The Team
Life’s quest begins with natural talent to ascend,
On two legs in motion and words for communication.
With parental guidance and skill development by trial and error,
And observation and utilization of education as time progresses,
Every adventure is new and exciting as the senses are invigorated
And where leaps and bounds are greeted with self-satisfaction.
As years pass, physical and mental development focuses
On windows of opportunity that life offers for existence
Through failure and accomplishment in living experience.
Ambitions realized question rewards and behaviours
That require skill sets and demand continuous repetition
Until exhausted; success may not be the resulting accumulation.
The path to the summit requires effort and commitment
Of physical exertion, and mental capacity to attempt the challenge
With a methodical stratagem, deeper understanding, and patience.
Now is the time for reflection: “How did I arrive at this place in time?”
Many believed in your abilities; the joy and pain, setbacks and gains,
But you are not alone; a team coincides behind you every step of the way.
The self-harm
Sometimes, I think I live inside the head of an ogre
whatever happens, none of us are in control, but
of a malign monster with brain cancer
Millenniums ago, when the brain was vigorous
it caught a microorganism of the type that can hide
a long time before branching out powerfully trying
to take over by altering the brain's chemistry.
Over time, the foreign body has tried to destroy it.
The cohesion that makes a brain function almost
to perfection; alas, as is with Beau's ideal, one time or another fails but can be repaired, and peace ensues.
There was a time when the monster cell was nearly
defeated but was saved by lesser pests
thinking its
cunning could be useful so it could grow alongside
The bacterium grew immensely strong and has begun threatening and altering the normal function
of the mental capacity of an encephalitic existence
the world might collapse, and a dead planet will circle the galaxy because we now know
the monster cell's purpose was to destroy god's
failures.
When I was a young lad in the prime of life
Never thought I'd still be around
When my driver's license said, “older than dirt!”
And my mind was no longer sound
But I can get away with a bunch of neat stuff
Rack it up to “he's left the planet!”
“His mental capacity equals that of a wee child”
Gonna take full advantage, run the gamut
Need to pee and dribble now and then
Talk in riddles and scratch my bum
Wipe my boogies on my Sunday clothes
And belch when company comes
Know all the tricks as I giggle to myself
It's a downright lead pipe cinch
Con them till they put me in a old pine box
Mumbling about my belly button lint
Being loved will help but not something that's fake and will break. I'm not sorry to say I'm here to stay. Some people may never love it like you but it's their loss. Falling from grace just like a snowflake. Elegant when coming down but once I reach the ground I'm like the dirt trampled on the ground.The Feeling of lost floats around the stress in my head making me wish I were dead. The need to be free is all I see, only to find out my happiness should be in me. What is the point if I never feel enough, trying my best to stay ahead instead of being left behind like the past. Reaching a point of having mental breakdowns yet none noticed. I'm screaming in my head why not just be dead or what the hell should I do for you society and people. Right now my mental capacity is on the verge of bursting. Compassion is what I'm looking for, yet the facades are all I get. I'm sorry to say I can't bother to be bothered, so now I'm in my head surviving not living, at least that's what I think.
They shut off our power for about 3 hours
To make needed repairs they say
D'ya know how that affects our daily routine
Like our arm's been cut off half way
No heat, no lights, no computers, no telly
We might as well cash in our chips
Aware it was only from nine until noon
But my mind can't handle this blip
Anything different from my normal routine
Throws me in a kind of a dither
I get all sweaty and my eyes bulge out
My speech starts to slip and slither
I once was able to handle these disruptions
When I was young, handsome and virile
Now that I'm a slobbering vile old man
My mental capacity has fizzled
Some people suffer from a power shortage
Every single day of their lives
Got nothing to do with a disruption of power
Their ageing is in overdrive
Pick me apart
Cut me down to size
I have to feel your pain
Need to take your abuse
Want to be your stepping stone
Let me take you to the top at my expense
I love to carry your weight on these shoulders
This back is strong
This ass is ready
To watch you make it
As jealously forms
Anger builds
My mental capacity at its max
I hold back the tears
I don't hold my ground
I let you succeed while i fail
When will it end
When will numbers have names again
When will the sunset be the same for all
In the end
Your green wont shield you
Your success no one will remember
Your face an entrance to a empty soul
All those possessions
All those diamonds
Wont build you a stairway to heaven
In the end it just becomes dark and all you will know is the hell you created for me.
I guess I am just a joke,
never to be taken seriously.
Gave pieces of myself out too generously.
Even though I did it cautiously,
The evidence shows it was still done dangerously.
Ive fought for the wrong ones furiously.
Trying to hold on to that memory,
now seems more like a stupid fantasy.
Does everyone think I don't have the mental capacity
to handle the truth or deserve honesty?
I don't hide awful intentions masked by chivalry.
I may have flaws, sometimes rather clumsy,
there's not much of me
Ive become somewhat shaky,
But when you're all in, so am I entirely.
I think people think I am a joke, sadly
I've learned that curiosity can come off as acting suspiciously
Being anxious or nervous can turn into a catastrophe.
Inner commentary
Acting awkwardly
Try to approach things delicately
Failed miserably.
To Be continued...
The changing nature, Volatility.
No one knows what'll happen, Uncertainty.
The cofusion of things, Complexity,
and easy to mislead, Ambiguity.
They affect greatly people and society.
Yesterday's success will not assist us,
to ensure tomorrow's success more plus.
The solution should be diversity.
Let's make your environment elastic.
It can grow your mental capacity.
And it's no need to fear other's thinking.
Let's grow your spiritual world fantastic.
It can refresh your pure vitality.
And it's your time to fix human linking.
When I was a young lad in the prime of life
Never thought I'd still be around
When my driver's license said, “older than dirt!”
And my mind was no longer sound
But I can get away with a bunch of neat stuff
Rack it up to “he's left the planet!”
“His mental capacity equals that of a wee child”
Gonna take full advantage, run the gamut
Just need to pee myself and dribble now and then
Talk in riddles and scratch my bum
Wipe my boogies on my Sunday best clothes
And belch when company comes
Know all the tricks as I giggle to myself
It's a downright lead-pipe cinch
Con them till they put me in an old pine box
Mumbling about my belly button lint
By what perverse mental capacity
Does the bully gain satisfaction
In administering agony upon another
By what human deficiency
Does the dictator righteously believe
Their dictates should circumscribe a citizenry
By what delusional misconception
Does a people follow in obedience
A potentate’s decrees of servitude to state
By what level of constitutional dismantling
Does “We the People” have to be unglued
Before our comrades vote to remove potentates, dictators, and bullies
Why must we complicate life when it’s already so complicated?
Why must I do this to myself?
I don’t know the answer to these questions yet and I hoped by writing all this down,
it would help me get to the conclusion that everyone has been waiting for; Why?
Instead, I’m now realizing that there’s an even bigger question.
Why don’t I ever want to help myself?
I keep sinking yet I don’t shake off my shackles that hold me.
These shackles are heavily weighted with doubt and questions that force me to the bottom of the never-ending pit.
I’ve always had the key to release me but I’ve convinced myself that I do not have the mental capacity to apply it.
If only I would use it.
If only I stopped making excuses and putting it off.
If I did, I could then start swimming to the top.
To the surface.
The surface that has been shown to me many times before.
The surface that I thought I wanted.
The surface that I thought would end all my suffering.
And maybe, just maybe, if I reach the top of the water, I may just find land.
Apparently a person is unique
Unique differ's from how a certain person
may carry themself
Themself may be referred to as themselves plurally
Plurally stated could in reference be singular
Singular may be over stated as well if a person has
a mental capacity they can't avail
Help is apparently unique for a person to do or
to ask for
For were all human and to help or ask for help is
only humane as for us evolving within our
revolving world
World apparently is a statement
Statement , apparently
Apparently
Why smile in my face
But you talk behind my back
I heard the secret lie
You thought would destroy my mental capacity
I discern your spirit from the door
I gave you a branch because shade you would threw a little bit more
Making yourself looking like a fool
I opened up the legendary Book of Reads for the Centuries
You got caught up in your feelings
When I separated my feelings from truth feelings
I laughed "HA" as you attempted to drive by with your pre-school shade
I told you from a collegiate stage to go have several beds made
While the read still flows from the mouth like honey
The bed was made and I took all the money
You came for me
You thought i was weak
This isn't what SWV speak
I've come to close the final chapter
After perfectly collecting your soul
My truth purged it
Your ego couldn't fit
You're now mad a bit
Finally, you're tired of it
Friend it's done
Now its time to go
Look at the sun
I've read you very good
Now we should never be misunderstood.
Trump and Mental Capacity
Then there is Trump and mental capacity;
He has been a voyeur with much veracity;
Definitely odd;
Opposed by God;
Thinks he is tough full of much tenacity.
Trump can be compulsive and obsessive;
Controlling things and being possessive;
Definitely weird,
We had feared;
Delves into stages of acting depressive.
Our analysis used was form of regressive,
Painting a picture that became expressive;
Clear and plain;
Stress and strain;
Disorder does cause desire to be impressive.
Jim Horn
After watching more TV and listening
to Corker and Tillerson comments.
Trump has tweets. I have my poems.
Until I See You In Me
The natural eyes cannot see, it’s deeper than your mental capacity
God is asking, “Do you see me?” Looking in the mirror
Me for me I stand there selfishly, ashamed for
God does not mirror me, so perplexed by
the ambush of yesterday’s sorrows
Tears flow in the unsightly
facial appearance that
follow, God is not
moved by the
tears he
sees
But faith in him must concede, He would be proud if I concede
As I stand here looking in the mirror again thinking
About my purpose and mission and what
direction God is taking me in, I ask
the question, “What is IT that
he wants me to see?” He
wants me to see that
there is none
greater
than
he
that
is
in
me
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