Illness

WMD By jfarrell Dressed in my fred flinstone trunks, Riding my silver surfer surf board; I crest the wave of fire, I crash into the wave of ice And howl in fury. That bloody unicorn’s got my bag of weed! I crash up against a barrier and feel myself enve

WMD

By jfarrell

 

Dressed in my fred flinstone trunks,

Riding my silver surfer surf board;

I crest the wave of fire,

I crash into the wave of ice

And howl in fury.

 

That bloody unicorn’s got my bag of weed!

I crash up against a barrier and feel myself enveloped,

Spider’s web spinning about me

Faster and faster…..

 

Damn…. this is a nifty looking space suit….

How does it work?

Of course!

Control panel on left arm (it’s in all the films).

 

WHOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHH…….

That unicorn ain’t getting away with my weed!

I rise over my black, silvery ocean of flu

And look around…

 

THERE!

At the epicentre….

There’s my bag of weed…

BOOOOOMMMMM!!!!!!!

 

As I explode into a half dozen quick sneezes,

Which brings me to 2-3 minutes of coughing my lungs out…

I find the coffee I’m looking for and reach for it.

I can barely register the supermarket about me, my very empty basket.

 

A virus is at work in my body;

Recreating it’s nastiness and passing it on with my every breath;

But I still gotta do the shopping;

Haven’t eaten in 3 days.

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

have you seen my unicorn? little fellow, black feathers, one shine horn..... and stolen bag of weed.... reward offered

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Fevered visions

Fevered visions

By jfarrell

 

6 or 7 years old;

I wake in the night, desperate for the toilet

Rush out to bathroom

To see a bright, glowing light emerge

From the bottom of the stairs.

 

Fled in terror back to my bed;

Don’t know what I saw,

But by the time I was under the covers, hiding

It was a glowing skeleton wrapped in chains;

Aglow.

 

Another, flu, bug blurred night;

Awaking again;

This time, the walls and floor go;

As I look, everything recedes, at high speed,

Into an unreachable distance;

There is no floor, just me, the bed

And a dark, bottomless chasm.

 

And the ones I really hate…

I awake to find my bedding is somehow alive,

An intelligent, thinking, malevolent entity

Hell-bent on suffocating me, tying me down;

Holding me responsible for horrid crimes

I can’t remember.

 

Maybe we can’t cure flu,

Because it’s really tiny aliens

Hell-bent

On messing with our heads.

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

fever - the strongest hallucinagen known to science

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She has Fallen Ill

May she get well soon,


A heart so lively,


And kind,


And beautiful she is like the moon.


 

She talks like a baby,


In a manner so cute,


An endless storage of stories,


Are there in her psyche.


 

Oh God! Relieve her from her pain,


She deserves to shine,


Like a rainbow,


Over and aver again.


 

Her smile is matchless truly,


Touches those nearby,


Her mind is a mirror,


That anyone can see clearly.


 

May God be merciful,


Taking away all her agony,


From her heart and soul,


May she remain ever beautiful.


 

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Morristown Hamblen Healthcare

I developed an ileus from being constipated.

This isn't something that's being exaggerated.

It's a blockage of the intestines, that's something I soon realized.

For a week and a half, my illness caused me to be hospitalized.

I was admitted at Morristown Hamblen Healthcare.

The ileus caused me to be hospitalized there.

The hospital was located in Morristown, Tennessee.

I couldn't eat or drink, I was connected to an I.V.

What happened to me can cause quite a scare.

I was treated well while I was hospitalized there.

It was over a week before I was put on solid foods.

I couldn't eat or drink, it put me in quite a bad mood.

Going to that hospital turned out to be a good decision.

While I was there, I mostly watched television.

After being treated with medication, my ileus ceased.

After ten days, I was better and I was released.

The medication I received drastically improved my digestive flow.

If you become ill, Morristown Hamblen Healthcare is an excellent hospital to go.

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Black Fever

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Cthulhu Mythos

Painful and fatal disease

Not of this world...

Drawn down by Surama

Former priest of Atlantis.

 

Surama was a mummy;

But back restored to life

By a necromantic ritual

Performed in North Africa.

 

Wisdom and power

If the disease was spread.

Disgusted with this idea,

Surama left the humane.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Mythos poem.

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Cancer Coaster

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The Rest

6 weeks 3 days and 4 hours.  Less than 2 months and life has been redesigned around me.  Mother now patient, child now carer, home now prison, hospital now home.  Every day the probabilities evolve and normality changes.  Prognoses masking people behind the portion of each percent. 

 

Each day at a time.  Each life sucking, drawn out, cancer filled day.  Fighting to climb out of the miasma of everything to do with the disease, desperate to see glimpses of an old reality around it.  How do you deal with something this outrageously huge and unfair?

 

You do. 

 

You draw on the visceral core of what it is to be human.  To survive. 

 

This battle has only just had it's lines drawn.  We are outnumbered 4 to 1.  And if our surgeon decides the battle is not, on balance, to our benefit 3/4 of our troops leave with him.  20% chance we stand relatively whole, enemy slain in 5 years.  If we fight alone it's 5%.  No general would authorise this fight, but they are not in charge.  It is the common people, clawing until their last breath breath to protect the loved ones and way of life they leave behind.

 

Chemical warfare and targeted strikes.  Lots of collateral damage.  Many times ahead, looking at the suffering and doubting this is worthwhile. 

 

Each day at a time.  Each painful, nauseous, fearful day.  To survive.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is about the fight I'm going through with my Mum.  I'm her primary carer and she has pancreatic cancer.  If you know nothing about it and are curious try www.pancreaticcancer.org.uk.  It is the least treatable type of cancer.  Only 20% of people discover it before it's spread because it causes few symptoms early that are not easy to write off to other causes.  Of those people with localised tumours, 1 in 5 won't be able to have surgery because major vessels are involved.  Of those who have surgery only about 20 percent don't die of complications, recurrence or spread in 5 years.  Don't ignore persistent indigestion, unexplained weight loss or unusual toilet habits.  Get checked out.

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tough decision

 

 

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ihGCj5mfCk8

(^right click and open in new tab^)

 

dear mommy,

 

dear dad,

 

i remember

 

what we had,

 

i know you couldn't afford

 

the bills and the pain,

 

for you had your own 

 

from the past

 

that did remain,

 

i appreciate

 

the decision you made,

 

i know it was hard

 

to leave me in that ward,

 

but now i'm well

 

it's over...the hell,

 

my new mom and dad

 

have loved me dearly,

 

i just want to say

 

i love you,

 

sincerely.

 

 

12:31 PM 7/21/2013 ©

 

............

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

many children never live or get the care they need in america, and the choices parents are forced to make are extremely difficult and are made with love of the unconditional kind.

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Endangered Species

I traveled miles out of town to see your face today,

Drove past the city limits through the desert far away,

Surrounded by barbed wire and a K-9 crew or two,

I wondered would I meet Mr. Houdini here?…or you?

You stood behind a piece of glass that stifled every word,

It didn’t matter though, the plea for help could still be heard.

The room was filled with people shouting loudly through the glass,

I even heard a woman tell her friend to "Kiss my a-s!".

Two hours passed too quickly and it hurt to say goodbye,

And as I left I winked as if to say, "See, I won’t cry".

I’ll stand beside you always with each letter that I write,

I know we’ll figure out how we’ll get through each lonely night.

The part that really gets me is the way we build in space,

But where are all the brains to help reform our HUMAN RACE?

We teach the kids by actions we display to shoot and kill,

Then lock them up, ignore them, and complain about the bill.

It’s "rehabilitation" at it’s best here at the zoo,

And a label of psychosis makes a tort hard to pursue.

The workers only give a damn about their lazy hides,

At best they blame the inmate’s past, not really look inside.

"Who cares about some kid who got pissed off and shot the block!!

We’ll just give him some lithium and blame it on hard rock!!

Just watch your back and get the check, that’s all that we can do,

For people locked away in super-max like SMU."

Abuse of all this power will be sure to make life worse,

Unless we conquer fears of ones who feed into this curse.

The men who claim it’s their right to judge that a single life,

Could possibly be worth no more than all this time in strife,

They need to learn a lesson ‘bout how wrong a "right" can be

When men abuse their right to power close their eyes, refuse to see.

I’ll see you here again and pray each night and every day,

Don’t worry ‘bout my love ‘cause it won’t ever go away,

But if by chance we drift apart I’ll hold this memory dear,

It’s taught me that with lack of love all humans know….

…….is fear.

Copyright © 2002 Liz Peterson-Braveheart

Author's Notes/Comments: 

About having a loved one in a super max prison.

Feeding off of the sickness itself

CRACKED, SHATTERED, FUCKING BATTERED.

your cold eyes are like a knife coiling through my heart, & from the very start I knew you were ill intentioned.

manifesting hate & digging it into others like it's their own fault...

& your compliment was a penalty..

then you proclaim, that i'm not how you'd like me to be.

i'll rip this knife from my chest & show you I know myself best.

 

melancholy self destruction, the world around me spiraling into more corruption..

when will Jesus come & be my abduction..?

to free me from this ever-traveling fog..

saliva like venom.. taste just like a bleeding throat infection..

if my feelings were in a needle, i'd give you the injection.

the effects would prove to be quite unexpected.

your vision may experience some clarification..

your body will crave detoxification.

maybe you would stop harming yourself, & run towards perfection..

instead of feeding off of the sickness itself.. 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I was really feeling this when I wrote it a couple--few months back.. sometimes I wish it could of been longer.

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