Emotion has no place in the operating room, emotion cost lives.
Every time emotion comes into play, patients needlessly die.
In the operating room I am an emotionless machine.
I have a success rate that no neurosurgeon has ever seen,
and when I return home, I continue to be,
this total void of emotion human being.
I am a functioning psychopath,
pushed by my environment towards a direction of a positive path.
Categories:
functioning, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
My heart is fully functioning;
As my face is flush and blushing;
I’m in love
With the God inside of you
I belong to our Father and you
My mind is endowed;
I am His alone, His child
I receive His arms, He’s holding me
Holding me strong
My faith was wavering
Now I’m savoring
Being consciously believing in
My Father’s Heart
Is being now inside of me
This is my truest love
The heart of my Father
12/15/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
Categories:
functioning, analogy, appreciation, endurance, engagement,
Form: Rhyme
Stood in a nightdress shivering and cold
Feeling unwell fearful and old
Window ajar net curtains blowing
Windy outside whistling and howling
Conifer to pear trees standing tall
Weather so dreadful they possibly may fall
Concerned and frightened closely observing
Peeking through the gap very unnerving
Darkness turns to light morning time arises
Not slept a wink conditions now minimized
Sleepy and lethargic functioning on zero energy
Searching for that something looking for a remedy
Reflecting on matters trying not to dwell
Lived to tell the tale safely and well
Always remember stay calm and do not panic
It is what it is yet felt so manic
Categories:
functioning, poems,
Form: Rhyme