Stroke Action (reblog from Tim Cash FB)

 

 

I URGE ALL MY FRIENDS TO READ & SHARE THIS; YOU COULD SAVE A LOVED ONES LIFE BY KNOWING THIS SIMPLE INFORMATION!!!

Stroke has a new indicator! They say if you forward this to ten people, you stand a chance of saving one life. Will you send this along? Blood Clots/Stroke – They Now Have a Fourth Indicator, the Tongue:

During a BBQ, a woman stumbled and took a little fall – she assured everyone that she was fine (they offered to call paramedics) …she said she had just tripped over a brick because of her new shoes.

They got her cleaned up and got her a new plate of food. While she appeared a bit shaken up, Jane went about enjoying herself the rest of the evening.

Jane’s husband called later telling everyone that his wife had been taken to the hospital – (at 6:00 PM Jane passed away.) She had suffered a stroke at the BBQ. Had they known how to identify the signs of a stroke, perhaps Jane would be with us today. Some don’t die. They end up in a helpless, hopeless condition instead.

It only takes a minute to read this.

A neurologist says that if he can get to a stroke victim within 3 hours he can totally reverse the effects of a stroke…totally. He said the trick was getting a stroke recognized, diagnosed, and then getting the patient medically cared for within 3 hours, which is tough.
>>RECOGNIZING A STROKE<<

Thank God for the sense to remember the ’3′ steps, STR. Read and Learn!

Sometimes symptoms of a stroke are difficult to identify. Unfortunately, the lack of awareness spells disaster. The stroke victim may suffer severe brain damage when people nearby fail to recognize the symptoms of a stroke.

Now doctors say a bystander can recognize a stroke by asking three simple questions:

S *Ask the individual to SMILE.

T *Ask the person to TALK and SPEAK A SIMPLE SENTENCE (Coherently)
(i.e. Chicken Soup)

R *Ask him or her to RAISE BOTH ARMS.

If he or she has trouble with ANY ONE of these tasks, call emergency number immediately and describe the symptoms to the dispatcher.

New Sign of a Stroke ——– Stick out Your Tongue

NOTE: Another ‘sign’ of a stroke is this: Ask the person to ‘stick’ out his tongue. If the tongue is

‘crooked’, if it goes to one side or the other that is also an indication of a stroke.

A cardiologist says if everyone who gets this e-mail sends it to 10 people; you can bet that at least one life will be saved.

I have done my part. Will you?

Peace Tony

 

‘Purposful Time’.. edited from A Pupose in Time 12 3 10

 

John DeMarco Sketch (RIP)

Felled Prunestead Town out of whack..  walked in time to get back.. broken dreams.. pogo clowns.. ‘Wonder Woman’ upside down.. ferries cross fol de rol ers.. 

tall Swahili basketballers..

Not to write insult of family or tribe.. not to kiss.. miss the point accept a dinner bribe..

A silly social nilly thrilling  way to feel.. as Chariots cheered on burn.. religions four flat wheels..

Used cars bars and deals..

Inside a store they bore what’s more a violent money binge.. Useless crust beheaded breaded ‘veelings avay cringe’.. remember me in thoughts about ‘The Gate of Squeaky Hinge’..

Giraffe sees lusty busty shopping for a bra.. while hippos wail long drawn out tales to sell them in a spa..  

Nazis compare Kaisers Versailles big insult.. never getting wiser trenches guns result.. .. as with those who rape and rob murder take it all.. deluded zero heroes die.. ‘trenchers’ die and fall.. 

The Nazi hypnotized using evil ways.. horror crass insane a memory this day..

Vietnam is history.. Korean ‘conflict’ too.. Iraq sack of delusion.. remembered well by who? 

Broken refugeed unschooled hooked on speed.. high on high forever.. misdirecting ‘need’..

Football players and soothsayers.. more wars for the few.. war for money honey.. kill your children may kill you..

Always promise of victors.. losers..spoils.. insane as they trade life of youngblood for dirty oil..

Anteaters beaters of the meters of the mile.. boys with toys and Harley joys.. violent hope in style..

Heartbroken clowns that never frown breathe violent breath..

A flamethrower the ‘boy next door’ wins friends giving death..

G. McCoy came to the boys with Jagger’s J. Jack Flash.. predicted licks in fantasy.. overjoyed in cash..

Grandpa left his teeth in scotch.. single malt you know.. with salt to gargle drinking malt so fungi cannot show.. fungi never knows..

Indians of old a native  with his tomahawk.. visits.. runs for cover.. yells greeting never knocks..

No fear here cavalry near blowing trumpets loud.. Blue coats gray coats.. peacefully kill natives of land proud..

Philosophers in Europe wrote of scurvy black plague.. renaissance is coming.. to shine up what is vague..

Shakespeare never queer you see.. women come around.. to litigated literature.. adding moves and sound..

The King will laugh for certain.. jesters throw their balls.. and heads of those in disfavor their blood paints future walls..

In times of such there is not much to count on.. win or hope.. the populace is sick broke angry.. chasing highs with dope..

Believer come deceiver Ponzi was the name.. give him money he will thrice it in his short-term game.. pyramids built by slaves desert Pharaoh way.. upside down falling a faceless baseless play..

Stinky fish follows a dish chased with a shower hot.. Romeo and swollen toe today he ‘loves her not’ ..

Barking dog.. a howling wolf.. creatures primal clean.. like snakes cats.. anteaters bats.. eloquent and lean..

As British say ‘old bean’

Inventors brought industry day.. ‘T.S. Elliot’ wrote to say.. confused abused knock on social doors.. well read junkies on the floor wait only to score..

Down somewhere log cabin palace folks look sensing well.. water clean.. no machines.. grain bread.. sound of a bell..

Young man with his love.. speaks little then in truth.. speaks his ways of honesty.. set forth from his youth..

Basic never changes.. games are lots of fun.. Acquire this.. learn of that.. stars moon earth the sun..

Trees breeze no trouble no debris.. no fences chains or rope.. morning is a spectrum each day set in hope..

Woman dreams in truth of your loving arms.. love true will be patient.. true love will disarm..

Illustrate in pencil.. oil in colors too.. draw breath sense the beauty.. till fate beckons you..

Thought.. ‘I have learned.. I am grateful.. Peace Tony

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Just call me ‘Song’..

When reflect shucks daily muck.. lies.. confusion splits true roads.. when daydreams

GONNA TOUCH YOU WITH A GOOD NOTE..

and ‘just could be’.. disguises thieving toads.. good day coming when I meet it.. nothing could go wrong.. come see the naked artist..

friends.. I’ll play..

‘Just call me Song’.. 

When news never goes past weather lest blood leaks.. caring grieve.. when election runners are so hard to believe..

speaking  down to all around.. in all social ways.. I find something good to think of.. they ain’t what they say..

Sit in morning stillness..deal with what I bought.. what I think.. what I believe.. experience has taught..

now and then a perfect day.. then love comes along.. I am the art I create.. please..

“Just call me Song’..

Musing thought.. ‘the two men where the leader.. and vice leader of a large nation.. somewhere in the land of ‘Self indulgence’.. close to the city of ‘Delusion’..

the two men sat among extraordinary women smoking high-grade opium cured hashish.. the ‘leader’ said ‘I cannot, for the life of me, see what the attraction is’.. then with a sly wink.. said.. ‘more research is in order’

my dream spun back to known territory.. I perused the container this file was in at the ‘Library of Immutable Likeliest’..

At ‘Undeniable Universe of Fated Flow’.. this happened in my mind.. now.. since infinity has no end.. all things.. construed in all ways must be happening somewhere.. everywhere.. and with that my brothers and sisters..

Closing this bit of fiction.. I bid you all happy thoughts.. leading to happy artistic creations.. Peace Tony

©AC.3.6.13.arr././.

Haunted searching Eye..

 

‘EYE OF THE FUTURE.. WRITES HISTORY..

Mother sad lonely had faith in collar starch.. brother not the only fallen.. sex goes on the march..

question of a ‘good thing’.. timing sets the mood.. primal knows us all my friend.. in plans rude or subdued.. did planners seek a human spirit?.. they ignored primal.. how life goes.. prospecting for sainthood.. others there just for the show.. only witness velveteen red rose.. 

my friend brother John thought he was filthy.. said he could not commit that much.. fights for rights in courts now as time passes.. lives love with a loving wife to touch..

sense comes with each living thing that passes.. thank you for history to learn.. no need revenge.. or manufactured asses.. living as each living takes their turn..

Thought.. ‘It occurs to me that if modern society keeps pursuing redundant sex acts they will never learn anything new in this ancient reality.. rather they are stuck with a crippling lack of understanding… Peace Tony

©AC.4.3.13.arr././

Across the Field

Came back from a journey.. laid down took a rest.. woke to pictures taken on the trail.. trail wound through a forest.. through mountains with streams.. edge of hearing  windy sounds.. a gale.. dinosaur birds cartoon purple sky.. search for meaning images unknown.. purpose came in reason.. last day or two.. time to think.. most times.. comes when alone..

‘folks unmoving not a peep or question.. bound by knots tied to demonstrate.. harmless.. see? no eye contact no noise will come from me.. chanting move on move on you are late!’  in self-torture proof they lie unmoving.. comfort bought with dreams adventure bound.. seems fear of life forever shifting.. energy living crackles sound.. safe I run naked with a blues song.. memories cannot threaten peace.. the mystery approaches me in seconds..  full for true until I am released.. 

Thought.. ‘It occurs to me that all good things.. the best could be.. for every living thing on our world’.. Peace Tony

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Flowing Home..

Passion romance seen in war.. poison shelves at grocery stores.. traps design a bedroom floor my space.. set forth politic ‘good plan’.. private view of woman man..

little child innocent knows.. joy..

Father thinks of schoolboy days.. competition.. passion lays.. judged by 19th century plays.. who decides.. clothes and rides.. ‘rite of passage’.. say then hide.. cloying gossip in false pride.. drastic plastic.. drama queens.. no true way no true means..

life a platitude.. ‘How it burns’..

Young seek find fun in kind.. Paris pictures.. Seine the Rhine.. rosewood desks  secret drawers..first editions foreign shores.. 

Heart inside shouts ‘wanderlust’.. path laid on.. ‘get rich or bust’.. frantic all the windows forests streams bridges and doors..  mild or wild.. until today..anchor drags those Pilgrims say..

‘today take my best..  going home’..

Anchor has a name that lives.. solid floors.. a care that gives.. never petty.. home is where it shows..

me?.. I came back in a trance.. love for music.. love and dance.. chasing rainbows.. learned life always knows..

Thought.. ‘.. ‘Reaction’ should never allow temper or other strong feeling to override result.. step away from what caused the confusion.. see it differently.. then decide if you wish to ‘act’..!’.. Peace Tony

©AC.21.2.13.arr././

Long Last Goodbye..

FREEDOM REMAINS A TIMELESS NECESSITY

Sky of nature.. birds dodge rainbows.. light sparkles fish.. artwork infinite.. I could never wish.. something so wonderful.. life art understood.. would share with every life in song.. if I only could..

Lyric from sky to feeling.. peaceful right on track.. add my words.. heartfelt song.. send my true song back.. something knows to reach me.. reach goes round our earth.. a million lyrics.. save one life.. a life granted at birth..

Reason speaks of comfort.. what wanted in love.. no season for ‘war sport’.. hate or killer’s glove.. hold a judge who judges action convenient and cold.. knows not one  second past.. of life meek or bold..

Memory whirlpool back.. collage color splash.. faces seen in seconds whisper.. flash a sudden crash..

infant eyes watch amazed.. steady.. easy smile.. hands closed into tiny fists.. innocence in style..

you who hunt in foreign lands.. in your name give life.. you killer who live lost your only friend a knife.. spare a child you seem to care for less than dirty dust.. give love with that passion.. feeling cannot rust.. learn you well of trust.. 

world is large.. large enough to love.. discard dark cries.. free of others until life’s last ‘Long Goodbye’..

it is to laugh or cry.. always bye the bye..

Thought.. ‘ “Wonderful’ is the word I would use if each could wish away the pain of a killer.. to save the life of an innocent.. it occurs to me ‘innocents’ are far more realistic than any person who believes they can ignore other life in the name of nothing but their confusion.. worse.. stemming from someone else confused.. who got it somewhere else’!.. Peace Tony 

©AC.19.2.13.arr././

Sunshine Song

IKO IKO all day.. (Iko=a creole patois a colloquial saying means dance and music)

Clouds cannot stop me.. clouds dark write of wrong.. all around our wonder world.. I see delusion strong..

Have a light day and night play.. song that I will share.. down to beach.. right in reach.. hope I find you there..

Deep inside or on my skin invisible tattoos.. gotta be strong.. sing a song.. of love and peace and blues..

Bet someone shows a face reminding me of when.. love was on the table.. love will win again..

Every smile.. given style.. notes played full and true.. I carry sunshine in a song.. a song I play for you..

Thought.. ‘Dreary dreary days test my strength.. make me write of Bulimia.. a town where crazy is.. it kills slowly..

summoning light.. summoning song.. playing.. I will sing my feeling.. I will play my soul.. take away intrusions.. found social control.. free free every you and me.. each day up or down.. confusion is the enemy.. their prince is but a clown.. Peace Tony

©AC.11.2.13.arr././

Bulemic stretch

 

IN CONSIDERATION THIS CARTOON..

Curious.. define a word..

image awful awful ladies girls puking… squat.. proud.. loud.. trouble next bend..

‘look my thinness tells you’ mother.. friends.. boyfriend too.. never overeat.. agent says what to do.. 

doctors say every way.. destruction plays organs.. deep inside.. wrong!..

mind and body.. mind and body.. no need no need.. you beautiful child.. self indulge to death?  wrong! so wrong!

heavy..

light.. dying.. inside dying.. poet I trying trying..

please disease leave a child.. hunger cannot harm.. something knows.. shows you.. make it safe and warm..

child of fashion serving others.. no feeling.. no thought mirrors self..

madness madness no fashion

an urn on daddy’s shelf..

Thought..  ‘I saw another faith in fashionable confusion.. please.. please.. stop imposing this sickness.. lest you become sick beyond your worth’.. Peace Tony

©AC.10.2.13.arr././

Ninety Year Engineer

IN OUR TIME.. NEW YORK CITY SKYLINE (Photo credit: wilhelmja)

Back in ’49 left a city in red tape.. run to sun to make it done.. a wonderful escape.. to another Mother.. who l0ved with will to try.. made it warm and funny.. taught a duck to fly..

Train ride started back then New York City way.. you been engineering since.. each second of each day.. social maneuver groover.. dad poured on the coal.. kept it right on schedule.. things good for the soul..

Some tracks shiny silver.. money for the crowd.. set your engineer cap.. blew that whistle loud.. when young saw freedom saw the sky started my trip.. with what I had what I learned..  I launched a sailing ship..

As with Sister later you kept watch standing back.. steady with your man.. held our train on the track..

Through the times of insincere.. politics bad show.. beauty love.. the will to give.. gives the will go grow..

Could I write forever? yes.. your smile when fate gave pain.. beauty kept a train true on a track to ‘Beauty Sane’.. never stuck in a revival kept a road of true.. my mother with sense.. survival a love train named for you.. 

Happy Birthday thank you.. thank the man by your side.. thank you Mother.. Dad for the best of good train rides..

Thought.. ‘Unconditional love is the only true love’.. Peace Tony

©AC.6.2.13.arr././