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| Tremor Tales page 25 |
| My New Decree I raise my face to sunshine warmth, As I stroll the beach in solitude. It soothes my soul, it lifts my mood Here on a shore much like that in Corinth. Gone are racing thoughts, and headaches Brought on in my place of employment Where children scream and rake My senses, until I'm wholly spent. And my tremor out of control. This, my stroll, my decreed parole From also an English speech course Made trying when medication's force Drags me down and limits concentration, Has brought about a determination To make a new decree: Distress permitted Only where I'm not; to this I am committed. |
| Self-Imposed Isolation Within my heart in a corner secret Dwells a tremor secret, caught in my net Of self-imposed isolation. Dare I expose it? Tell it? Free myself from bearing it alone? Would those I tell think me a griping crone, Though young and physically strong? I must tell, show it, right or wrong, For all four corners of many hearts Hold empathy with joy they impart. Upon this I will place my trust And speak of it, show it. Thus I will be free of self-imposed isolation, And my fear it'll receive denigration. |
| Hiding Their Magnet Look at that guy's shakes, Larry. He challenged me to a game of darts. The D B S on his T-shirt must stand For dartboard simpleton. Those holes In the wall next to the dartboard Are from his screwed-up aim. Think I'll take him up on his challenge, Make some easy change. What's with the magnet, pal? Every time you put it against your Collarbone, your aim improves. Some kind of ritual? Let me try it. Maybe it'll fix my aim. Only works for you? Yeah, right. Keep it; I didn't want it anyway. Would you believe it, Larry, that clown Beat me. Sure, laugh. What? D B S stands for Deep Brain Stimulation? And that magnet Turned a battery in his chest on and off? The battery sent power through wires to his Brain and steadied his aim? Why I oughta Choke that cheater! Next time I play darts With anyone with D B S printed On his shirt I'm hiding his magnet! |
| Dr. Jekyl And Mr. Hyde "Back off!" he warned, "You gang of thugs. You don't want to mess with me, I've a monster inside. Make me angry and I'll set him loose on you." The thugs just scoffed, and slunk in closer. "Alright," he growled, "You asked for it." And, like one gone mad, he laughed "Hahahaha!" and pressed his DBS controller Against his chest and turned off his stims. Instantly, his body twisted and shook. The thugs stopped short, eyes bulging with fear, And took off screaming for their mamas. Laughing at this, he turned his stims back on And shouted at their fleeing backsides, "I'm Dr. Jekyl, and you just escaped Mr. Hyde!" |
| My Psyche And My Soma Psyche free of my soma, I'm carefree. Of course my ignorant of this counselor Thought she had gotten caring out of me When I then make my soma say, "I don't care That I tremor." (Her method was to bully) Must end this freedom, for my soma's Too calm look is causing her alarm. Sadly, I hurry my psyche back aboard Before she can take it to some psych ward. And I say, "Can you see I'm uncaring, How deep it is by my bearing?" "You've gone a bit extreme," she said, vexed. "Perhaps caused by your bullying, ma'am?" And I left her, miffed and perplexed. With psyche outside my soma again, I walk it home past throngs of people, Psyche distant from its tremor troubles |
| Sneaky Tremor Jerk I knew it was coming, I just knew it! But I kept the juice filled glass held Over the desk, too stubborn to allow Its power to take over my hand. Foolish, but I was determined It would not! take my hand over. Right. It hit, the hard jerk of tremor. And I squeezed the glass so tightly To control it, I overcompensated And caused my hand to shake wildly. Out whipped juice onto the keyboard. I grabbed the mouse pad to soak it up, (Of course it didn't do the job), Then I typed the alphabet. Yup, Nothing. From now on, when this sneaky Jerk creeps up to hastle me, I'll quickly sit on its victim, my hand, To show it I'm wise to its devious plan. |
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