Everywhere you turn an opportunity
To rise and shine
But with every rise the potential to fall
And so with such abundance
And opportunity at our fingertips
We have become a nation of fearful
Nervous Nellies
Under a sky perpetually falling
Health, wealth, friends, family, environment
Each rich and just waiting to be mined
For all that can go wrong
Don’t even think of leaving the safety
Of your secure little nest
With its confirmation biases
And tunnel visions
A wild world awaits
Ready, willing and able
To eat you whole
Better to just stay inside
In the confines of your own safe space
And consume as much fear-p*rn
As you possibly can
It is your only hope, your only chance
To keep the wolves at bay.
And for your children?
Well, if you’ve been foolish enough
To take that route
And so take the tumble
Down that rabbit hole,
Don’t let them out of your sight,
Keep them plugged in and tuned out
And everything will be alright.
(10/2/30)
distracted on edge, fearful mood
a distressed horrific attitude
a string of strangers
she lives with daily danger
homicide victim
retired recluse
for years too fearful to leave
made no difference
werewolf central arrived in the form of an army
these soldiers were bulky, hairy and swarthy
we were terrified, since we are much smaller than them
Don’t be fearful said an old werewolf Clem
We did not come to harm, we came to save
We do not believe that anyone should be a slave
That night the werewolf militia saved us all
Halloween night in 1992, October, the fall
We owed them a debt of gratitude
Wanted to feed them, but they weren’t in the mood
Good thing since they are voracious carnivores.
They leapt away, each one on all fours.
One’s nerves can strike fear
I freeze in that jail
court ruling from hell
the simplest of sounds
set off the alarm
angst my fixed abode
who is the mouthpiece? the employees ask each other.
most of them are fearful of the boss’s wrath.
no one is willing to speak up
although they will holler their disdain in the lunchroom
Ghosts
Garbed in ghostly attires
Glistening like a star
Grimacing like an ape
Gurgling like a black owl
Gathered on public square
Gesturing like actors
Giving a fearful show.
Fearful Heart
I want to open the most fragile part of me—my fearful heart.
I miss you. You slip into my mind, and your heart sets me on fire.
Inside, I am torn from holding back every emotion.
Each day becomes a question of my life, a wandering path with no clear vision.
Your aura, your soul, your energy—
you were the breath that saved me.
Our conversations became threads of the same rhythm,
our love urging forward but shadowed by fear.
A love so extraordinary it numbs me,
Yet I have pain deeply
Facing life without you is dark
First time in months I feel my life spark
You are but a loveless shadow
Your aura has faded
My Heart of Hearts will again glow
Fearful Heart
I want to open the most fragile part of me—my fearful heart.
I miss you. You slip into my mind, and your heart sets me on fire.
Inside, I am torn from holding back every emotion.
Each day becomes a question of my life, a wandering path with no clear vision.
Your aura, your soul, your energy—
you were the breath that saved me.
Our conversations became threads of the same rhythm,
our love urging forward but shadowed by fear.
A love so extraordinary it numbs me,
Yet I have pain deeply
Facing life without you is dark
First time in months I feel my life spark
You are but a loveless shadow
Your aura has faded
My Heart of Hearts will again glow
yellow visitor
roly poly fuzzy bee
and i am barefoot
My days are void of color
It seems I cannot speak your name
My consciousness lives within my memories
Holding only myself to blame.
The bleakness of reality
My soul, it perseveres
It lives far outside these bricks
I'm left alone with just my fears:
I am one broken half
To a whole I long to be
I am the shards of shattered glass
Of the crystal rose you once made me.
I am sharp cruel edges
Broken thorns, scuffed out shine
I am every tear shed in secrecy
Every single dishonest "I'm fine."
I am drops of paint beneath tables
Hidden corners, lacking grout
I am every hope and wish and promise
That everyone forgot about.
Do not want my aunt Martha to read this article
It is about her
She runs into my house shaking it
I am fearful at her reaction
“This is your mother, isn’t it?” she demands
It is actually part of me and them
and everyone else I have ever known
There was a gentle tiger named Dreaded
He met a donkey who was hardheaded
That donkey just wasn’t afraid
Refusing to run, he stayed
Dreaded roared loud, “you’re just too pigheaded”!
Is it meanness or even jealousy:
a plot to harm me heartlessly?
I'm fearful of that menacing look,
it's a horror story I read in a book!
Your intentions are extremely evil,
you put on the face of the Devil;
I stay wide awake, sleep won't ever come,
I don't look fine, I thought this was home!
I'm fearful of that menacing look,
If I say hello to someone, I get a lecture;
you come running and a make a gesture
not too pleasant and call me a jerk!
I can be jealous too, mine is not an obsession...
yours is and believe me it scares me quite a lot;
my affairs are in the past tense, I use discretion:
nobody touches me, I don't lie, I do what is right!
I'm fearful of that menacing look,
I isolate myself, if I hear a knock
on that door: I stay put and ignore
your silly screams that hurt to core!
Your index is still in grip than your appendix.
Your words are still in repulsion of mirror, consciously.
It does kill, I think, both ways. indecision as a pill cutter and anti-cutter
Three subjects wide ruled lines, even though
the very first one did not melt, so far.
Yet, these days, they do come again, as long-lost sun lights.
Once a study table with a glass top, used to believe that.
there was a student.
sweating to study,
harder and harder in watching lives, passing by, finetuning and fines and dues.
and tuning in the farthest try than in nearer sigh,
happening democracy in the pressing opposite
cramming the fine paper space in an obscure awkward offset
Where words fall short to heed or hide
or make a duo in understanding altogether.
Looking inwardly, I am too
Or else, it is better to let go
Truly it is far better to let go
than to hold back a strenuous good bye
That should end at least half an hour ago
Peculiarly, blossoming at the doorstep, once again!
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