their secrets. I believe it will always remain so.
Finn and Freda’s Christmas wishes were known only to each other.
Trusted protective older sister, and Finn, her impish little brother.
Helpful hints were solicited by parents for many determined days.
Important questions asked in a variety of creatively subtle ways.
Neither child would violate the trusted confidentiality of the other.
Treasured trait that is strong fifty years later in this sister and her brother.
Can keep confidences quiet
Outstandingly trustworthy
Never betray anyone
Friendship of many
Idealistic and faithful
Delights in being true
Encourages loyalty
No need to share
Tranquil and calm
Integrity in tact
Awesomely
Loyal
Ideal friend
Thank
You
Trust nobody with your secrets
everyone is nobody
Nobody has head for secrets
everybody’s head is porous
secrets each them as ringworm
all confidentiality drain away
as water down the valley
with little or nothing held back
Everybody is nobody
if you want trouble to hatch
if you want envy to rise up
plant your secrets in heads
But look at your mouth as well
if it is a pipe that pours water
in porous heads in community
then you are the first nobody
broken pipe that pours liquid
into broken heads in society
If everybody is nobody
then who is somebody?
A stairway that leads to the white borders,
Of edges pointed where condensation forms.
Untainted transparency reflects the glaring Sun,
At the side cushions of white and brown
- a tired mind's sanctuary.
Stilted conversations fly across spilled drinks,
Become waste with a price unreasoned.
Men and women sit alike but have unlike minds,
Choke on bitter tea upon nostrils they spit.
Black souls served behind the counter,
Plastered confidentiality jealousy arises might,
For alas one hands a slice of chocolate cake
To a girl of crippling thoughts; alone, desolated
Tongue twisted around the fork her heart quickened
Tripping guilt lies on the plate she ate at previous.
Angriness burned bright fueled by unlike minds,
Reflections obvious once darkness spread fast,
Acid of sweetness churned in her stomach,
Fullness unbearable calls the unwanted desire
To leave the Glasshouse, to go home and purge.
Somehow their eyes met and he smiled
Was it wrongful for her to feel glee,
So tad yet so pure?
Don't force ya 'tentions on me,
For I'm not Invalidie.
Don't Read mah mind, trying to FIX it too
For I'm not Invalidie.
Don't be God, trying to Punish mah soul,
Passing it through Pergatory.
That Place where ya get put
Till yo get Real GOOD.
How many years is Pergatory -
10, 15 or till yo say so?
Man look, ya sane but mess up sometimes,
Who put ya in Charge O insanity, without
confidentiality?
Ya DOWN in mah mind, trying to change
To what ya think should be.
Itemize the ways an things ya don't do,
Boy that would be like Scanteburry.
Ya never get it right first or second time,
'Cause ya keep Messing up more than me!
Wha mek ya think ya could just pick up?
Stupidy Bill went passing through?
Where I eat, you ate there; where I rest, you rested
we share the same navigation through our similar steps
and that part of me so classified
became an open coverage to you.
In the shores of my privacy, I’ve given you an equal right
I’ve showered you with unparalleled privileges
allowing you to travel extreme corners not needing a pass
and staying actively in control because you have my license.
Oh my dangerous dear
my trust and openness are your weapons
I never knew freedom in the world of another gives so much power.
Your lips have connected the world to my confidentiality
and such criminal hands possessed by your vicious mind
has placed me in the middle of a multiple trap dungeon.
Despite our close physical proximity, we’ve been oceans apart
that is how it’ll remain as soon as I survive your conspiracies.
The heart suffers an illness, when an enemy is made from a loved one
but life’s varieties include both training and rehabilitation centers
with the conviction my pieces will undergo a cosmetic perfection
to stay strong with the defenses of caution.
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