#expecting
“ The reality is that no medication or vaccine
is 100% effective, and everything has risks and benefits,”
(Bloomberg article on the efficacy of vaccines)
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this the larger/largest query,
if not the largesr grandee
of all questions and querying,
is it has no equal!
hopefully
you place expectant parenthood
off to one side
for soon enough the daily double trouble
of learned birth defects
yours, theirs, ours
collectively,
of the most ordinary human variety
will be self-disclosed,
no needed writ of disclaimer,
just a legal
exclaim,
of a suitable profanity curse…
better than who what when where
and it’s a first cousin to
why?,
and begins the conversation
intimating the process,
goal setting,
mostly failing,
cursing your self oft out-loudly
while think-walking,
and the nearby know it all’s are thinking,
what was I expecting?
you don’t understand?
99.9% of us doomed,
doomed I tell you,
to fail…
What were you expecting?
Mar 27, 2024
Mar 27, 2024 at 2:36 AM UTC
After day comes night
After night comes day
When the sun rises in the sky
And the sky is heavenly blue
I wonder if the blue that's growing inside of me
If it's you?
You may be so small and precious
Adored and loved so dearly
Not knowing but expecting
A God-worthy wonder
I carry you
The wonder that you are
My baby blue.
Mar 11, 2022
Mar 11, 2022 at 4:27 AM UTC
still not enough
two cold cups of coffee later,
once the morning show has ended
and Boss quits yelling through walls.
jingle bells leap through the door,
an alert to be alert.
yeah times are tough,
but we're tougher.
keep on smiling,
another threat will leave
and you’ll still have a job
and you’ll still have a bed.
so they’re not satisfied
with the color palette,
big deal.
escape route would be nice,
but then it’d be You vs World
and there’s just too many of Them.
well,
at least soon there will be
one more of Us.
Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 2:24 AM UTC
I would like to figure out why I was blessed
With the talent I write my words with
But that is impossible to answer
Not impossible like "how?"
But a close second
My rhymes may never be important
As paying taxes owed
So I will do my thing over here not expecting a thing in return
Nov 20, 2020
Nov 20, 2020 at 12:44 PM UTC
I can’t wait for the day I hear your little heart beat
I can’t wait to play with your two tiny feet
Or to hold you and watch as you start to fall asleep
How much joy you’ve already brought
By just being who you are
You’re doing such a wonderful job staying snuggled safe and warm
I hope you feel welcome to always be yourself
Knowing we will always be contented
After all you haven’t even taken a breath
And our hearts have already melted
I thought the best thing your mother has brought to me
Was her loving loyalty and friendship
Then she told me she’s expecting you
And my whole perspective shifted
Not only her, now also you, my heart exploded at the mention
Of the possibility to know and love two Muñoz women
Aug 14, 2020
Aug 14, 2020 at 9:49 AM UTC
I found out I was expecting...
I wasn't sure how to feel...
At first it was a bit concerning....
and then it felt extremely surreal...
I found out I was expecting....
I was later filled with pure joy....
for I knew soon I'd hear a little heart pitter pattering....
and then pondered at the question, little girl or little boy?.....
I found out I was expecting...…
Our hearts were made complete....
Seeing our little jelly bean quickly growing....
and waiting anxiously for December so we can finally meet!....
Jul 8, 2020
Jul 8, 2020 at 12:39 PM UTC
My expectations
Embrace nothing, is something
Simply and fully
Feb 15, 2025
Feb 15, 2025 at 4:02 PM UTC
If you place me on a pedestal,
I can’t help but disappoint you;
For no one is infallible,
No one survives unbroken,
No one remains unchanged.
When it all turns to custard,
Who do you blame?
Me for letting you down,
Or yourself for doing the same,
By expecting too much of me.
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 5:07 PM UTC
moving that morning felt easy
my lifeline was long and thick
my head was normal size and not any thicker than normal
the cats were in good spirits the art on the wall was patient but not expecting anything
I'm not expecting anything
I woke up and I was not expecting anything
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 2:17 PM UTC
There are two kinds of people in this world, the kind that get everything they’ve ever wanted and the kind that work hard and live in the dark
I’m feeling loneliest at most
Yep this definitely is depressing, watching cars go by and by
And yet there you are stuck in the same situation as always
Eves dropping, joining into conversations you’re not welcome to
Sipping on a martini, oh no you shouldn’t though, you gotta drive
Home
To where you feel the most emptiest inside
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 1:11 AM UTC
Here we are again
Doing the same **** that we used to
My heart has been broken, my love has been stolen, really all the **** that I’m used to
Trying to fix what’s been long broken
You want me to believe that things on’t be how they used to
But I don’t feel how I used to
I don’t love you like I used to
I don’t believe in you like I used to
I don’t crave you like I used to
I don’t look forward to us like I used to
Cause I know after while it’ll just be what I’m used to
I don’t know how to get you to understand
That this isn’t the me you are used to
I have standards, more emotions and boundaries, more value than you are used to
I don’t want to get comfortable to what I’m used to
Being used to has gotten me no where
But dealing with **** that I’m used to.
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 10:24 AM UTC
I feel jailed in my own body
socially forced to conceive
emotionally sick
hurt within
Scared to transmit pain
in this age of depression
reminding my ancestors' culpability;
will I also hurt my descendant?
Struggling to finish a phd
in this age of precarity
thinking it might push me;
Or, will I fail it all?
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 4:46 PM UTC
I wasn't expecting to fall for you
But one day you looked at me and I forget how to think
I looked into your eyes and saw everything I ever wanted
And that's when I knew
I would love you for a long time
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 1:36 PM UTC
I didnt expect the ache
the consistent, deep emptiness
right in the center of my chest
like a knot tied up and throbbing
into my soul
I didn't expect the real anger and the pain that comes with a broken heart
in trying to get over someone you once thought you'd never have to
I didn't expect three months later to face having to see you with another girl
And I didn't expect that you would love her three weeks later either
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 6:51 PM UTC
Define the emotion OK interprets.
And when exactly people understood the comings and goings of feelings in general.
How can one understand others.
When an emotional war is being fought on two fronts.
Each bleeding ammo and supplies.
Wasting away.
Just slow enough to have the coroner turn it away.
Nearly dead isn't applicable.
And somehow managed to feel guilty for wasting your death warrant signatures time.
As if the words would change the angle on how others viewed your life.
Only pretending others care enough to pay any mind.
Stiffles the rest of any opposition.
To make sure the dark flames imbued regret correctly..
A magician of sorts.
Only falling on swords for too long leaves little room eventually.
A reverse porcupine that crys blood when forced into moving.
But makes not a sound.
Even this can feel like nothing.
It only takes a little imagination and a dash of humanity.
And when playing god loses its hype.
Will the mob desperse.
Retreat into that in which the torches were burning just moments ago.
Only they don't extinguish.
Just remain awhile for the next hand to lift the taunting relic.
So that repetition can further solidify the obvious.
Shoudnt be long now.
As the oddly familar jester sits to watch.
Death is always a spectacle.
Whispered so softly it was hard to decide if it happened at all.
But it matters little.
For silence is all that follows.
Indifference is a disease.
Stricken with such paralyzing apathy.
That A.D.D. becomes a standard.
Take two before human interaction.
Call in the morning if the guilt remains.
Only remembering to forget can get so.... Confusing.
Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 8:40 AM UTC
a child's first exposure to water:
18 months, curious and shivering,
he runs on brown wet sand
under the wide cloudy sky
to the blue gray lake up to his knees, lapping against his legs.
He feels the mud oozing between his toes.
Light glimmers on the waves,
and splashing, he tries to catch it.
Hands in the wind-tossed water, he grins.
When the wind roars and pushes him back,
his hair stands on end.
he stumbles
and turns and sees his mother,
blonde like him,
her hair wrapped up in a knot, windswept
dressed in white
her belly round and soft and full
like the moon--
there like she always is,
waiting and watching with care
even when he can't see her.
Like the tide coming in,
he goes to her.
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 12:05 AM UTC
Why? Why do we let ourselves get attached?
When we so plainly know it is never going to end well
The amount of times we have to say bye has no end
Why can't life be full of life and swell?
Why do we have to go through all these tough moments?
To learn a lesson?
Whats the lesson in death? That it's near? That we only live once?
I was a mother and he was my son
It's not easy being there for a living creature
Expecting, hoping for it to have the best in this life
You know, subconsciously you know that it's run out of time with no cure
And you try and try, but nothing helps and all you are left with is grief
So called God is supposed to be the good guy
But what is the sense in creating life if all he does is take it back
These things is what makes me question the reality of this guy
Is he real? Because I see no proof of him
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 3:39 PM UTC
What's worse,
Expecting me just to cheat
Or
Seeing you don't believe in me?
I've made a few mistakes but I'm only human..
Why stay when you only expect the worse?
Does this make you happy??
If not then just leave
Because your hurting more than just me.
Expecting the worse won't ever get us to where we need..
So why sit here and play make believe?
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 10:44 AM UTC
Should you find yourself alone
And in need of someone, for
The first time in your woven life
Call on me, my darling
Call on me.
Should you find yourself silent
And in need of someone
To tremble lips and speak
As if they could not think before you
Call on me, my dear
Call on me
Should you find yourself regretting
The long lost tomes of love letters
And the grin of someone more understandable
Him, him, your him,
Call on someone less, my love
Call on me.
Should you find yourself misunderstood,
Mistaken on your sun-netting mountain top
And you need someone who understands down here
Call on me, my only
Call on me
For I am here,
Feet rooted to the ground you walked upon
Hands hanging in the shape of your shoulders
From which you kissed me goodbye,
I am here, for you,
For anything left of you
If you should find yourself taken
By any other than me,
But wonder, what, what would I have been to you
Call on me, my endless happy mistake
Call on me
I'll never stop listening
I keep my ear out to the wind
And feel your flowered words
Brushing against my expectant glance
On a sunny, cloudy day.
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 6:35 PM UTC