After a while,
The World loses its glamour.
The flower's bloom is beautiful,
But its ephemeral
And it's an endangered plant species.
A prolonged political campaign will be required
To save the flower
From rapacious development.
How much stamina.....
How much determination....
Do most of us have?
We just want to
Appreciate the moment.
Alfred and Martha
Both had advanced College Degrees
Their marriage seemed to be a match made in Heaven.
They, they were both such attractive, intelligent people too.
Their wedding was an impressive ceremony!
Anyone of means in their town was in attendance.
When they returned to the suite
At the hotel they were staying at
Before going home,
They got naked
In preparation for sex,
Sitting on the bed naked,
Alfred addressed Martha,
"I'm not sure I want to fuck you, Martha," he said.
"You're looking great."
"You're looking fine."
"You've got a great bod, baby."
"However, with Donald Trump as President,"
"I'm not sure that there is any Future?"
"I'm not sure I want to be a Dad?"
Martha was not shocked by the remarks of her new husband.
She knew the character of the man she was marrying.
Alfred is an honest man.
"That's why I brought this Travel Scrabble, Alfred," Martha told him.
"Why don't we just play some Nude Scrabble this evening."
"And think about how we're gonna' get each other off at a later date?"
"I'm feeling apprehensive about Trump too."
"I don't want to get pregnant"
"And send a child into a Living Hell""
"However, when we get home,"
"Working together on that orgasm would be good."
It's so hard to put your faith on someone when it just doesn't hit you
Or simply believe in their ever so charming words
Because what else does a lie look like if not pretty?
They could be laughing in their hearts as they softly stab you in the back, without you realizing
Crack you'll break, little girl, you'll break so much
My apprehension follows me wherever I go
And points out all of the possibilities of everything
To a point
Where it hurts.
As much as I entertain the fact that these possibilities are mutable,
But then apprehension whispers in my ear
sneering and squeaking like nails against a chalkboard
"How about a 10:1"
That provoking sentence elicits a tsunami of voices
Well-what-ifs and I-know-buts mostly.
The possibilities seem to grow larger and larger as more evidence is provided that in the next moment of my existence any of these thousands of things can happen! Or better yet, they all happen at once!
The power outages from this flood leave me in a panic
I start to stagger my breathing and sometimes forget to breathe at all.
The rain pours down around my eyes and the thunder rolls around my mouth.
I no longer have control over this storm that's heading south.
And then the storm cools off,
breathing naturally comes again
And I calm down from an attack of rain
And voices in my head.
Apprehension needs a break, but they never gets disheartened
So they tag along on my back and grasps tightly onto my chest and lungs
It's going to be a long walk if I carry this thing around.
Again my apprehension is near,
But this time it's words
"There are 10 chances it could go to Hell, and one chance it won't so make your choice."
Those screeching words
Have made me deaf,
I can no longer hear,
The world around me.
Just that screeching voice
Updated Nov 8
The shell I sneaked into
I'm leaking tears Waiting
For It to fall off
But it likes where it's placed
And it's fond of the artificial bond
Seems like I'm a phoney
I am waste
Like my foes a disgrace
With force hate came
Accompanied by tending
They say, obey
Now I'm bending
ignominy I taste
Just don't look at me like that.
Don't let it change the fact. Friends first-
and now always.
It's not funny how the words i wanted to say
dried up, with your eyes screaming.
"Stop it, there's no winning"
Why do we bottle it up in our mind? Ladies and Gentlemen.
Exhibit A: Rejection-painful, but not unkind.
I woke today
In the usual way
Yes everything was the same, the normal routine
But I could feel that cold clutch of something unseen
Today might be different plight
There's something not quite right
Apprehension over me rolled
Something in the wind had gone cold
It's making my soul shiver
Like being submerge in a cold river
I woke today
In the usual way
To find the day