TYPES OF FREEDOM
innate
creative
reflexes
summon
astonished
expressive
fluent
&relaxed
personnages
tumbling
forth
in
poignant
hapless
vivid
eponymous
irrespressible
eccentricity
Shades of darkness
A little girl with a big smile
smiling inside but broken outside
Betrayal strikes when no one is there
And here I am, in a dark room
Where doors are locked and laughter's
have faded in a blink of an eye
My heart is heavy with stones
Life reflexes at last minutes
Whispers of the past hount my present
Was I ever capable at the first time ?
On this world I see myself as a looser
But they see something else, because
they will never know what I'm going through. I say Roll of thunder hear my cry
Once I was wandering in my backyard to scan the previously latent place,
The ongoing search was for a rare herb blessed with divine grace.
My senses compelled me to go each step forward in slow but steady pace,
That place was so silent and latent that something unknown was creeping in solace.
A Sudden break of silence with hissing sounds grips the entire space,
Oh! An elegant black cobra fighting with a clever cat in the nature's palace.
Looked like a routine work to be performed by two super flexy guys without suffering,
The situation is evenly poised where no one is voluntarily retreating.
The snake stood tall and dare to look into the fiery eyes of the stranger and clever cat.
The valiant cat with quick reflexes carefully dodges the poisonous with tit for tat.
I reacted and disrupted this endless dwell as my delicate herb was suffocating,
Finally both the agressive creatures left the place with a deep and divine briefing.
Memories dart in and out
as in a game of hide-and-seek
No sooner do I focus on one
than off it has sneaked
My reflexes as tardy as my hair is gray
remembrance plays keep-away
Arms like tiny windmills spin through morning air.
Aiming, she builds pathways?deep within her mind.
Another swing flows onward like waves upon the shore.
Awakening intention burns?as neural roads unwind.
Reaching past reflexes like butterflies from cocoons.
Rhythmic movements carve?the skills she'll always find.
Object permanence sparkles bright like diamonds in her sight.
Orchestrating muscles smooth,?her future self designed.
Hand-eye coordination weaves like spider's silken thread.
Happiness erupts when fists?and dangling targets bind.
Intentional movements bloom like flowers in the spring.
Infrastructure grows within?her brilliant, growing mind.
conversation continues,
for example the limits of reflexes-
until 12 rounds
OHH!!! You Incessant Insect..
You make it hard to direct my energy,
Positively, Peacefully.
Why do you keep pestering me?
Investigating every inch,
Of what you can see.
I'm feeling the pinch,
The sting,
Them little legs Tickling,
In my hairs wiggling.
My hands are waving,
Slapping.
My Nerves are snapping,
I must be over reacting.
They must be attacking,
I'm retracting,
Packing my things.
Through the sound ,
Of buzzing wings.
Emotions are raising,
It's so FRUSTRATING.
Then my Heart Sings,
As Nature brings,
It's smallest and bravest,
Insects, here to test,
The patience of her subjects.
What we reflect,
Through are reflexes.
As my energy progresses,
Through this session.
Present in the sensitivity,
And bravery,
Of the incessant Insects,
Directing me.
The disgruntled mess of a boy slumped over his diary
——————experiment 4—————————
If you are reading this I might be dead
So as far as I can see
I seem to aging at a normal
It seems to degrade at dusk or dawn
Time seems to catch up on itself
Don’t use time lord as a description too who’y
I can stop time
It’s weird I seem to have free motion in it
Stopper I guess we could put that in the maybe pile
On experiment 2 we did have Weird Position day
So get serious
My movements seem to cause ripples
The emirate from initial stop but then cease why
I reenter usual time
We could call it unusual time
I seemed to have stopped dreaming
but feeling refreshed
Vitals seem good
Height and weight unchanged
Reflexes within normal ranges
The scar on my legs seems to continue to disappear
Might be some kind of countdown
Need to ration with experiment usage….
He slid his hand across his book strewn desk
His fingers grasping a cold can
-I can stop time he laughed at the empty room
The drip on its side no longer drops….
The disgruntled mess of a boy slumped over his diary
——————experiment 4—————————
If you are reading this I might be dead
So as far as I can see
I seem to aging at a normal
It seems to degrade at dusk or dawn
Time seems to catch up on itself
Don’t use time lord as a description too who’y
I can stop time
It’s weird I seem to have free motion in it
Stopper I guess we could put that in the maybe pile
On experiment 2 we did have Weird Position day
So get serious
My movements seem to cause ripples
The emirate from initial stop but then cease why
I reenter usual time
We could call it unusual time
I seemed to have stopped dreaming
but feeling refreshed
Vitals seem good
Height and weight unchanged
Reflexes within normal ranges
The scar on my legs seems to continue to disappear
Might be some kind of countdown
Need to ration with experiment usage….
He slid his hand across his book strewn desk
His fingers grasping a cold can
-I can stop time he laughed at the empty room
The drip on its side no longer drops….
Wheaties in beer to start the day
Off to work I stumble and sway
Cocktail at noon to set the stage
For the nap I need ‘due to age’
Double martini at 5:05
Reflexes take a nosedive
Night cap at 11:10 p.m.
Wake up tomorrow
~ do it all over again
Cat style slow blink,
relaxed into infatuated reflexes;
‘Lick between the lines…’
a message conveyed;
The purr is burning the air
dripping between each crevice;
Prowling into foreplay
cat style is all knowing;
With a slow blink cat style
hunger thickens a dry throat;
Hissing into the harshest moan
this fight is full of unbridled passion;
Sand paper is so coarse yet tender;
Exfoliating strokes give birth
to a new bond overflowing with peace;
Cat style is an all knowing purr;
Rumbling louder we grow closer
to the most intimate of brawls;
Tasting, biting and clawing the walls;
Taking in side to side
reading those lips;
‘Lick and fill up my empty space..’
Dive intoxicated head first into
a cat style slow blink.
Handpicked, like coffee seeds or strawberries, ten eggs I kept
Like a tensed insomniac, for a long time I'd not slept
I found a change in the bloom of the dermis as days passed
There came out surprise-filled tint tots, elegance unsurpassed.
Red, green, blue, purple, and yellow, like a compressed rainbow
With perfectly blown balloons, as children merrily glow.
As seedlings spring up at night and glisten in the morning,
These soft talc and cloud agate gems appear without warning.
Standing erect and straight with sun-moon-stars-tinged, blazing eyes;
Robotic reflexes; peep, peep, peep, filling up the skies
Judgement quality of quantity like the honeybees
Psychic contagion is in them, like treasures in deep seas.
Symbols of resurrection, springtime splendours, and new life
A masterpiece of nature's craftsmanship after a strife
Scenes of Elysium, Coleus, and Jannah revealed
The mysteries of chicks, like the Milky Way, are concealed.
A rhino's eyesight is really myopic,
Perhaps that's what makes him so misanthropic.
His hearing and reflexes, though, are sublime,
He can turn on a nickel and stop on a dime.
The projection that grows
On the end of his nose
Is not really a horn, though,
As one might suppose.
And when he needs scratching,
There's another small hitch,
His legs are too short
So he can't reach the itch.
He's ugly, pugnacious,
Rude, and unsociable,
And his manners at mealtime
Are simply atrociable.
And should you insult him,
He'll never reveal it.
His hide is so thick
He prob'ly won't even feel it.
Elk troll man slithers out of the crevices of the cave
the evening feels his emotions and responds accordingly
Slinking along the corridor of red canyon’s edges
We wise ones ignore him, for it is his fervent wish to be invisible
Sure, we see him but none of us speak of it, our tongues silent
Respecting his wishes, and fearing Elk troll man’s wrath
his lightning reflexes to be feared
Natasha Romanova, the fair 'Black Widow',
In The Marvel Comis, is a superhero;
Surreptitious, specific, and snake-like deadly,
A one-woman army, when needed, self-medley...!
Adorned with the boundless power of hypnosis,
She made anyone, to act as per her gnosis;
With super reflexes, she functioned lightning-fast,
Saved Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson from bullet-blast...!
like Captain America, the peak strength she gained,
She turned her physique stronger or faster, unstrained;
Resurrection was her grand strange ability,
Getting killed, she soon rose in calm tranquility...!
Like light bats or cats or rats, she ascended on walls,
Midst her marvelous jumps, she escaped any falls;
Like Count Dracula, she could, often, shapeshift,
The mighty Mjolnir hammer she could freely lift...!
Her weakness of guilt or ego could not outweigh,
When her might, like gales or storms, made headway;
She sacrificed her life to save others, stories say,
In the Midwest, in a still grave, she calmly lay...!!!
23 January 2023
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