The cancer in my head
Patently obviously
Is ever so slowly
Taking over
Me
Day bye day
So here's to you
Al Parkinson
My imaginary childhood friend
Who as a single child
I could truly count on
And kept me company
Way back then
For kindly taking the time to revisit
Me once again
As you are the only one
Through all and everything
I have been put through and endured
Has never once left me on my own
Stayed ever present at my side
Till this very present moment
Where we find ourselves now
Quivering trembling in fear
And as old as you are now in terms of age
Reverting deeply back to whence upon
You were a child yourself
Trapped seemingly unable to escape
The confinement of inside your head
Praying endlessly for nothing less or more
Than when someone
Most
Especially
A close loved one enquires
Can you remember
Do you in fact know
Who you are
Or I am
A whirlwind of a pugilist,
With punches that could crush a cyst,
In the admirers eyes summoning Mist,
The Destroyed by him a long list,
Many of them by their families missed…
He got them down but still them kissed,
Of a Life-and-Death business making a tryst,
You’d tag it a party and your own waist twist.
A whirlwind of a pugilist,
With laughing legs but a crying fist,
Timing his demolitions with the watch on your wrist.
This treasuring and it never was ceased,
Many faces lighting up as many getting creased,
Of those who got its “He’s the Greatest!” gist.
Sadly, he hadn’t his Parkinson sniffed,
Angels hadn’t worried too to have us briefed,
Only us radioed his domestic squabbles and rift,
For his ring legacy, a displeasing gift…
Towards an uncheery finale did he drift:
My Gemini Twin and former spendthrift.
The Chamber in Human Mind
Character: X,Y,Z / X=Y=Z
mirror
^
Counselor
Q .1 : What do you think about love?
Ans . X. : Well, Love is my vivid imagination.
Q .2 : How do you feel about cultivate your imagination infront of your specific human nature?
Ans .Y : I am not ready yet.
Q .3 : You should be.
Topic: The Excellent seriousness culture in misused child manner.
Chorus: The life lie down over sweet Lies
Sparkle over those shadow's
you must see,
Glimpse i never seen,
Upon the sky, (Parkinson Way)
Bump in style love comes,
Jumping Jack certain crack
raise your fate.
Trembling beach, Trembling looking glass,
OH! What i have seen !
Bend your smile over twisted lips.
Unfortunately- all my old friends already gone,
But I got new two - always with me together.
First is Alzheimer, second- Parkinson
We are inseparable. In any place and weather!
Twitching finger
Symptomatic to Parkinson,
And his namesake dis-ease,
Holding a dirty pistol,
Pointing out the barrel
Is unaimed, but serendipitously
On the right parabolic trajectory...
And boom, boom, boom
Out go the lights.
Instant justice, for
Justice missing the target.
The threatening nature of
artificial objects,
not snow dropping from pines
nor windows shattered with frost
but the flight of keys and bells
and all that begs for
subtle asides,
all that is malevolent for this,
all that falls,
that disobeys my hands,
those white apes mapped
with the veins of the Via Dolorosa,
all things that make my dry box spin,
my body does not follow me,
I often seem to look
over my shoulder
at the dark detective of age.
THROUGH TIMES OF TROUBLE THROUGH TIMES OF GRIEF. TIMES OUR A VERTUE BEYOND MY
BELIEF .TIMES CAN BRING HEART ACHE AND TIMES CAN BE BAD .TIMES OUR LIKE DREAMS
THAT WILL MAKE U FEEL GLAD .TIMES TRAVEL FAST WITH OUT NO REMORSE AND LIKE AN
EVIL DEED IT HAS NO CAUSE .MY TIMES OUR SOMETIMES GOOD AND MY TIMES OUR
SOMETIME BAD. SO MAKE SURE U REMEMBER THAT TIMES OUR SOMETIMES
SAD ................THOMAS PARKINSON
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