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Movement to music, the two combined
Brings happiness to many, dancing a line
Whatever the age, ability or time
Smiles and laughter, confirm all is fine

Doesn't matter if training, leads the way
Or enjoyment the factor, making the day
Special activity, in sharing that gives
Freedom from tension, to healthily live

Simple movements, bodies can relax
Allowing the music, to release not tax
Lifting emotions, so special and unique
Fun filled activity, for everyone to keep

Tingling sensation
needles pins,
starts in hand.
The fun begins.
Straight to face all along the arms.
too late,
No warnings
No alarms!
Numbness moves,
cheek lips tongue.
Oh yes!
Oh boy!
We’re gona have fun.

Wish the ground would stop its reeling,
better sit down,
here’s a dizzy feeling,
Can’t keep my breakfast down
It's time for me to stop
moving myself around
Full volume whistle
in one ear,
The lights so loud
It’s getting near.
Not long to go,
before red hot pain
intense, Pound,
Pound,
Pound,
Pound
pounding,
throbbing brain.

Zigzag daggers, flashing lights,
stabs deep inside,
hurts my eye
Blinds my sight.
It would be quite trippy,
if the pain would go away
Now it starts to bashing,
Pounding!
Hammering!
Throbbing,
Crashing,
my heads feels like it’s being smashed in.
over and over,
and over, and over, and over,
over, and over
and over again
There is no way I can win,
I give up!
I quit,
I’m done now!
I Give In!
Can’t take those thermonuclear reactions,
Need dark and silence,
I need no distractions.
No pain if I’m unconscious.
There's no reaction.

There's just no point in using simple medication,
It needs complete sedation, throughout the whole the duration.
Because that’s all you can really do,
when a really bad migraine
really really really

really gets hold of you.

Lose your footing.
Reach out to find 'there's nothing to stop you from falling.
The ground just gives way, though you are sitting still.

Emotions shift like time-lapsed seasons caught in a seamless loop, but are forms of winter collapsing inwards - though you are sitting still.

You're in two places at once, though you are sitting still.

Sometimes you don't need anyone,
and want to be alone.
Keep the distance away from people.
You've suddenly became a loner.
Less talk.
Sad eyes.
No more smile and laugh between us.
You shield yourself.

Then I realized.
Actually you just want to be found.
With them asking "are you okay?"
That is enough for you.

As the nights grow short and my soul grows long
you can find me by the river
where hope caries on

tell all these stones in my heart
were only sand in the sea

At Horror Hospital in the Emergency Ward, strange practices are being carried out, like digging for veins to fit canulas, my arm was a victim when it blew up like a balloon and it started to bleed, do they know what they are doing ?. Another situation, why are they starving me when I am diabetic ?. They must know the risks low glycemic levels can cause, though they continue to do this. I personally think they have lost the plot; the ailment I have is a virus so they infuse me with antibiotics which is non effective against this problem, I am not happy about this practice and feel this could have been avoided with tablets. This I feel is incompetence that is why I don't like this hospital as it feels more like a prison sentence.

Author: John Ginesi
Written: 6th November 2018

I see girls here
I see girls there
I cannot make a POST

CS doesnt allow me to,
Girls becomes GHOST !!!

(haahaahaa there are girls, even better if i say boys also, they try to find MEN-IN-BLACK, sometime they try to gues 'M out using MACHEINEs oops!!! LOOK MA---I DONT HAVE HEALTH !!!)

Sunday morning, looks like rain
Cars parked along a country lane
The Ramblers are abroad again
Eager for the fray

Checking contents of rucksacks
That they will sling across their backs
In case of rain they carry macs
And so begins their day
______
No spring chickens in this band
As they stride forth across the land
Off they go with sticks in hand
Each one a fearless rover

But It’s not like walking in the town
With nice flat pathways on the ground
And you can bet your very last pound
That someone will fall over
______
It’s not that they are all too old
To be out in the wet and cold
And all in all they’re very bold
To set out on the trek

It’s just that some of them have to fight
To walk and keep themselves upright
And on their feet they’re not so light
One usually hits the deck
______
Muddy patches are the worst
To elderly hikers they’re a curse
And all are wondering who’ll slip first
Sprawled out in a puddle

Are you alright? are the first words spoken
Then they check for bones that are broken
Everyone’s concern has been awoken
As round him they all huddle
______
The dangers out there are untold
It’s not just about the wet and cold
If you fall down when you are old
The outcome could be dire

So put yourself not through the test
Just leave the outdoors to the rest
Who are not so far past their best
And stay home by the fire

We grow old not from an old age
Not from the lived years.
We grow old for fatigue,
For offenses and from sins.

From melancholy and hopelessness,
From unfulfilled love,
From everyday hopelessness,
Daily vanity

From cares that are only multiplied
From problems that don't decide
We grow old before age
Because souls are dried up.