Here we go again,
Give it another shot.
Let's get to know each other
Is she real or is she not?
Take the mask off,
Expose your true self,
But not all the way,
Wall off for mental health.
Here we go again,
Hoping it isn't fake.
Am I a fool, just a tool,
With pie thrown in my face?
She knows what she's doing,
But I have to figure it out.
It's my mind that she's screwing,
I just can't keep her out.
She seems so perfect,
Pure beauty the clout.
So worth it,
A gentle soul within, without.
Apprehension a nasty culprit
Putters outside my window, that mud pit
Pulls, tugs, draws inward
Rushing towards scarred vineyard
Emotions fresh, newly healed over
Hoping to not once again spillover
Every time my being is hit
Nudged to stir emotions by some half-wit
Somehow, they stick in the knife and turn
Impale the tender taciturn
Opening the door to boiling emotions
Notions leave, fill me with Holy Spirit's devotions
Emotions are high
Feelings confusing
She heaves a cold sigh
Nervously choosing
A partner for life
And be a bored wife
I stand and stare at the empty branches,
stripped now of all the regalia of Christmas,
naked and sadly alone in my gaze
like the gray day beyond every window.
All the celebrations have been swept to yesterday
like prom decor, bridal rose petals and
melted birthday candles.
The quiet haunts every New Year's day -
no more parties to smother apprehensions,
just sober reality, but, unlike crepe paper
embellishments, aisle runners and cake crumbs,
the tree trimmings will await an encore in
eleven months once more - one more time
one more time ...
my brain
simmers like scrambled
eggs
on a stovetop burner
round like that clock
hanging on the wall
tick tock ticking away...
observing eyes fixed
watching with intent
me a-waiting test results
brain flopping into
overload
circuits too hot
frying into shut-down.
mindless
be I
awaiting fate
as though
already dead
sit I.
Footsteps in the corridor, quick turn on the light
Could it be a burglar or a ghost that’s looking to fright?
The sound is getting nearer, my heart is starting to pound
I’m getting rather nervous now, as I put my ear close to the ground.
The sound has stopped now, the thing is outside my door
I’m holding my breath –I’ve never been this scared before.
The door creaks slowly open as my mother steps into the light
“still awake? Time to sleep son, see you in the morning. Goodnight”.
Pulse races, palms sweat
Anxiety levels rise
Mind mixed, thoughts fixed
May be in disguise.
Stomach churns
Nauseate
Can’t wait anymore
need to know
Need to see
Behind that door
Can you master the long maze,
the twists and turns in the haze, shapes and deceptions that daze?
Life has tiny cuts and blocks,
passages under
keys and locks. Daring to escape
this shallow box.
Love too, is caught in the blight
with whether it is, or isn’t it right.
It either surprises or deceives outright.
Swirling and twirling to find the way,
spinning and curling
at every sway, soon lost along the way.
Choose a path, the maze divides.
Watch your slips and slides.
You’ll exit where the maze provides.
Faith
Believe, trust
Hoping, expecting, presuming
Relationships, promises, doubt, dread
Questioning, mistrusting, hesitating
Apprehensive, anxious
Fear
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frogs on lily pads
dragonflies transparent wings
sparks from forest fire
was it so long ago I slept
on my front steps
under the black sky.
Just thirteen and not knowing
I was asleep that whole year.
Holes in my sneakers only
slightly smaller than
the holes in my life.
Two o'clock in the morning,
three thousand stars watching
and me,
afraid of waking up.
Mention Intention with Apprehension
what we must mention
will have had an intention
with apprehension
Jim Horn
Much Apprehension Incision With Precision
much apprehension
we must make an incision
with precise precision
Jim Horn
The fate knocks on the door
Louder, Louder, Louder
What the news will bring?
What lies behind the fog and the mist?
In this long winding road of life?
The shadows around madly dancing
behind the curtain in theater of life
As the knocks and fury subsides
Still there remain lingering apprehension
Any worrisome turning of disturbing news?
Will their be health or wealth red flags
Loss of affection or loss of love
What the future holds in the store?
What all will it bring?
Will it be smooth sail in the trip of life
or turbulent angry waters ahead
Pretention is a claim or an assertion
of a claim to or about something.
Use of affection to impress; ostentatiousness.
Maybe he had made another pretention;
When done was with much apprehension;
Rather obscure,
Not very sure,
And all of this did depend upon intention.
Jim Horn
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