AS I SIT HERE WAITING

VERSE 1:
As I sit here waiting
I wonder what’s on your mind,
As I sit here waiting
I am saddened because this friendship was so hard to find.

As I sit here waiting
I often think of you,
As I sit here waiting
I think back to all the fun times we had shared-that now make me feel blue.

As I sit here waiting
My mind keeps thinking of your name,
As I sit here waiting
Things just don’t feel the same.

As I sit here waiting
I wonder if you are well.
As I sit here waiting
I’m surprised –that I’ve been put under this kind of spell.

As I sit here waiting
I am trying my best to forget about you,
As I sit here waiting
I wonder –how many things you said –that were true?...

As I sit here waiting
I am doing everything else I can-to erase you from my mind,
As I sit here waiting
I am feeling sad to have lost you, as you were so special and so kind.

As I sit here waiting
I can’t seem to get you out of my head,
As I sit here waiting
I try to forget all the nice things you said.


VERSE 2:
As I sit here waiting
Another day passes and I still can’t forget you yet,
As I sit here waiting
Yes, I am still trying to, trying to still forget.

As I sit here waiting
I try to read-to distract my mind,
As I sit here waiting
I wonder –was I really that blind.

As I sit here waiting
I listen to music – to try to block out your name from my head,
As I sit here waiting
I am still crying for your loss-before I go to bed.

As I sit here waiting
I talk to the person next to me-to distract my thoughts from you,
As I sit here waiting
I just don’t know what to do.

As I sit here waiting
Sadly-your name still comes to me-and I can’t stop thinking of you,
As I sit here waiting
I am still feeling blue.


VERSE 3:
As I sit here waiting
I wait for this to pass one day,
As I sit here waiting
I wonder why things didn’t go my way.

As I sit here waiting
I wonder what happened –for you-not to stay?
As I sit here waiting
I wonder –if you are okay?

As I sit here waiting
I feel a little lost –that you’re no longer by my side,
As I sit here waiting
I take this moment to swallow my pride.

As I sit here waiting
I can’t believe how much impact you had on me,
As I sit here waiting
I wonder if my heart –will ever become free.

As I sit here waiting
Each day becomes a little numb-with time,
As I sit here waiting
I am starting to become and feel fine.

As I sit here waiting
I pick up the pieces and slowly start again,
As I sit here waiting
I am feeling blessed to have so many amazing family and close friends.


VERSE 4:
As I sit here waiting
I suddenly catch myself –starting to smile,
As I sit here waiting
I realize your name hasn’t popped into my head for a while.

As I sit here waiting
I realize that I am becoming stronger,
As I sit here waiting
These thoughts disappear –longer and longer.

As I sit here waiting
Life becomes a lot easier –to find my way,
As I sit here waiting
Everything –slowly doesn’t matter so much- anymore and fades.

As I sit here waiting
My heart starts to feel free,
As I sit here waiting
I start thinking of all these things I can do/see –and what I can soon be.

As I sit here waiting
A smile comes to me,
As I sit here waiting
I dream of a new version of me-that I want to see.


VERSE 5:
As I sit here waiting
I am glad that life has put me in this new kind of position,
I start to plan/map out my new mission.

As I sit here waiting
I start to feel excited –of all the new things I can do myself,
I start to re think and create my own wealth.

As I sit here waiting
I start to enjoy more of today,
I am now loving –all the new things that have/are coming my way.

As I sit here waiting
I realize I am beginning to miss you less,
I have recently realized -to just work on me –to be my very best.

As I sit here waiting
I am happy to be where I am,
I smile –because I realize now-I have become my number 1 fan.

As I sit here waiting
I am no longer waiting for you,
I wish and prey –for all my future dreams –to come true.

As I sit here waiting
I welcome what life brings to me,
I can’t wait to see what my future –will be.

As I sit here waiting
I realize –I’m just waiting-for my next Mr right –to come to me now,
I wonder –when and how?

As I sit here waiting
-Just waiting.
Everything now is just a filler
-with time,
I realize now I am
-Just fine.

(C) By HF-Whisper
18/5/2020 20:45PM

waiting for you to notice
waiting for you to change
waiting for you to stop
waiting for you to go

waiting for you to wonder
waiting for you to care
waiting for you to say it
waiting for you to stand up

waiting for you to move
waiting for you to understand
waiting for you to let go
waiting for you to hold tighter

waiting for you to run away
waiting for you to finally cry
waiting for you to break down
waiting for you to smile

waiting for you to come around
waiting for you to decide
waiting for you to get out of the car
waiting for you to wrap around a tree

waiting for you to sit down
waiting for you to throw it out the window
waiting for you to lay it out on the table
waiting for you to move away

waiting for you to get another drink
waiting for you to fall to pieces
waiting for you to brush yourself off
waiting for you to be a victim of love

waiting for you to come home
waiting for you to grab my hand
waiting for you to stare me down
waiting for you to turn your back

waiting for the comfortable silence
waiting for the final blow
waiting for your pledge of devotion
waiting for your crossed fingers

I Am Waiting**

I am waiting for my case to come up  
and I am waiting
for a rebirth of wonder
and I am waiting for someone
to really discover America
and wail
and I am waiting  
for the discovery
of a new symbolic western frontier  
and I am waiting  
for the American Eagle
to really spread its wings
and straighten up and fly right
and I am waiting
for the Age of Anxiety
to drop dead
and I am waiting
for the war to be fought
which will make the world safe
for anarchy
and I am waiting
for the final withering away
of all governments
and I am perpetually awaiting
a rebirth of wonder

I am waiting for the Second Coming  
and I am waiting
for a religious revival
to sweep thru the state of Arizona  
and I am waiting
for the Grapes of Wrath to be stored  
and I am waiting
for them to prove
that God is really American
and I am waiting
to see God on television
piped onto church altars
if only they can find  
the right channel  
to tune in on
and I am waiting
for the Last Supper to be served again
with a strange new appetizer
and I am perpetually awaiting
a rebirth of wonder

I am waiting for my number to be called
and I am waiting
for the Salvation Army to take over
and I am waiting
for the meek to be blessed
and inherit the earth  
without taxes
and I am waiting
for forests and animals
to reclaim the earth as theirs
and I am waiting
for a way to be devised
to destroy all nationalisms
without killing anybody
and I am waiting
for linnets and planets to fall like rain
and I am waiting for lovers and weepers
to lie down together again
in a new rebirth of wonder

I am waiting for the Great Divide to be crossed  
and I am anxiously waiting
for the secret of eternal life to be discovered  
by an obscure general practitioner
and I am waiting
for the storms of life
to be over
and I am waiting
to set sail for happiness
and I am waiting
for a reconstructed Mayflower
to reach America
with its picture story and tv rights
sold in advance to the natives
and I am waiting
for the lost music to sound again
in the Lost Continent
in a new rebirth of wonder

I am waiting for the day
that maketh all things clear
and I am awaiting retribution
for what America did  
to Tom Sawyer  
and I am waiting
for Alice in Wonderland
to retransmit to me
her total dream of innocence
and I am waiting
for Childe Roland to come
to the final darkest tower
and I am waiting  
for Aphrodite
to grow live arms
at a final disarmament conference
in a new rebirth of wonder

I am waiting
to get some intimations
of immortality
by recollecting my early childhood
and I am waiting
for the green mornings to come again  
youth’s dumb green fields come back again
and I am waiting
for some strains of unpremeditated art
to shake my typewriter
and I am waiting to write
the great indelible poem
and I am waiting
for the last long careless rapture
and I am perpetually waiting
for the fleeing lovers on the Grecian Urn  
to catch each other up at last
and embrace
and I am awaiting  
perpetually and forever
a renaissance of wonder

Waiting at road side
Waiting at bus stop
Waiting for bus ride
Waiting at coffee shop.
Waiting for one sight
Waiting in blazing sun
Waiting for what’s right
Waiting with hand-on-gun.
Waiting for brotherhood
Waiting for justice
Waiting for all that’s good
Waiting for pure bliss.
Waiting for one call
Waiting for heart throb
Waiting for cute doll
Waiting for good job.
Waiting for surprise
Waiting for high tide
Waiting for right price
Waiting for joy ride.
Waiting for gold dime
Waiting for one flick
Waiting for good time
Waiting for right click.
Waiting for good luck
Waiting for letter
Waiting for golden duck
Waiting for better.
Waiting to have it all
Waiting for opportunity
Waiting for final call
Waiting for almighty.

Waiting for your life to begin

Waiting for your team to win


Waiting for the bus to arrive

Waiting for your kid to strive


Waiting for the rain to pass

Waiting for the bell after class


Waiting for the job of your dream

Waiting for things to become what they seem


Waiting for inspiration to come

Waiting to become rich and then some


Waiting for a person to change

Waiting for motion to become a range


Waiting for a bad mood to disappear

Waiting for your head to clear


Waiting for your boss to see your worth

Waiting for heaven on earth


Waiting for what is your due

Waiting for a cue


Waiting for someone to understand

Waiting for your enemies to be banned


Waiting for the world to get better

Waiting for that liberating letter


Waiting for something that will never come

Waiting for things to become undone


Waiting for wisdom to teach you

that waiting is just loosing time to get through

I've been waiting on top
Of Calvary Hill
Watching the whole world go by
While I'm perfectly still
And as the winds of change blow over
My soul begins to break away
But I'm holding for the moment
My suffering will end

I'm waiting
Waiting
I'm waiting
Waiting on top

I'm waiting in the darkness
Of a bottomless pit
Crying out loud to my brothers
As they walk away
And as the silver falls into their hands
My heart begins to break
But I'm holding for the moment
My suffering will end

I'm waiting
Waiting
I'm waiting
Waiting in the darkness

I'm waiting in the desert
Of a foreign land
Driven from my home
By the kingdom of man
And I can still hear their screams
I have to leave them behind me
But I'm holding for the moment
My suffering will end

I'm waiting
Waiting
I'm waiting
Waiting in the desert

I'm waiting in the valley
In the shadow of a man
Curses leave his lips
As a stone leaves my hand
I bet my life on a promise
And I'm holding for the moment
My suffering will end

I'm waiting
Waiting
I'm waiting
Waiting in the valley

I'm waiting in the furnace
The flames roaring high
Condemned to be burned
For the King I can't deny
Though the world believes I'm done
My battle has already been won
I'm not alone
And we're holding for the moment
My suffering will end

I'm waiting
Waiting
I'm waiting
Waiting in the fire

I've been waiting on top
Of Calvary Hill
Watching the whole world go by
While I'm perfectly still
And as the winds of change blow over
My soul begins to break away
But I'm holding for the moment
My suffering will end

waiting around the corner
waiting in the womb
waiting round the bend
waiting to be born

waiting to go to school
waiting to go home
waiting to be you
waiting

to leave school
to get a job
to be old
to love

waiting to get married
waiting for the end
of the month
waiting for a child

waiting for a tooth
waiting for promotion
waiting for something
new -(anything

will do-)a religeon
a new car
some new clubs
a house

waiting for them
to leave
waiting to retire
enjoying retirement

waiting at the
doctors
waiting at the bus
stop
waiting

no
creating
waiting
telephones

waiting
modern man
the leisure
industry
waiting

waiting for something to come in
waiting for something to go out
waiting for something I'm sure of
waiting for things which I doubt

waiting for a phone call
waiting to get off hold
waiting for it to get hot
waiting for it to get cold

waiting for something to start
waiting for something to end
waiting for a nice long straight stretch
waiting for whats round the bend

waiting for her to get ready
waiting for him to turn up
waiting for the play offs
waiting for who wins the cup

just how much of out lives are spent waiting
for things beyond out control
is it a week or a month or a year
wait there while I take a quick poll

Give me a dollar until I am dead
Paint the whole sky blue and red
Count out the days until tomorrow
I’ll be waiting
Waiting
Waiting for the rains to fall

Stop the car just to yell at the trees
Close your eyes so you can feel the breeze
Write down your history so that you aren’t forgotten
I’ll be waiting
Waiting
Waiting for the leaves to fall

Line up your books in all the wrong orders
Put on tinted lenses for the city in different colours
Call your brother’s voicemail just to hear him again
I’ll be waiting
Waiting
Waiting for the towers to fall

Burn up old certificates for the fun of it
Eat a hundred chocolates for a golden ticket
Watch every blockbuster here in town
I’ll be waiting
Waiting
Waiting for the tides to fall

Whisper your wishes across the ocean
Trace your crop circles out in the open
Three letter words are hardly important
I’ll be waiting
Waiting
Waiting for the hammer to fall

Break the hourglass to hold the grains
Run after the last train until your chest heaves
Write down your last words on wilted flowers
Search for the den where the old fox hides
Out in the sun, you couldn’t be happier

Oh if someone’s listening
If anyone cares
I’ll miss my own funeral
If it means you’ll be there

Cause I’ll be waiting
Waiting
Waiting for your ***
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting

I'm still waiting for you to kiss me
With those crimson lips so smooth.
And I'm still waiting for us to be alone
When the pain in your bright eyes can be soothed.

I'm still waiting for you to get help
For the carmine rivers that you trace.
And I'm still waiting for a reason why
You broke the promise you put in place.

I'm still waiting for my head to stop spinning
The rose hairclip means I see you down the hall.
And I'm still waiting to tell when my stomach flips
If it's good or not at all.

I'm still waiting for my logic to return
But love gives an alazarin tint to every drama.
And I'm still waiting for a chance to talk to you
But I seem to have bad karma.

I'm still waiting for that hug you owe me
My ruby hair shoelace flopping in my eyes
And I'm still waiting to be the tall one of the pair
As I try to move on, part of me dies.

I'm still waiting for that movie date we planned
And the ketchup coloured earring you wear in the left ear
And I'm still waiting to dance and twirl you round
In my arms I could hold you near.

I'm still waiting for when you blush
Vermillion as insults are thrown across the street
And I'm still waiting for the chance to set that right
Remmembering you defending me in the stifling heat.

I'm still waiting for the time to tell you
How much you're in my thoughts
And I'm still waiting for your birthday so I can gift
The cadmium sketchbook that I bought

I'm still waiting for the coral pain to stop in my heart
It's there for you, of that I have no doubt
And I'm still waiting for the laughter to return
To my life when we sort this out

I'm still waiting for the trip to the coast
The bergundy viking boat alight
And I'm still waiting for what will never be
But then again, it might.

It's so hard to be patient.
Waiting, waiting, waiting.

Tense, alert, on edge.
Waiting, waiting, waiting.

Checking the time, seconds passing.
Waiting, waiting, waiting.

Thoughts racing, questioning.
Waiting, waiting, waiting.

Fears spiraling, escalating.
Waiting, waiting, waiting.

Please, please, please.
Waiting, waiting, waiting.

Please make it stop.
Waiting, waiting, waiting.

Down at the Shipyards people are *Waiting for their "Ship-to-come-in".     At the Ballpark people are *waiting for the "Home-run-hit".    At the Racetrack people are  *Waiting for "Their winning horse".   At the street corner people are  *Waiting for the "Light -to-turn-green".   At the office people are *Waiting for "That-Raise".    At the restaurant people are *Waiting to be "Waited-on".    At the bookstore people are *Waiting for *THAT "New-book".   At the the Shoe store people are *Waiting to see if  "The-Shoe-fits".   at the Doctors office people are *Waiting in the "Waiting-Room".     At the grocery store people are *Waiting to "Check-out".    And it's been said, that folks today,have No-Patience !   WELL,  Excuse me,  just the few illustrations above,  clearly demonstrate, THAT somebody is *Waiting for something !    What are their intentions of asking for Indulgence,  Tolerance  and Unity.    AND,,  don't dare Upset the Apple-Cart !   Down at the Coffee shop people are *Waiting for that  "Java-with-Ummph".    At the corner people are *Waiting to be "Taken-for-a-Ride".   Downtown people are *Waiting for a place to "PARK & WAIT" !      "Pray Tell,,,WHAT ARE  WE WAITING FOR " ?

Waiting
treat it as blessing

waiting
for the new happening

waiting
sets the longing heart beating

waiting
love is in the offing

waiting
soon the sun will be shining

waiting
next will be the rose's blooming

waiting
the storms will be subsiding

waiting
after the night comes the dawning

waiting
a lesson in self--humbling

waiting
love shall say the most wonderful thing

waiting
the finest chef is preparing

waiting
surely winter is followed by Spring

waiting
the book's best part will be telling

waiting
the heart and mind in expanding

waiting
the ultimate testing


waiting
the birth of a new meaning

only in waiting
shall be the self-being.

I am waiting for you my love;By Mae :
no single day passes without thinking of you. I spend most of my time thinking of you my  future love.
Wherever you are, always remember there is someone who loves and cares for you. Without having even met you yet. I am waiting for you my Future Love.
You are the love of my heart, the one my heart will desire fully, I will not mind waiting for you.
I am waiting for you with open arms, to hold, to love and cherish you all the days of my life. I love you without even have met you yet God made you just for me. Dive into My heart there you will find an ocean of love waiting for you, to take you for unending journey of love.
There is someone warmly thinking and waiting for you. I love you my future sweetheart.

no matter what, I will keep waiting for you.
True love is always magical; it is worth waiting for even if it takes ages, for a life time of love will be worth waiting for.
my future love, I have dreamed of  knocking on the door to your heart many times, all I do is think of you. I have longed for the day you will open the door and come home. I am waiting for you my love. Mae
There are so many things that go through my mind when I think of you. How will it be when I am close to you, how will it be when I have you in my arms? I am waiting for you my love.I have walked many miles searching for you; I have hungered for your love. Now I will fight for your love. I am waiting for you my future sweetheart.
I can never deny my love for you, I will never tire waiting for my true love; I will treasure you and will never let you go. I am waiting for you my love.
Sweetheart, I am waiting for you. Just because I am waiting for you, it does not mean you keep me waiting for ever.
I am waiting for you  with an open heart, to hold you, and cover you with my wings of love. Please don't stop looking for me my future love

Another chance, a new approach
Waiting in the wings for you
Waiting in the wings for you.

What else is waiting there? (x2)
Waiting in the wings for you
Waiting in the wings for you.

So, take your time, enjoy the ride
Waiting in the wings for you
Waiting in the wings for you.

Yeah, enjoy the ride...while you can
Waiting in the wings for you
Waiting in the wings for you.

For you never know
What else is waiting there
Waiting in the wings for you . . . .


Refrain:
Dare you hasten your destiny?
Only to regret your impatience . . . .


What seems to be boredom now
Is simply biding grace time
Waiting in the wings for you.

And that is not so bad at all
Waiting in the wings for you
Waiting in the wings for you.

For you never know
What is waiting there
Waiting in the wings for you.


S T, 30 April 2013

There’s a darkness deep inside of me
Waiting to arrive
I feel it crawling in my soul
I know it’s still alive

There’s an emptiness I cannot fill
With everything I do
All I know is I want you
But you don’t want me to

So I’m waiting
For you to care
Yes I’m waiting
But you’re not there
Yes I’m waiting
But you’re not there

Every time I cut myself
I feel it in my soul
Every time I slash my skin
I leave a deeper hole

I want to scar my body
Like you did my lonely heart
I want to save our loving
But it died before the start

So I’m waiting
For you to care
Yes I’m waiting
But you’re not there
Yes I’m waiting
But you’re not there

Everything I had to give
I gave it all to you
Everything I feel inside
Has turned a darker blue

I feel my demons on my back
A driving me below
All the blackness in my head
Has started to show

So I’m waiting
For you to care
Yes I’m waiting
But you’re not there
Yes I’m waiting
But you’re not there

So it’s time to meet my maker
In this ugly dance of life
It’s time to turn the grave into
My eternal morbid wife

The end has shown itself to me
And soon it will arrive
No longer me a foolish toy
No longer me alive

So I’m waiting
For you to care
Yes I’m waiting
But you’re not there
Yes I’m waiting
But you’re not there

So I’m waiting
For you to care
Yes I’m waiting
But you’re not there
Yes I’m waiting
But you’re not there

It feels like waiting for the phone to ring.
I'm waiting for your call.
I'm waiting for it all.

This hole in my chest, it won't quit bleeding.
I need to hear your voice.
I need to hear some noise.

I'm waiting for the world to end.
The phone won't ring.
The phone won't ring.

It's all wearing off, the pleasure you'd send.
I thought I saw your face.
I thought I felt your embrace.

There's dust where my heart should be.
My ribcage is empty.
My ribcage is aching.

I'M ALWAYS WAITING, WAITING, WAITING!
WAITING TO HEAR THE PHONE RING!
BABY I'M WAITING FOR YOU TO CALL!
HONEY I'M WAITING FOR YOU TO SAY IT ALL!

I'M WAITING FOR THE SCREAMS!
I'M WAITING FOR THE SERENE!
WAITING FOR "I LOVE YOU".
WAITING FOR "I HATE YOU".

I'm waiting... but the phone will never ring.

Waiting for the alarm to go off
Waiting for the shower to wake me up
Waiting for a ride to come
Waiting in the car
Waiting for the light to change
Waiting to leave the store
Waiting by the car
Waiting for the traffic to move
Waiting for dinner
Waiting for this argument to end
Waiting for sleep
Waiting for tomorrow
Waiting for when I’m alone
Waiting for when we’re together
Waiting just to wait

Waiting Waiting..........
Always WAITING.... !!!

After A While...
Becomes FRUSTRATING... !!!!!

Like Waiting For A Train...
That’s Gonna Make You LATE... !!!
Because It’s Been............. DELAYED...

Or... Waiting For The Day...
When Girlies Play STRAIGHT...
Instead of... Playing Games...
When It Comes To Getting Laid... !!!!

Ya See Waiting Is A Game...
That ISN’T Fun To Play... !!!

If What You’re Waiting For...
DOESN'T Guarantee Rewards... !!!

Like Music From Producers...
Who Have ALL The Excuses...

For Why It Takes SO LONG...
For Them To Finish Songs... !!!

To Me These Guys Act FUNNY...
When It Comes To Getting MONEY... !!!!!

“We need to be paid,
before we play a single note !
That’s it okay, no time to wait,
or for debate !
If you want your stuff,
to really sound tough !
Pay us up front,
and you’ll get what you want !”

That’s How It STARTS...
UNTIL Cash DEPARTS... !!!

But Then You're Left....
WAITING............................ ..

Waiting... WAITING.... !!!!!

And Then You're Left Stationed...
Unable To... “Move”... !!!!!
Just Like Black Nations....
... Requiring FOOD... !!!

STARVED of Information...
About Your Tunes... ?!?!?

Waiting Like SATAN...
With A Darkened Mood...

Because You Want CLOSURE.
Before Your Composure...
Gets Lost And Confused...

Because These Guys...
... AREN’T Telling You...
When Things Are FINALISED...
... Which Is NOT COOL.... !!!!!

Because INDUSTRY Types....
AREN’T Known For The Truth... !!!!!

Or For Doing What’s RIGHT... !!!
By Artists... Who....
Place TRUST In Them... !!!

These Industry Heads...
Who... Play The FOOL... !?!

But Walk Away PAID...
Even If Your Tunes...
Don’t Sell Or Get Played...
Like... Biebers' Do.... !!!!!

I Guess It’s Like Blacks...
Waiting For Reparations... !?!

Because Your Track’s...
Getting NO Rotation... !!!!

... ON Radio... ???
Or... In Your Own Home... !?!

It’s True.... White Folks...
Play The Same Old Role...

NO Getting Past GO...
Until THEY SAY SO.... !!!

Its The Same Old Story....
WITHOUT Denzel...
Or A Film Called... " Glory "... !!!

BIG WIGS Turn Tricks...
More Than They Make HITS... !!!

And The OTHERS Try To Smother...
By Pulling STROKES Like BUTTER...

When THEY TOO Are...
..... BLOODSUCKERS..... !!!

SICK ******* Type HUNTERS... !!!

Just Waiting For Young Prey...
To ABUSE While They Make HAY... !!!

They Say It’s Just A Game...
That You Have GOT TO PLAY... !!!
If You Want To GET PAID... !!!!

But... Waiting In Vain...
Holds Weight TODAY...
In... Different Ways...
To Bob Marley’s Day.... !!!

Or Maybe Just MAYBE... ?
Things Just WON'T Change....

It’s A STRAIN On The Brain...
For Those... " In The Game "...

Who Play It... STRAIGHT... !!!!!

From Those Who ENTERTAIN...
To Those WAITING For THAT TRAIN  ... !!!!!

CONTEMPLATING At The Station...
WHY ON EARTH Am I STILL.....

...... “ Waiting “...... ???

Waiting all alone
waiting on this cold table
waiting for the doctors and the drones

I feel the scratch
of the itchy cotton gown
on the narrows of my back
as it climbs up and down

Displayed I lye on the medical tables hard cold steel
It seers into the crevices of my bones
I ponder the lone window and wonder if it's real
I listen for the bleep and bloop of medical tones

Nurses walk by in a mechanical grace
poke and **** & tap and touch my face
and then proceed to leave without a trace
with no hint of knowledge of my medical case

Waiting all alone
waiting on this cold table
waiting for the doctors and the drones

I'm a big girl, I'm a big girl
I begin to chant in a simple rhythm
as small as a ball I begin to curl
I'm abandoned inside this glassy prism

The dead silence creeps inside my brain
I want to scream to fill the deadly gap
but the cold thick air of silence brings pain
I comfort myself and say it will be ok

My breathing begins to quicken
my eyes dart around the room
only comfort is the fear which I am stricken
my sight goes bleary as darkness looms

Waiting all alone
waiting on this cold table
waiting for the doctors and the drones

Tears sting the corner of my eyes
I want someone to hold my hand
Oh God how I want to cry
but the only thing there is the bleeding arm band

The test begins with the thickness of barium
It slides down my throat and clings to my esophagus
It tastes like chalk and pandemonium
they want me to suffocate I guess

I chug and chug as the pictures are snapped
x-ray upon x-ray of my stomach and my back
Drink more Drink more They tell me to do
Nervously I shake and say, anymore and I will puke on you

Waiting all alone
waiting on this cold table
waiting for the doctors and the drones

Even more poking and prodding ensues
but of my stomach, ribs and *******
I lay rigid as a board from the pain of each touch
I grow weary of this tiresome rues

The tests are done
and the coast is clear
I am left alone
to dress myself in fear

Dismissed and discharged to walk away
they file my chart with a robotic smile
now for the wait of endless days
I'm lost in my mind's land of emotional exile

Waiting all alone
waiting on this cold table
waiting for the doctors and the drones

Pins & Needles Pins & Needles
I wait for the results
Is it stomach cancer, an ulcer or both??
In the dark I am kept like followers in cults.

waiting for a turn on the swing
waiting To go on a plane
waiting for something exciting to happen
Waiting for your bus
Waiting for a waiter
Waiting for the right moment
Waiting for that call
Waiting for a text
Waiting for something to go your way
Waiting for your final grade on a test
Waiting for the perfect day to fly a kite
Waiting for it to rain
Waiting for it to shine
Waiting for the right someone               Or just
Waiting in line

There was a dead horse on my way to work today
The horse had been there a while
I do not know why or how it was left there
But I certainly felt a kinship towards it
I'm a doer, not a waiter, I swear
I only ever wait for impossible things
Sort of like I'm waiting for Godot, in a way
Or like waiting for the dead horse to come alive
Why did it die, anyway? Who left it there?
I heard it beckon to me, softly, quietly
It told me about its pain and it felt mine
It related itself to me, singing sweetly
I could not relate mine to it
But I felt slowly but surely my drifting
We switched places, the dead horse and I
I was the horse, on the side of the road
Down by the railway, dead
And the horse was the one that went to work today
I spent my day, baking in the sun
My odor becoming more and more pungent
And the horse worked tirelessly at the workshop

I'm waiting for the dead horse to come alive
Why was it left out in the sun to die?
Why did nobody care for it in its time of need?
Now it's growing more and more rancid
**** all around its feet and face
And the other horses are all gone
No funeral was held, no ceremony
Just the sweet, inviting smell of death
Quite a squalid state of affairs
How I long to understand how he feels right now

I'm waiting for my dead friend to come alive
Why was he left in the hospital to die?
Why could I not care for him in his time of need?
Now he's growing further and further
Water all around his feet and face
And the other friends are all gone
How I wish I could hear him just once more
Or see the phone ring and know it's him
How I wish he'd ask me how the music is going
Or lecture me about the futility again

I'm waiting for my broken heart to heal
This one really needs no explanation, does it?
All those with broken hearts deserve it
Or at least that's what they keep telling me

I'm waiting for the dead horse to speak to me
A lonely, rotting bovine on the side of the road
Maggots live as kings tonight
"Horses aren't bovines"
I yell at myself in reprimand
"I know, but I forgot the categorization"
I respond in a slightly altered intonation

I'm waiting for Godot today
I like waiting for impossible things
It fills me with purpose, and prolongs the inevitable
As long as I wait and do there is no death
I have long since ceased the doing, but waiting is fine
This bus stop sure is lonely, save for the old man
The old man keeps asking for cigarettes
I reach into my pockets to see
There is a decade-old pack of cigarettes
He takes one and thanks me with a slur
"Did you know I used to smoke, too?"
I ask with a childish naiveté
"Of course, I was there."
He answers as though it's second nature to him

I'm waiting to grow young again
I'm sick of being the old man in the bus stop
I'm sick of the decade old cigarettes from the young man
He is always late and he never buys me a fresh pack

I'm waiting to **** myself
"I'm thinking of ending things" as some might say
In some ways I'm quite like Charlie Kaufman
I also have trouble finishing my work
And my work also makes very little sense to others
But where he is original, I'm ripping him off
And so I'm waiting to **** myself
In a sense though, I'm already dead, baking in the sun
Because remember, I am the dead horse
Quite fond of beating the dead horse in this poem, too
I wonder what my family would say about that analogy
"That's very funny" they might say "you should be a philosopher"
I wonder what my psychologist would say about that analogy
"That's completely normal" she might say
"Everybody relates to dead horses and fantasizes"
"You're just like all the others"
I wonder if she's correct again

I'm waiting to become the John Fahey of the clarinet
In a sense I already am that
Because like Fahey, nobody listens to what I do
But where he is original, I'm ripping him off
And so I'm waiting to become the John Fahey
Of the clarinet
I already said that before, didn't I?

I'm waiting for this season of Better Call Saul to end
While it's airing I cannot **** myself
I am far too invested in it to **** myself
And surely enough these weeks get longer and longer
So I'm alive more and more each week

On my way home from work, I pass the same road again
The horse is alive, and seems happy to see me again
I wonder what caused the anomalous behavior
Perhaps it was sick? But how did it get better so fast?
The ideal time to end it has passed
Because remember, I am the dead horse
And if the horse is alive, I am alive also
And so, I think you've already guessed what I'm going to say
I'm waiting to **** myself again

Waiting for the train to go or the bus to come
Or for the plane to go or the mail to come

Waiting for the phone to ring
Or for the day we become king

Waiting for it to rain or snow
Or for that river to gurgle and flow

Waiting for the answer yes or no
Or for the day we can visit the places we want to go

Waiting for the day we meet the one
Or for the time we make a home run

Waiting for the good news
Or for the day we don't make  an excuse

Waiting for the light to change from red
Or for the roads that lie  ahead

Waiting for our health to get better
Or for the that acceptance letter

Waiting for  the day we can retire
Or to feel inspired

Waiting for the right guidance to come our way
Or for the day everything will be okay

Waiting for those fights to end
Or for the day we won't have to pretend

Waiting for things to happen , we all have a queue
Or maybe we should stop waiting and just do.

I am no longer waiting for a special occasion; I burn the best candles on ordinary days.
I am no longer waiting for the house to be clean; I fill it with people who understand that even dust is Sacred.
I am no longer waiting for everyone to understand me; It’s just not their task
I am no longer waiting for the perfect children; my children have their own names that burn as brightly as any star.
I am no longer waiting for the other shoe to drop; It already did, and I survived.
I am no longer waiting for the time to be right; the time is always now.
I am no longer waiting for the mate who will complete me; I am grateful to be so warmly, tenderly held.
I am no longer waiting for a quiet moment; my heart can be stilled whenever it is called.
I am no longer waiting for the world to be at peace; I unclench my grasp and breathe peace in and out.
I am no longer waiting to do something great; being awake to carry my grain of sand is enough.
I am no longer waiting to be recognized; I know that I dance in a holy circle.
I am no longer waiting for Forgiveness. I believe, I Believe.

-Mary Anne Perrone

Photo: Ingmari Lamy
Via Sacred Dreams

and we stay like this:
with fright,
cradling What If in our arms,
caressing Maybe's forehead.
confused.
fearful.
not knowing in which direction to go.
tick.
tock.
tick.
tock.
one more hour.
one more day.
they all pass by like that because...
we are waiting.

we are waiting
for a certain day so we can make that step,
the same when
we were waiting
for the school bell to announce the break.
we are waiting
for help,
but we never ask for it.
we are waiting
for another day to pass,
leave it,
maybe
tomorrow it will be okay.
we are waiting
for a sign,
a phone call,
it's not like I could call him to ask him out.
we are waiting
for the rain to stop,
so we won't ruin our hair
/pretty shoes
/coat
/etcetcetc.
we are waiting
for something we don't even know what it is,
because it would not be ok to do this or that.
we are waiting
because the sun did not rise yet and
it is too dark outside.
we are waiting
for ourselves.
we are waiting
without an aim.
maybe
something will happen so
we won't be bound to do things
we are afraid of and things
we are not sure of.
tick.
tock.
tick.
tock.

instead of getting the best out of every little thing that gives us the chance to discover, we stand in line for our own happiness...

you know that saying:
instead of us thinking thoughts,
the thoughts think us...

My generation
Is the generation in waiting.
We're just waiting
For our lives to change.
We do all the things
We're supposed to,
And are still met
With criticism.

Because half of us
Are doing our best,
Working our hands to the bone,
Breaking down from some
Terrible disorder.
And the other half
Are just wading around in the kiddie pool,
Trying to find their footing into adulthood,
Or not.

The adults
That were the adults
That raised us
Like to only focus
On the half that's not even trying.

But we're the generation
In waiting.

We all waited to be eleven,
So our Hogwarts letters would come.
Because we wanted to escape
This pointless existence.

Now we're all twenty two or turning so,
Give or take a few months/years,
And we're waiting for the moment
Everything changes.

Waiting on that interview, that promotion, that phone call.
Waiting for someone to confess, waiting to confess,
Or in my case, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

We wait,
Because we were never taught
That our lives were our own,
We were always considered
Tools to be used by others,
Our purpose isn't ours,
And that's not a bad thing.

We're in waiting,
Because we're waiting for someone to save us,
To come to our aid,
To grab our hands
And whisk us away
To a better place.

But maybe if we all stopped waiting,
Maybe if we got up and did things for us,
And therefore each other,
We wouldn't be the generation in waiting--
Rather, the generation of doing.

waiting in a white room with no furniture
the humming air conditioner
can’t even drown out my thoughts
waiting to go back to maryland
for a hyperbolic death sentence—
to meet with the wonderful hypocrites
who shaped my cynicism
and anxiety
to feast on the last meal
of failure.
waiting to hear back from potential employers
who hold my future in their hands
but prefer to let me stew
waiting for the tears to start falling
I can feel my eyes welling
my lungs lugging every last bit of air
to my heart as it pounds
like an urgent knock at the door
waiting alone
with just my thoughts.
waiting to see the friends
who never got out to see the world
to look at me with delight, hoping
soon I will re-join their ranks
as a mindless tractor mechanic or slurpee filler
waiting for the cheap bottle whisky
in my stomach to regurgitate  
waiting for numbing conversations
about menial tasks and news
like the weather, or something else I can see in front of me.
waiting to be coma.
waiting to see my reflection—
or shadow.
waiting for paper and pen,
waiting for suicide by rhyme at the end.

(co-written by Sharon Robinson)
Baby, I've been waiting,
I've been waiting night and day.
I didn't see the time,
I waited half my life away.
There were lots of invitations
and I know you sent me some,
but I was waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
I know you really loved me.
but, you see, my hands were tied.
I know it must have hurt you,
it must have hurt your pride
to have to stand beneath my window
with your bugle and your drum,
and me I'm up there waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
Ah I don't believe you'd like it,
You wouldn't like it here.
There ain't no entertainment
and the judgements are severe.
The Maestro says it's Mozart
but it sounds like bubble gum
when you're waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
Waiting for the miracle
There's nothing left to do.
I haven't been this happy
since the end of World War II.
Nothing left to do
when you know that you've been taken.
Nothing left to do
when you're begging for a crumb
Nothing left to do
when you've got to go on waiting
waiting for the miracle to come.
I dreamed about you, baby.
It was just the other night.
Most of you was naked
Ah but some of you was light.
The sands of time were falling
from your fingers and your thumb,
and you were waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come
Ah baby, let's get married,
we've been alone too long.
Let's be alone together.
Let's see if we're that strong.
Yeah let's do something crazy,
something absolutely wrong
while we're waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.
Nothing left to do ...
When you've fallen on the highway
and you're lying in the rain,
and they ask you how you're doing
of course you'll say you can't complain --
If you're squeezed for information,
that's when you've got to play it dumb:
You just say you're out there waiting
for the miracle, for the miracle to come.

When you're putting on a mask
Running blindly from the past
I'll be here waiting
Always waiting for you

When your cheeks burn from smiling
And your eyes burn from secret crying
I'll be here waiting
Always waiting for you

When your heart is surely broken
By the one that you had chosen
I'll be here waiting
Always waiting for you

When all your days seem hopeless
And living is just pointless
I'll be here waiting
Always waiting for you

When you finally need a new love
To replace the one you're tired of
I'll be here waiting
Always waiting for you

But one day I must pass
For nothing ever lasts
And up there I'll be waiting
Always waiting for you

Waiting waiting waiting for
Her to say my name
The day goes by and here I am
Waiting still the same

Waiting waiting waiting for
Him to call me back
The day goes by and so I cry
Waiting in the black

Waiting waiting waiting for
you to love me too
waiting waiting waiting for
the day I will have you.

my life has just been waiting
waiting to be done with elementary
waiting for a boyfriend
waiting to grow up
waiting to get to high school
waiting for the pain to go away
waiting to just get past this year
waiting for people to love me
waiting for him to make a move
waiting for him to come back
waiting to graduate high school
waiting...waiting...
I don't want to wait anymore
I want to enjoy my life and not be waiting for the next part
I want to love this part.
I don't know how to stop waiting