Festination is a bitch

Today's rant concerns the centre of gravity for the human body.  This is important, so pay attention.  The center of gravity (aka  the center of mass)is that point at which mass is distributed equally.  Where it is on humans who are standing upright, with arms at their sides, you can fairly safely say the COG is located about 10 inches below the belly button. But the position of the COG moves around and its positions are dependent upon posture and the direction of limbs.  Not quite sure you understand this description of it's location?  Well you can figure out its exact position at any time using this equation

                    ∫R3ρ(r⃗ )⋅(r⃗ −r⃗ com)dV=0⃗

I vow never to use this method!

What use is this little package of information. Well, most of us parkies will develop the familiar parkie gait, which leads to a falling sensation.  You move your feet to counteract this feeling.  This gait is characterized by shuffling of the feet and the torso moving down and forward until the COG is located beyond the torso (outside of he body).  This causes the body to move faster and faster toward the COG, culminating in a fall.  If you feel like you're going to festinate, unless you take counter measures, you will festinate, not a fun experience. If you feel it coming on, sit down and the feeling will pass.  That is the solution to festination.

What is festination in Parkinson?

• In Parkinson's disease (PD), festination corresponds to a tendency to speed up when performing repetitive movements. First described in gait (and then in handwriting and speech), festination is one of the most disabling axial symptoms.(free dictionarycom.)

Don't trust your brain

 I am back......but  with a sad observation; emotions can be monsters in your mind and really, can you trust what you see?  I think I told about my encounter with the police resulting from an hallucination.  They were very understanding.  I thought the intruders were actually there.  The police initially searched the house, found nothing and I don't know what their next move would have been had my daughter-in-law not said, "He just said he thinks this must be an hallucination" and the topic turned to PD and PD drugs.  All's well that ends well.

I hadn't intended to bring this up except I have had a couple of hallucinations since and although not as dramatic, neither were they as scary.  I just tell myself:  Just another hallucination, go to sleep, and I do.

So beware your parky brain.  Take care of it but don't trust it. It is under attack and is losing its place as the king. 

Tomorrow, Friday at the latest the topic will be "Falls and PD"

IAIN'TAFRAIDOFNOVIRUS

 Living day-to-day is a luxury.  I know that.  I have PD.  So what!  My wife died at 70 from the big "C".  She missed the virus.  There are people out there with underlying conditions which make them ground Zero for a virus attack and I don't think PD qualifies as one of those conditions so I will just continue as Mr. Cool walking through molasses.

Wait a minute! 

People over 70 are also at risk!

Can't be.  

I am 74. 

Until now.

If anybody asks, I am 69!

the gate

the gate

 

There's a gate with no fence

But it's shut tight and locked

So stand on the outside and wait

my  time is a thread

pursuing the lock

So I rest with my lust on the gate

 

And off in the mist 

A glow in the darkness 

A woman of beauty and grace

her silks flow around her 

ethereal seduction

I doubt she'll remember my face 

 

We had spent time together

Disguised as young lovers​

That drive each other insane

But we did have our moments

Neither surrendered

​Just anger without any pain

 

She comes close beside me 

She whispers so lowly

Then I'm hither and thither and yon 

Make this night last forever

and don't be discouraged

If you find in the morning I'm gone

 

But where would you go

I asked her at midnight

A time when we askers can't wait 

I will just be a moment

She said through her smile

But I have to lock that old gate

 

I wanted to say 

you are liquid  today

Your clothes seem to flow with the rhyme

I was eager to stay

And bathe both your feet

and hopefully watch you bathe mine

 

Perhaps I was anxious

Perhaps I was frightened

perhaps there was no reason to stay

Our worn out romance

had gradually faded

Just gradually faded away

 

​She came back to me at twilight

with a vow to start over

She had her heart on her face

I was righteously scolded

and relentlessly molded

And properly put in my place

 

You think I don't know you

You think you can have me

Well I won't suffer the disgrace

when we broke into pieces

You plied me with poems

But it was time you had to embrace

 

Her voice became softer

Her sighs became stronger

She was certain her decision was right

She threw open the curtains

that remained in between us

and basked in the newly found light   

 

a tear in the fabric

Just growing desire 

She felt she had all it would take

​A rustle of slkens 

to debride the wound

And try to make me go straight

 

In the mist preens a couple

I fidget she trembles 

She's sweating while reading a line

You can lie here beside me

But seek absolution

then I will let you be mine

 

You must write me a poem

About a fence with no gate

and without any circular rhyme

Forget my desire

my lust will recover

you just have to give me more time 

 

the gate #2

the gate

 

There's a gate with no fence

But it's shut tight and locked

So stand on the outside and wait

my  time is a thread cocooning the lock

But the clock has its hand on the gate

 

​In the mist​ shines a figure

​who fiddles and fidgets​ 

​with a key that ​she wears round her neck on a chain

her eyes are the entrance

to thrills I'd forgotten

I release all the moths from my brain

 

​We had spent time together

Disguised as young lovers​

That drive each other insane

But it did have its moments

she didn't surrender

​Just anger without any pain​

 

​Now ​She beckons me, comforts me

grapples my mind

I'm hither and thither and yon 

Make the night last forever

and don't be discouraged

If you find in the morning I'm gone

 

But where would you go

I asked her at midnight

A time when we askers can't wait 

I will just be a moment

She said through her smile

But I have to lock that old gate

 

I ​know she remembered

b​ut we suffered in silence​

Perhaps we got lost in a shroud

we both could remember

​with passion and patience​

​Our thoughts never​ spoken aloud

 

​She arrived in the gloman

The very next day

She​ arrived with a memory trace

when you break me in pieces

It's not your fine poems

It's time that you have to embrace

 

​She flashes me slowly

​With things I desire 

but I know that I must be too late

​it's never tomorrow 

​but she suggests so sincerely 

your poetry just doesn't rate  ​

find me a fence without any gate

Until then you just have to wait 

I want a fence without any gate

 

the gate

 

There is a gate with no fence

But it's shut tight and locked

So stand on the outside and wait

my  time is a thread cocooning the lock

But the clock has its hand on the gate

 

Therein shines a figure 

standing guard with a key

she wears around her neck on a chain

her eyes are the entrance

to thrills I'd forgotten

I release all the moths from my brain

 

She beckons me, comforts me

grapples my mind

I'm hither and thither and yon 

Make the night last forever

and don't be discouraged

If you find in the morning I'm gone

 

But where would you go

I asked her at midnite

A time when askers can't wait 

I will just be a moment

She said through her smile

But I have to lock up that old gate

 

 I waited and waited

but nobody came

Perhaps I was lost in a cloud

She could smell my resistance

from that year long ago 

that neither had spoken aloud

 

Then she came from a place 

where angels reside

She came with a scowl on her face

you mean little to me

so little you see

It's time to get out of my place

 

 

 Normally, she muttered

 I'd have given you this key

 Not now,  you came back too late  

try rereading this missive

though with luck you might find

 There's a fence without any gate

OK DRAFT #10 * At last, I think

While traveling at the speed of dark
I came upon a listener.
I spoke to her of life and things,
But just above a whisper,
For fear she would break my heart,
If all my words should miss her.

my future life was tremulous

True there was no risk

We had spent a thousand nights one day

Writing on my wrist

Forget me not, forget me soon

My thoughts of her persist

and never in my neverland

will ever be dismissed

You see you start with nothing

And the years just rumble past

You win a few & lose a few

you try to make life last

 But I was farthings short and anyway

This die was all but cast

she turned to me and bid me go

I hadn't meant to see her

I'd wandered around aimlessly 

My brain did not deliver

my memory gave her the right 

to deny my right to be there

"What more could you require?" she said

"That life did not provide you?"

A removal of the pablum whey  

Where God had tried to hide you

I very nearly choked on it

While trying to lie beside you

"That was then and then is now

Your life has seen the glory 

The sputnik of the everlast

The spelling of our story

You shouldn't even stoop to ask

But I must say I'm sorry. 

I have to ask you please retire

And leave me slowly molding

My world consists of lonely dreams

And I exist there boldly

I think I've gone quite mad, you  see

I ask your understanding"

But I didn't want to come here

I came here by mistake

I know my future is my past

It's not too hard to take

I will even drop a lusty smile

A smile's not hard to fake 

And anyway my tragedy

Is still keeping me awake

Adieu farewell adieu old friend

My wish  will ever be

glad tidings flow to you and yours

I hope you will agree

you've lived too  long within yourself

please set your spirit free

For life is not a season

or so the shamen say

Deliverance is optional

Pray find another way

to end your isolation

and re-live another day

But frankly I no longer care

For I'm not here to stay

As I rode into the darkness

I had to turn around

I saw her there half quaking

 kneeling on the ground

arms raised in supplication

She spoke but made no sound

I stopped for I was curious

of what she had to say

Listening through waxed paper

her words just minced away 

I heard her voice calling but

I had no need to stay

my wisdom was extraneous

no reason I should stay

She once had shone so brilliantly

And fubarred* up my path

But now so dark and painful

She ne'er deserved my wrath

I had passed her on the straightaway 

And we both had finished last.

But in that fine sub rosa sway

That sweet dismissive siren

Had brightened up my day

*fubar is an adjective which is short for "fucked up

beyond all recognition" I have used is a verb 

because it suits the situation