The following poem represents an epileptic seizure told in the language of EEG
~~~~^^^colors and lightening^^^~~~~
~~~~^^^and feeling of frightening^^^~~~~
^^~~~^^^and noises and static^^^~~~^^
^^^~~~~^^^my focus erratic^^^~~~~^^^
~~~~VVV^^quickening, deafening^^VVV~~~~
VVV~~~^^storming, advancing^^~~~VVV
~~~^^^blazes of white^^^~~~
^^^~~~~undesired, but entrancing~~~~^^^
~~~^^^^closing the window^^^^~~~
^^^~~~~it's trapped in my brain~~~~^^^
~~~~^^^and I am trapped, too^^^~~~~
^^^^~~~till the storm starts to wane~~~^^^^
~~~~^^^when the colors and lights^^^~~~~
^^^^~~~fade away....fade away~~~^^^^
~~~~^^^the window will open^^^~~~~
^^^^~~~and I can go play~~~^^^^
"Looking Out The Window"
Michael Pealow..."Meandering Michael"
dedicated to his daughter, Jade
The poem was inspired by an image posted on the March 12
"Every Photo Tells A Story"
Photo by Caroline "Flying"
The Zen in You
NoWordz
On February 26, this was my entry to Every Photo Tells A Story .
I watch the children go flying by,
A silent tear moistening my eye
I think of joys in times gone past,
Of youthful glee and greener grass
It seems just yesterday, I was flying too.
A kid in the clouds, the world brand new
But the years go by, and I grow old
That world, once warm, now grows cold
Don't get me wrong, with joy I rhyme
I only wish I had more time
James Parker
~~~~^^^colors and lightening^^^~~~~
~~~~^^^and feeling of frightening^^^~~~~
^^~~~^^^and noises and static^^^~~~^^
^^^~~~~^^^my focus erratic^^^~~~~^^^
~~~~VVV^^quickening, deafening^^VVV~~~~
VVV~~~^^storming, advancing^^~~~VVV
~~~^^^blazes of white^^^~~~
^^^~~~~undesired, but entrancing~~~~^^^
~~~^^^^closing the window^^^^~~~
^^^~~~~it's trapped in my brain~~~~^^^
~~~~^^^and I am trapped, too^^^~~~~
^^^^~~~till the storm starts to wane~~~^^^^
~~~~^^^when the colors and lights^^^~~~~
^^^^~~~fade away....fade away~~~^^^^
~~~~^^^the window will open^^^~~~~
^^^^~~~and I can go play~~~^^^^
"Looking Out The Window"
Michael Pealow..."Meandering Michael"
dedicated to his daughter, Jade
The poem was inspired by an image posted on the March 12
"Every Photo Tells A Story"
Photo by Caroline "Flying"The Zen in You
NoWordz
On February 26, this was my entry to Every Photo Tells A Story .
I watch the children go flying by,
A silent tear moistening my eye
I think of joys in times gone past,
Of youthful glee and greener grass
It seems just yesterday, I was flying too.
A kid in the clouds, the world brand new
But the years go by, and I grow old
That world, once warm, now grows cold
Don't get me wrong, with joy I rhyme
I only wish I had more time
James Parker
In the eyes of a child you will learn how to see,
That your world's spinning round,
And through life you will be,
A small part of the hope of the love that exists.
In the eyes of a child you will see
The Moody Blues
My Daddy gave me a song a few years back from an album called "the View From the Hill' by Justin Hayward..."Billy". About a teen who lost his way and his story ends in tragedy...like some recent news headlines. It is so sad, but so true.
"It's a sad world, when there's no one,
who can reach out,
to the source of your pain"
Justin Hayward
submitted by Tish
That your world's spinning round,
And through life you will be,
A small part of the hope of the love that exists.
In the eyes of a child you will see
The Moody Blues
My Daddy gave me a song a few years back from an album called "the View From the Hill' by Justin Hayward..."Billy". About a teen who lost his way and his story ends in tragedy...like some recent news headlines. It is so sad, but so true.
"It's a sad world, when there's no one,
who can reach out,
to the source of your pain"
Justin Hayward
submitted by Tish
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