The Above Human Brain Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

In 2012 when I addressed this poem to Michael (AKA poetwithcancer) that was because I regard Michael was boasting about himself being an allrounder or a genius, and all of a sudden I remembered I could create a poem about being really Genius and that is my only Bro. So I created this poem. His name was always Poetwithcancer or Michael (on Poetfreak) and his Real Estate. But I did not know that he would die on the 10th March 2014. Can you imagine that he wrote constantly about poems with his cancer and that was truly a difficult poem to read about, because his poems were all situated around his cancer and that one best friend, Brian, much younger than he, who died earlier. Can
you imagine how shocked we were: all the time creating poems about his own disease ans endlessly it seemed and Michael was still posting new poems on POETFREAK.COM (Closed Dec 31 2016) and he was still very busy with talking, chatting and writing poems and so now and then he re[eated his episode with Brian, he met Brian in the hospital, and finally Brian died after a hectic friendship. Michael kept writing. The day before he died he had written one last poem, and we had not expected that he died that night. He wrote that last poetry, but without his name or the date, just like that, he died amidst his creating that poem with a suitable title Last Goodbye or was it only GOODBYE, I don't know exactly anymore. His last poem, without Michael, Real Estate, the temperature in Fahrenheit and the Date. Compared with Chris-One and Chris-Two, Michael seemed younger, but his writings are far more younger than he is, I reckon. He could really nag all time long in his poems and the two Chris wrote their pains in their poetry. But PERHAPS, Michael had such pains and to be treated he must pay much money again, as least as possible he went to the hospital and with his last money he let the oncologist once again do a survey on his cancer. In the USA it is No Money, No further Check Up. So NO Specialist, also not his Oncologist, saved the poems or kept the Bundle in their Notebook. Poor Michael with his Real Estate and the rest. No any family too, like late Carol, her daughter did it for her Mother and Russ the son of Richard Riddle (no disease, he died normally) cares for his Dad's poems and Facebook. I only know that my only Bro is a genius, and perhaps Mozart....Oh. no! Mozart's elder sister was the genius, not Mozart. At his time, women may not appear in public so the much younger Mozart must be prepared ready to give performances throughout Europe, since all the Monarchies were eager to see his piano recitals. Pappa Mozart was of course very proud of all the performances, because he was the one who wished his kids to have performances before the ruling monarchies of his time. Nannerl was the true 'Wunderkind' genius and not Mozart. Nannerl was born too early, or is was Mozart's great luck to may experience this. Having spoken about Being a Genius.....Thank you for having read this, Sylvia FC