Everyone has fears of some kind.
Mine are everyday things some people take for granted: like falling, or not
hearing particular noises on the streets.
I guess when one gets older, these fears become more real. Driving passed
a certain age is important to consider.
And depending on ones ability, health and financials, should be taken into
consideration. A cousin of mine still drives at 83. He thinks he can drive forever. He drove from young before his teens I believe; not sure. We shall see.
His partner wants to be chauffeured around. I have that same attitude. Going
to be a while for that one. I don't have the fear of going alone, as I have been
on my own for many years. However, lately, with the things that happen in the world today, one begins to wonder. My trust is in God in these events. But there are safety in numbers. We shall see
I finished writing in my head
And reached to type it, but alas
I dropped the text, and it fell dead
Just crashed to pieces, like a vase
Words on the floor at random order
Glint in the sunny afternoon
I wrote them narrow, they get broader
And jumped away, to die too soon
Words quickly rot, but some look fresh
Like fruits in autumnal decline
Few nouns shine, like burning flesh
Verbs ill-begotten, spilled like wine
Visceral fear I tied with hope
What was the purpose, can’t recall
Hopes rolled like pebbles down the slope
And fears ended with great fall
Words on the floor, farewell, my dears
I need to clean the room today
Brush off the trash of hopes and fears
They weren’t needed anyway.
Show me that another lifetime
Little prospect in the book
Sure it can work out fine
But I need a closer look
For it’s obvious to many
That the prophesized disaster
Keeps returning like bad penny
Winds of change are blowing faster
Than they blew in all those years
When we were a bit too young
To make sense of pastime fears
Well described in every tongue
That another lifetime prospect
Looks a bit abstract to me
Need to reconcile the subject
With my personality
For without this recognition
It’s a play on words, my friend
Where “another” means petition
And a “lifetime” means the end.
The quietest places, and dim
Each day-lit hour
Do the worst of fears
It seems harbour.
Of a striped, snaked face-telling!
Pale, plain unspoke.
A look, feeds off yours
While we yet joke!
A unfriendly wood, built long ago
By unspoken nails, pressing in
On spirits who feel the ache, heartbreak
Trembling in rhythms, waves
Melancholy, grief, the seeds of weeping
Prayers who cease to feel relief
From the unending protest of a soul
Who just doesn’t know – tears still flow
They came, put up the barriers
The village will be urbanized
The glass and cement area
They’ll set before our eyes
A block of shoe-box houses
More cruel teens around
One day your shirts and trousers
You'll find down on the ground
Must order electronic lock
Put on the fence a wire net
And get yourself a watchdog
In case you haven’t got it yet
Here comes the urban good
The village fears come true
Pay more for meds and food
Get less, and claim “I knew!”
Picking up the pieces
Hearing your messages
Laughing at your jokes
Falling down again
As the road increases
Guides me through the passages
Of the fears and hopes
That we shared then
Driving out of Jansel Square
Heading towards Marroway
Passing by the Garden market
Taking photographs
And the trees were bare
I didn’t know what to say
Rising from your Wilton carpet
Pippa barked at us…
Death - check, life with pain - check, intimacy - what is going on with that?
Shadows of devils
Disappear in light of truth
Fears of Epstein Files
I write better than I speak
And yet my words are still weak.
I write to be free, to feel seen,
but in the end I feel so stupid for
thinking my words could strike your heart
like cupid. My anger is only fueled when
I'm ridiculed for trying to express myself,
to someone else. I wonder why, explaining my
emotions feels like I'm crossing dangerous
oceans, but all I could do is sit and cry.
You tell me to get out of my head, but I
can't even get out of bed. I lie here, tossing
and turning, waiting for my eyes to stop
burning. The tears in my eyes stream down
my face, as I pray for your warm embrace.
My fears, will only deepen the
wounds in my fatigued heart,
the ones I've had from the start. To be unheard
is absurd when I'm surrounded by people
who love eachother, but they're
not you. And yet I still write, hoping my sad
words will some day meet your sight.
a wandering heart found a cart
as a start she named it Bart
Let’s make some art suggested Dart
doing his part by thinking smart
they rode the cart to the super mart
after painting on it a jelly tart
the wandering heart did more than her part
but she feared the humans at the super mart
He locked eyes with the bull as he confidently waved his cape before its horn, embracing a poetic mindset.
No contest, no punctuation, no classifications, this bull is going down!
Who truly cares about fleeting fame and fortune? These are merely transient things. I am a pop star, a mantra commanding the ring. I break free from confinement, embodying strength greater than a lion and speed surpassing a racehorse as the bull charges with fury.
Now, fear begins!
The bull’s horn glistens brilliantly in the sunlight, while the matador’s flamboyant costume dazzles.
Moments of truth unfold in the arena—el memento de la verdad—his life or my life, a choice of degradation or entertainment?
I am the matador, the conqueror of bulls.
Overhead in silence
something caught my eye
a bird of prey hung still-life
in a blood-red sky
I was drawn by the tolling
of an ancient bell
dark-robed figures chanting
was it heaven was it hell
I reached out at shadows
on a deserted street
an icy wind blew lonely
feathers at my feet
I thought I saw the knife blade
the room echoed with the screams
I lay there in a cold sweat
was it real or only dreams
as the ground moved
and the scene shifted
the crowd hushed
when the curtain lifted
to reveal the view
as the door moaned
from deep down in the crypt
a low voice intoned
'Step inside our fright scare
we've been waiting here for you
welcome to your nightmare
where all your fears come true'
In the silence, my heart breathes light
Unassuming, all fears aside,
Hesitant and alive, knowing all is right
My heart breathes and I decide…
Yesterday is gone, and I’m moving on
In the silence, my heart breathes light
Some might think I’m merely withdrawn,
But I know the secret of love so right
In the silence, my heart breathes light
And I discover the song of my soul
Beyond the words, the stories, all is right
It is God’s love who will make me whole
Yesterday is gone, and I’m moving on
In the silence, my heart breathes light
While I don’t have the words, I see the dawn
Who knows the joy of God’s love, so very right
It is God who reveals the story who will heal
The silence, though so still, is His will
And I feel, beyond the worst – a heart so still
A heart who loves and believes, He will fulfill
In the silence, my heart breathes light
Beyond the story, this song is so right
Because I love Him and know His insight
Will show the whole world, He will invite…
The heart to believe, to always love
With a joy and hope – faith from above
In the silence, my heart breathes light
Beyond this story, this love feels so right!
Nightmare Truths
She hides the truth in nightmare screams,
Refusing to voice fevered dreams,
As moon bent shadows climb the wall,
To bring more demons to her hall.
Those who know her will see no tears,
She locks them away—shows no fears,
Fights her scars in silence alone,
Growing harder her heart of stone.
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