(FND awareness)
Functional Neurological Disorder
Sounds far more serious than required.
However, life now makes more sense.
That's how it is. It's the way I'm wired.
I thought I had a medical "epsy"
Due to crazy symptoms that make one tired.
It's good to know it's only FND.
It's not my fault. It's the way I'm wired.
The structural hardware works just fine.
(An explanation I've now hired...)
The wiring itself is up the creek,
So the wrong signals get fired.
Why have I come in here?
My memory has expired!
Yet, suddenly I remember that
It's down to the way I'm wired.
There's never a dull moment.
So much humour can be inspired!
There's many a joke that can be told
About the way I'm wired.
Having stretched the boundaries of hope
to encompass yesteryear's follies
and truths abandoned for fantasy,
faith forces us to walk life's tightrope
blindly, and yet, we manage to cope.
Youth is too cocky to make mistakes
navigating repeated patterns
through choices and their consequences.
Full steam ahead, both feet off the brakes,
they're wired to win, whatever it takes.
As years fall away like Autumn leaves,
actors morph into the audience
observing youth rehearse for bit parts.
Power's all a kingly mind perceives,
truth's the usurper; no one believes.
Reality waits till later years
to unmask manipulation's face,
programming in the guise of free will.
Exchanging fragile freedoms for fears
lies are spun into a veil of tears.
(Alemseged Style)
06/27/2022
All Wired Up
Bird on a wire with an art gun. Oh not in the sky. Stoned on turtle cigars. No flying. Light headed oh yes. Sickness from high speed turns? Feel the G force kick in on those wicked turns. I watch you with envy. Wish I could fly like that. Better than the green lizard thirty feet up on a wall. He can climb vertically. You can fly in three dimensions. Which is cool. Put there by a witch? No by Mother. She smiles from a down at me from a sickle moon. In a verdant powder sky. How do I fit into all of this. I watch. No more.
Second Shadow
Jimmy Boom Semtex
(A mental state of the heart)
A teeming onslaught of ice cold musings
flood the mind burst its seams
Cascading down in torrents
gushing into a heart aflame
in lava hot emotions
Thoughts heavy laced with feelings
whirlpool this ticker
with reckless abandon
mounting pressure cues in a short circuit
Checked all the wires
See its not miswired
Does seem weirdly wired
Morphed into an interface
Its quiddity to strandle the fence
heavily expectant with equity
It repels bias,in its midst tolerance reigns
Eventually the middle is where truth abounds
I'm wired for sound like I'm from another planet
Testing to make sure all's copacetic in my pumper gadget
If it's clicking on all cylinders
To determine if I'm still a sizzler
But there's a possibility they'll just discover I've got maggots
The lights went out; the power died.
We had to call Con Ed.
Three hours later, it was fixed
And this is what they said:
A squirrel on a wire outside
Decided he would chew it.
He took one bite and that was all
It took for him to do it.
The loss was 20 houses wide,
All due to foolish chomping.
That squirrel should have stuck to
Just his daily feats of romping.
Instead, our power up and died
And all because a squirrel fried.
Just got wired for sound, like I'm from another planet
Testing to make sure all is copacetic in my pumper gadget
If it's clicking on all cylinders
To determine if I'm still a sizzler
But there's a possibility they'll just discover I've got maggots
The scratchy fog will not alight,
upon the eye's shield to the night.
On upward drafts of rumination,
Hypnos whirls past his noble station.
Like Greeks concealed inside the steed,
thoughts - swords drawn - wait to be freed,
upon a mind in blind delight,
which had prepared for restful night.
No sooner than my head was laid,
those Greeks unleashed their thund'rous raid.
Early to bed,
Early to rise.
"Never!" shout my untiring eyes.
Marauding Greeks, they battle still,
awakening every thought and will.
Hypnos! Have you forsaken me?
Like windless ship upon the sea.
Set sail from land of toil and schemes,
to reach the newfound shore of dreams.
Stuck bobbing on an ocean that,
but for the breeze, lay calm and flat.
And while a calm sea does evoke,
a peace in the more mundane folk.
It will not carry those who aim,
for distant haven o'er the main.
And so I utter this eclogue,
to beckon forth that scratchy fog,
to lull me down in the moonlight.
Happy slumbers to all,
and to all a good night.
A friend, when seeing folk he did not like,
Always said, they were not wired right.
Be male or female, black or white,
If he didn't like them for any reason,
Always said, they were not wired right.
Now I see the world in a terrible blight,
I find myself saying, we're not wired right.
Wars being fought in faraway lands,
Killing each other in tribal bands.
Terrible atrocities get worse by day and night,
I hear myself saying, we're not wired right.
Why do we kill each other, brother on brother?
When all we should do is love one another.
When Cain killed Abel out of spite,
Was it because he wasn't wired right?
Now I am coming to the end of my age,
It would be lovely to end the worlds rage.
All it needs is for the world to see the light,
Maybe, just maybe, we would be wired right
© Dave Timperley 11 August 2016
Ted Hughes warned of telegraph wires
and their tones that empty human bones
In this more modern digital age
I wonder too, through wired rage
Whether the internet, full of trolls and ****
Can perhaps evolve beyond its scorn
And become the tool for improving life,
Sharing ideas, battling strife
As our brains melt, and the icecaps too
It seems, surely the best thing to do
Is to ditch the trolls into the sea,
Re-wire, connect and find the key
Use it to solve the problems ahead
With enlightenment, not wired dread.
W as it just yesterday when
I found a vestibule
R ight next to my goals
E lse something is wrong, which brings
D elineation of a moral code!
I would set the world afire with political desire to achieve and to aspire.
I am going to be a political activist on women rights.
I have step-to-the-cause to claim ownership of my rights.
I am a political powerhouse not to deny.
I have Thunderclap and no response transgress.
Now the world I am within is in a doctrinal arrest.
Transmutation has taken place to transpire social injustice.
Transformation becomes work ethics.
The solidification of a soul is a sensation inner cored
Underlying posture of strength positioned to win.
Bearing the cargoes of a ship those encumbrances of conspiracy,
Insofar, I am the scent of my soul.
Therefore, I am a cannon passing through time not afraid to live for what is right.
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Penned on October 12, 2014 @ 12:11 AM EST!
Head hurts horrendously
Thundered thoughts throb
Manic mind melts
Bizarre brainwaves beckoning
Whatever wanders wayward
Furiously fueling falsehoods
Deepening demented delusions
Alliteration contest/Dr.Ram Mehta
7/07/2014
By:Greg Hoffman
Cut the rope, cut the tie,
No more need to cry.
Cut the rope, cut the lies,
Everyone around you dies.
Cut the rope, cut the tie,
What a mess, my, my.
But the rope, cut the wire,
I'll burn you in the fire.
I'm tired of this wired life,
Just stab it with a knife.
Just let it go,
No one will know...
I browse through all but it is with you I fall
Unplanned spot and plot, I dared took the shot
You lit my fire, you got me wired
You're so smart you got me from fresh start
Your creative art painted joy in my heart
You lit my fire, you got me wired
Your heartwarming style sweetened my bile
Like the lily in the Nile, easily you free my smile
You lit my fire, you got me wired
Beyond beauty are your thoughts
All of them got me caught
I tried to blot even fought
Still, you lit my fire, you got me wired
Thank God it's you I befall
Into good hands I thrall
No committed foul
Since you touched my soul
You lit my fire, you got me wired
(C) olive eloisa
8:11 pm
May 10, 2014
Contest Name: a poem you have not entered in a poetry soup contest #1
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
9th Place
I watch you dance at my demise
for you there's pleasure in my pain
I witness you're only happy
when I'm miserable once again
if I were burning in a pan
you would be turning up the heat
Somehow I am not a person
on my sorrow you wish to eat
I see your eyes as they sparkle
on those cruel lips you have a smile
I'm wired to your electric
you're the one turning up the dial
my only hope is to escape you
or you will hasten my demise
You are unconcerned with the truth
you luxuriate in your lies
I chose the ones who celebrate
who's spirits rise upon my glee
I'm lifted on their good wishes
they only want the best for me
I relegate you to memory
for me it's easier that way
You could have lived in my happy
now your locked in sad yesterday
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