Angry
Frustrated
Disappointed
and unable to move forward.

I want to complete this.
I want to get this done.
It starts.
It stops.
It moves foraward
and back.
Then
it ceases.

I am used
to getting things done
in the right way,
in a timely fashion
and it is not happening.
I am obstructed
due to lack of knowledge,
and a new challenge
presented to me.

My thoughts are overflowing
with emotion.
I need to get this done.
I must get this done.

Dare I speak
Dare I move
May I think?
or even breathe?

One misstep
One wrong decision
One misspoken word
could cause an eruption

Rolling thunder
and cracking lightning
like the snap of a whip
breaking the sound barrier

One of these days
your voice will cause the walls to crumble
a reaction
from the sound of my whispers

Sometimes I'm like the moon
Dark and hidden among the clouds
Or perhaps its daylight
When love is not meant
For the sun to see
Other nights I'm crescent
Not lost,not known
And then -full
Sparkling beautifully
For all to witness
Savoring the warmth
Of a fairytale
That I wish to endure

Once my temptress
And my soul

Stitched from the one
Fabric

A harlot
With dominion

That extends
Beyond the frontiers

Of her sex

My memories of you are messy.
They play outside of the lines

and ignore in what manner
we promised things would be,

and how we were looking
at completely different maps.

When in the midst of evil,
Immorality knows no bounds.
And kindness sadly suffers,
When fed to hungry hounds.

I see those vile blood suckers,
With teeth, gleaming and white.
They're racing ever nearer,
No matter how hard I fight.

My skin feels like it's bristling,
And hot pokers pierce my throat.
The sweat is pouring from me,
Like an iridescent coat.

And as I catch my breath,
Wished that time would still.
I heard a sound so curdling,
It filled me with a chill.

Whenever the missus irks me or complains...
I tell her don't "Hock me in chinik" nor kvetch
before long tête-à-tête escalates in2 Kanipshin
whereby the Army National Guard gets called
World War III declared Bubbe rolled over like
Beethoven in his grave where re: posthumous
renown one hundred & ninety eight years ago
March 26, 1827, never stopped decomposing
which countless noteworthy creations rank as
the mark of a prodigy with chutzpah to return
from the grave as an incorporeal essence with

Every bright new moment,
takes me by surprize.
Within a crystal morning
I stand beside your fire!

Grant me seven wishes,
just as I desire.
Let nature play its part
Shooting stars fill the sky!

It's a hot and balmy night.
Fireflies and salamanders
dance to a Scottish dirge
never expecting to be repaid.

On this sacred night
no one will be exempt
from their obligations
to come completely unwound!

The fuse is short, the wick is lit,
Soon frustration, I admit,
Will bubble up and make me grit
My teeth and want to just up and quit.

But later, ah, a different tune,
The sun will break, the sky, the moon,
Will smile on me, arriving soon,
And I'll enjoy this afternoon.

All things must pass, the wise men say,
The dark of night gives way to day,
So in this moment, come what may,
I won't give a rat's ass, hip hooray!

Anxious
Sad reflections
Of unreal things each day
Besetting all my thoughts with fear
Worried