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My Old Friend

I missed you
My good friend
We can share a pew
And transcend

Transcend my feelings
My feelings of obscurity
In all routine dealings
Reducing my security

Fall left to right
Shift backwards
The sun so bright
Unable to say words

Where do you hide
In the summertime
Where do you reside
Rushing back time after time

To disrupt my life
Bewitching me
Causing such strife
Not letting me flee

Fleeing the troubles
Fleeing the nuisance
Fleeing the intangibles
Fleeing the assurance

Assurances of stability
Assurances of normality
Assurances of survivability
Assurances of congeniality

I become tired
I become annoyed
I become angered
I become destroyed

Hard to accept
This reoccurring crap
Not well kept
In this sinister trap

Trap of denial
Trap of betrayal
Trap of carnal
Trap of abnormal

This is not just
Give me relief
Can you adjust
And reduce your grief

You must
No other choice
Or you will rust
And lose your voice

Stay steady
Bulk up
Reduce your anxiety
Accept your cup

Feel

Feel
 
What does a baby feel
In the womb or newborn
Joy and pain are real
The debate is torn
 
Torn between alive or what
A newborn is alive
There is no but
It can live and strive
 
What about a fetus
In the womb
Do you have a treatise
Or do you leave the room
 
No regard for science
It is living
Against your defiance
Answers are missing
 
When does the heartbeat
Not months but weeks
Six weeks like a drumbeat
The heart speaks
 
When the heart stops
We are declared dead
The blood flow drops
And life has fled
 
If you are born
You are alive with heartbeats
But not if you are unborn
Who cares if it repeats
 
Then comes your nervous process
Developing soon after the heart starts
Reflexes begin to progress
And pain is its counterpart
 
Yes pain is present
In the womb
Many will dissent
But it is not your gloom or doom
 
Babies move away from the intruder
Babies shrink from the abortions tools
Babies jerk from the pursuer
Babies not understanding the rules
 
How about brain waves
The fetus starts around forty days
We are on our way to our graves
If our brains are not ablaze
 
What is life
A heartbeat
A nervous system
A brain wave
 
I want all three
Many will disagree
But they are free
To argue with me