So I dared to dream.
Whiles my colleagues were asleep I dared to dream dreams of hitz, which will one day become a reality.
So behind the scenes, my medulla oblongata never took advantage of the cozy weather condition.
For when I look behind, there was a need for up and speed.
Generations yet to comes, )mo their survival depends on me.
So I have got to develop the mentality of eyes close but I can see like the series called see.
They said cut your coat according to your size but in my case my mind runed on a bigger RAM, small boy with bigger memory size.
Pictures of the future hunting me when my eyes are open for time dey fly Emirates, am flying, try to gun me down and see fire from the Holy nation aka ChristlikeNation
So I have got to change how things are done during the day.
Step by step, Checks by checks,
Mentality check, reality check,
Eyes and mind ready to win and say check like we playing chess.
Till I cash these cheques
Till I become the best among the rest, I will always dare to Dream till I become the best am not ready to really sleep.
#DaredTo_Dream #Captainpoema
All Quiet On The Frontal Lobes
A battle was fought: his Medulla oblongata versus an electrical socket.
The electrical appliance distributors made a racket. So did his screams.
But its pure, scientifically certified - who am I to besmirch and mock it ?
From now on his ol' rumbustious spirit won't be harbouring q.u.e.e.r. memes.
It'll be pliant, malleable, ductile. The vibrant brio, fizz of magnetic emotion,
Will have dissipated with the deafening circuit of cerebral electrocution.
They'll be no more fuss, no mayhem from his once truculent warrior soul;
The trenches are filled with the fallen, but walking graves no longer howl.
A drunk has a question
for the bartender
"Hey!! Whazzup mah man!?
Fill dat to da brim, will ya?
And Oh, have you been so drunk out of yo
medulla oblongata ya blurted out
stuff ya thought were weird
like blaqbovyitch!! and yestrusri!!
to someone you were talking to
but they weren't weird after all
but then ya go and make it
weird by tryna make sense,
when ya made sense
in da first place;confusing the hell
outta yoself, like huh?
wondering "blacka blacka Whoa?"
and dat dude and dat moment
got really weird, real fast?
Neither have I. You? Is dat true?"
Bartender: Huh? That's it. No more drinks for you. I'm calling you a cab.
Date written: 05/31/2020
They descend into the hearts of men
like a troop
Don’t let ‘em in,
don’t let ‘em in
Or they will devour everything good within
Thousand voices of evil
hammering away at your resistance
Until they shatter your will not to yield
Leaping maniacally over the breached spirit wall,
banshee screaming coming down the hall
of your medulla oblongata
Legion
taking up residence
Your soul now being sold on the open market
Bought yourself some new real estate
down by the fire and brimstone lake
El Diablo
is the new head honcho
at your neural command center
He says: heaven can wait,
being holy is so out-of-date
Guest of honor held hostage is your wretched fate
Legion
Legion of devils
Now you’re a spineless jellyfish host,
who put up a cream puff battle ...
You’re such a weak milquetoast
Got an open vacancy sign neon flashing,
letting every wayfaring foul spirit know —
in your condemned soul inn,
you welcome the overflow
Your typical cerebrum below reasoning,
Intriguers my gray matter without questioning
While the white matted and mutating to black,
Tissues, I can never use to wipe away my tears.
Your cerebellum activate optimum hatred
Credits my connective tissues with a damaged elastin
The dominant recession of synapses executes work of neurons
Your phenomenal mind associates its knowledge of me with the phenotype
Opposed to the responsibility of a trait, invisibly to sights…
My typical medulla oblongata,
Grasp of its response is between your manhood
From your actions, admirable food
Yet I still insist for us to reach the end
The ultimatum I can’t even comprehend
Infatuated with anger from what you still condescend
And my request remain naked my friend,
Let this lust end.
Let this end,
For your cerebrum to reason with your effects
For my lobes and involuntary doings to suit my emotions
For your thoughts to know me no more
For my heart to love you no more
To make these the last days of my fun,
The final introspection, last days.
The sphere of influence influenced me spherically
With no core
Left brained hemisphere confused
Like right handed athlete
Co-ordination on my medulla-oblongata
Peripheral nervous system shuttered down
As cranial nerves refused to send impulses
Failure to interpretation on my cerebrum
Lead to my confusion.
Response
Mnemonic
medulla oblonGata
ceRebellum
tEmporal lobe
somatatosensensorY cortex
SomatoMotor cortex
spinAl cord
ParieTal lobe
fronTal lobe
occipital lobE
nueral netwoRks
+-
Sunshine Williams
Have been dealing with all
Aspect of life but obviously,
You don’t fit my ”medulla oblongata”
I work through you day & night.
But you were unable to comprehend
And contact my brain.
Sincerely you don’t worth me,
And you are not my type.
Is not that I don’t know you?
Why are you forcing me to know you?
Reluctantly you don’t belong to my line?
Stay away from me and leave me alone?
The lady before me
Waltzes through my lane...
The air I breathe....
Mixes with her scent...
My exist-tense
Is fashioned around her
Day and night
I pawn around her lane
To smell her scent
She oozes an appeal..
That douses my medulla oblongata
What will I not give
To be with her if just for a day
I want more...
But I fear she wants less
The vultures envelope her
Like a conclave....
She wants to break free
I memorized my scripts
Dug out from the crypt
...Alas..the rule book fails
I stepped up my gear
To be in the clear
But am still in the dark
What to say is beyond me
What to do is unknown to me
She has the key
She pulls the strings
A tale of two cities
Just my luck...
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