As I Arise
by Ben Dover
published April 2017
When I look around my world
in the morning, what do I see?
Normally I am seated half laying
down in my tilt back chair, and
eyes about one half open. I then
look at each thing appearing in the
sphere of my world that becomes
visible to my wondering eyes.
I have not yet lit the light in the
room, so everything is somewhat
in a rather dense fog. In reality,
it is my brain that is still in a fog,
rather dense, and therefore it is not
completely the fault of room lighting.
I must mentally access all of
my body parts, one by one, and
assure myself that all of them are
in place and will obey my mental
commands. After all, those parts
are eighty seven years old, and
can't be expected to be waiting
for an order to move, especially
in a prescribed direction. There is
no real nor justified reason to distrust
any of those parts, nor their
movements simply because I am
not yet fully awake.
however, I have become vividly
aware that age will frequently
present its frailties and indicate an
unwillingness to cooperate fully,
unless commands are definite and
Now that I have cleared my conscience
and have admitted to the
frailties that have imposed themselves
on this old and somewhat
dilapidated and degrading concoction
of physio-skeletal inclusions,
titled a human body, I can get to
the meat of this ultra-valued, and
highly sophisticated article.
In reality, I don't have much
of great importance to relate, but
now the I have your attention, I
What are you planning to do today?
Have you ever read a column
of this kind in which someone is
genuinely interested in provoking
an interest in what you might do?
Well, I am that type of person. I
like to apply an attempt to create a
desire to think. I have spent a lifetime
of either deciding how to do
a thing or maybe alter an existing
item or situation in which alteration
might appear as positive.
Even in the musical field, there
is still room for the creation of
acceptable smoothness and the
demonstrating of real talent.
Screaming wildly into a microphone
doesn't really do it for me.
I remember some of those things
from those greats of old who gave
us peace and a degree of solace
during world war two. It seemed,
Gold stars were appearing much
more frequently, but we seemed
At that time we could still
understand the words along with
Have a nice day ...