Olver Knose

Oliver Knose Takes Charge of His Health

Well, folks, Oliver Knose here. You might say my schnoz has always gotten me into trouble. It's the size of a Kalamata olive, for crying out loud! But you know what else it's good for? Sniffing out a problem.

For four years, I walked around with a whopper of a growth in my lungs, the size of another olive, no less! Every cough felt like a dragon trying to escape my chest. You'd think that would get a doctor's attention, right? Wrong. Primary care? More like "primary ignore" in my case.

Let me tell you, it was frustrating. Deflating, even. But here's the thing: I got fed up with feeling lousy. Maybe it took a giant growth in my lungs, but I finally learned a valuable lesson: my health is my responsibility.

Now, I ain't saying doctors are bad guys. But sometimes, the system gets jammed. So, I bypassed the gatekeeper and went straight for a specialist. Did my nose lead me the right way this time? You bet! Finally, someone listened.

Now, I'm working with a whole team of folks who get it. They're taking care of me, and let me tell you, it feels good. It feels empowering. Sure, it took a health scare the size of a fruit basket to get me here, but hey, better late than never, right?

Here's the inspiration, folks: Don't be afraid to be your own health advocate. Ask questions, push for answers, and if something feels off, don't let it go. Your body is whispering to you, learn to listen.

And hey, if you have a honker like mine, maybe use it to sniff out a good doctor!

Remember, you are the guardian of your own health. Take charge, be your own Oliver Knose, and don't let anything (or anyone) stand in the way of getting the care you deserve. 

I powerful mancub

 

"I not appropriate... I am Powerful!" little sprout RemJim declared

(In a hushed, but excited voice) Gather 'round, little ones! Mowgli here, with a tale spun from the deepest vines of the jungle, a story about a man-cub named RemJim! Now, RemJim, he was a little sprout, barely seven summers old, with a mane of wild hair and a heart full of untamed spirit. Just like this old wolf, Akela, RemJim wasn't one for stuffy manners and proper etiquette. Oh, no! He'd rather wrestle with a rogue mongoose than hold a spoon the "right" way.

One day, while RemJim's parents, bless their hearts, were trying to teach him the finer points of polite society, RemJim stomped his little foot and declared, "I not appropriate... I am Powerful!" Now, that caused a bit of a kerfuffle! You see, manners and power, they can go paw in paw, much like Bagheera and Shere Khan, though never quite friends.

But here's the thing, little ones, that RemJim, in his wildness, wasn't entirely wrong. True power doesn't come from shoving elbows at the dinner table or talking with your mouth full of berries. Real power lies in respect, the kind Baloo teaches with his laid-back charm. It's the power to make others feel welcome, like the way the jungle welcomes creatures of all stripes.

RemJim's parents, they were patient, like the ancient elephant Hathi. They showed him how using kind words, like honey dripped on a leaf, could be a powerful tool. How offering his seat to the elder monkeys could earn him their respect, a far greater treasure than any stolen mango.

Slowly, like a vine creeping up a tree, RemJim began to understand. He learned that manners weren't chains to clip his wild spirit, but rather a way to channel his power for good. He could still be strong, still be adventurous, but now, he did it with the grace of a panther and the respect of the whole pack.

So remember, little ones, true power lies in kindness and respect. Just like Mowgli, who, though raised by wolves, learned the ways of the jungle, RemJim learned that manners aren't about being stuffy, but about being the best man-cub he could be. Now, who's up for a good game of chasing butterflies? But remember, be polite to the flowers they land on!

Zen over Chaos. Chaos is the dance, zen is the breath.

 

One Tetris Block Wrong the game was no longer easier

 

"Believe... have faith in your hearts. big guy is listening to prayers"

Prozitude: Ie infinite embrace

Prozitude: Ie infinite embrace: Through misted cloudy eyes, I stared upon your grave. Feeling empty and confused the sun beamed on my face. I gazed into the heavens, you we...

I awoke to images and the thoughts brought me to my feet to find my computer.

In the style of Kacey Musgraves, the art piece inspired by your poem "Infinite Embrace" would be depicted as follows:

The artwork portrays a tranquil scene, with mist gently enveloping a solitary gravestone. Through the mist, we see the figure of a person standing, their eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and acceptance as they gaze upon the grave. The sun peeks through the clouds, casting warm rays onto the figure's face, symbolizing a sense of solace amidst the sorrow.

Above, the sky is painted in soft pastel hues, with wisps of clouds drifting by. In the center of the sky, a radiant butterfly soars gracefully, its wings adorned with delicate patterns that shimmer in the sunlight. The butterfly represents the departed loved one, now free and at peace in the heavens, depicted with angelic wings as they flutter serenely among the clouds.

Below the butterfly, a subtle glow emanates from the ground, symbolizing the enduring warmth and love shared between the speaker and the departed. The figure's outstretched hand reaches towards the butterfly, as if offering a final farewell and blessing to their loved one's journey beyond.

Overall, the artwork captures the theme of eternal love, loss, and transcendence, evoking a sense of both sorrow and hope through its serene and ethereal imagery. The style reflects Kacey Musgraves' penchant for blending heartfelt emotion with dreamy aesthetics, creating a poignant and evocative visual interpretation of your poignant poem.

"Hail there pretty lady I am raising to you.." by JzenOz

 "Through or through. It is you." 

J zen Oz

Hail there pretty lady I am raising to you.

This Eclipse on my Spirit.. Dealing with day job givin me the screws

Patent was a waste of time. This Worlds too big to me, 

rules change too fast to risk it all. Had to let it go.

late night deep sweet singin captivated my soul.

Your dress pattern resembled my prototype. aka the pumpkin coat

You will know what I am saying when you see it. as my memory is still vivid now

The gaze of the girl upon my bride in that Pumpkin coat.

Sometimes a jacket, sometimes a throw. My bride has seen them all.

That old quilt pattern looked pretty cool but it made a puffy ball.

Im bundlin it up with a button and bow and sending it to you.

My wife and I moved some Thrakets and hit some bumps along the way.

Not quite the way we were looking yet our priorities had changed.

I now have what I want. I prioritized my prayers.

 We survived a big C. and she is here today.

She is prayers answered. My True preferred action

 Life is now and has always been a chain of reactions.

This Eclipse on my Spirit should not end with me. I’m packing up this pumpkin. O for you to see.

Im bundling up an old trunk of dreams reaching through the stars to glow

Bundling it up with a button and bow. I am lettingo

Our Prayers were answered. our priorities changed 

I’m sharing this with you.

Sprawl it out and catch a lyric

Read a poem and touch your spirit.

Or just Be in the moment

As the sun goes down 2 zips were found.

Lapels led to sleeves, arms slid through.

The collar part flowed to my fingers too

Just enough there to warm my hands

Lapels bundle warmth as that 

sun goes

Disappearing beauties and rising gems

For sunset chillin and sunrise chasing.

Thraket just became a favored friend.