A Shot Of Adrenaline

As day progresses the Pregabalin loses

control over my central nervous system,

early morning all feeling is gone; used to

kick off my shoes, now  can keep them on 

until the afternoon when nerve signals from 

my feet reach my brain demanding  release 

immediately, my hands obey willingly

My early morning face, nice and pale, now

starts to glow again, cheeks red; doing neck

exercise cause nerve endings to complain,

and when feeling upset the same fever of

my youth appears - seems I have more

adrenaline than Pregabalin can stop, my

nervous system can override any drug

A comforting thought - any drug aborts

when I need a shot of adrenaline…

Lyrica Dairies 15 August 2012

Longing To Express Feelings

Three of use at work have the same 

Astrogenetic sign, conceived in the

same time period, all three have to

be stuffed full of medication in order

to make it in a routine world of duty

without time for dreams and visions

One publishes without marketing so  

his books don’t sell, then Madame

Pompadour can only work when

held in a soundproof cell, the third,

me, can only sit still when heavily

dosed to stop flow of adrenaline

To stop the surge of feelings within,

all three bound to live in world made

for Capricorns- focused, determined

Virgos- calm and analytical, lovely

Librans weighing pros and cons

Scorpios organised and strong

While we three, genetically marked

by the electromagnetic radiation of

the Gemini-Cancer configuration -

longing to express feelings - must

translate scientific lines - starved,

caged, ear-phoned and drugged

To do our cold work - we should

not be cooped up with the music

in our soul wasted on research of

scientific terms instead of writing

mesmerising lines - I visualise a

wonderful new world in which

We shall be free to officially weave

dreams and feelings to enrich the

lives of the realistic signs and help

Pisceans and Aquarians to refine

their visions; use the enthusiasm

of Aries, Leo and Sagittarius

To accomplish wonderful ideals -

towing languid Taurus along to a

wonderful new world of comfort

in inner peace…

This Spastic Person

Pulling faces as I push my head

into my neck to realign vertebrae

that cause pain as this exercise

requires effort until feeling pain -

thus I’m in pain all day long

Everybody awed by the faces I

make in my strenuous attempt to

reach the threshold of pain, but it

is not possible, my brain refuses

to hurt itself, my hands useless  

Waiting for the lift practising bends

enabling me to touch my toes; the

poor security men watching us on

closed circuit TV must wonder why

this spastic person works here

Looking like an angry English lady  

discovering dust on her bookcase,

nose in the air - to become pain-

free I remain in pain all day, isn’t

this just amazing!

The Only Excitement

Since my car is new I feel it incumbent

upon me to practice for emergencies –

accelerating as the robot changes and

overtaking when slower vehicles bar the

way - I’m not a road-hog - I must know

how to act in difficult situations

I learned slowing down requires moving

slowly back from six to five and so on

to second gear - otherwise confusion

reigns when accelerating is suddenly

required - I respect pedestrians - but

they CAN see my intentions

We enjoy challenging each other, at least

I do and HOPE they do so too- but for my

sins the electric windows would not open

when I entered the parking garage - aha,

a sign from the gods they are dissatisfied

with my prowess on the roads

I shall improve my driving as of now; well,

I always tell myself I shall - but I seldom

take my own advice – maybe this is the

day to change my life, becoming a calm

phlegmatic behind the steering wheel -

NAH - it is the only excitement I have…

(I must be sanguine and melancholic,
doing the right thing does not come 
easily, my feelings get in the way)

Incorrectly Plugged

Admiral Teutenberg, Teutonic Titan Rear Admiral
claims R34-million+ per year is needed to operate
South Africa’s fleet of three submarines stranded
in dry dock for operational repairs
 
Author Andrew Feinstein cries foul play, saying
dubious quality equipment was sold at inflated
prices-yet Commander Handsome Matsane’s
officers on the submarine called:
 
The SAS Queen Modjadji claim they did not even
notice when they struck the ocean floor and the
SAS Manthatisi crashed into a quoy damaging
the steering mechanism - while -
 
An incorrectly plugged power cable into the power-
supply on shore caused damages, looks like human
error caused the Modjadji bump and the Manthatisi
crash into a quoy, doesn’t it?
 
Feinstein might find blame in the personnel operating
high-tech submarines produced in Germany – this is
also applicable to the complaints of Greece and
Portugal, I would speculate…
 
 
Summary and Quotes From article “High ‘N Dry” by
Robby Jordan, in the Sunday Times 12 August 2012
on p.1

Danger And Gloom

Sipping tea with cinnamon and salt-
the only way to combat the bland taste of
tea without sugar – I recalled the reasons
why I don’t like reading stories such as
The Hound of the Baskervilles
 
Bogs, moors, quagmires, a curse, an evil
black hound and a brooding atmosphere
of danger and gloom become real until I
live in the same fear of the unknown and
feel the confusion of the characters
 
My own world changes into a dangerous
place and the cold and threats estrange
me from everything I want to be loving
and good; tonight I finally reached the
end of the story - all is resolved
 
The heir suffered such a shock he needs
time to recuperate - and so do I, feeling
fearful and lonely even while sitting
next to my beloved - my mind still
caught in the dreadful tale
 
I can’t break the spell of this dark Sherlock
Holmes adventure dampening my spirits -
only a positive new story describing a safe
world could take the darkness away, to-
morrow to the library to find one…

 
 
‘Sherlock Holmes  - The Hound of the
Baskervilles’ – Sir Arthur Conan Doyle,
first appeared in 1901

Resigned

Lost capacity to imagine someone listening,

people are ideas in the mind - and my mind
stopped conjuring people – I am two typing
hands, two unfocused eyes and a voice out
of tune, music gone, becoming a maddened
Vivaldi spring
 
I cannot imagine any benevolent intelligent
energy creating worlds, manifesting in every
being, reality being 4 walls and TV repeating
Top Gear - I want one thing only: translating
for a salary - today does not count because
we all work
 
To provide for that terrible time when we shall
be forced to live in decaying bodies - no-one
allowed to plan their own death with grace -
waiting like dumb animals for the last bell to
toll - while modern medicine gobbles up the
amassed wealth
 
We did not enjoy in our youth - we keep
working, losing all feeling -  luckily the
pain is gone - the main obstacle to
being resigned with life…