Another spur of the moment poem...
Timid Anticipation
From across the room, all I could do is stare
Even with that thought, I couldn?t succeed
Each attempt my gaze moves her way
My eyes could only turn away in haste
That insanity would not play a part
In each shaking step towards her
The thoughts play in my mind
The words shout in my head
But they all blur in her eyes
My mouth keeps silent
My breath holds still
Only to blurt out
One sentiment
One thought
One feeling
Timid Anticipation
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Timid Anticipation
Last edited by Iesu on Thu Oct 07, 2004 2:00 pm, edited 1 time in total.
A man is not a man until he has accessed his raw untamed energy and takes pleasure to his capacity to fight and defend himself. Only then can he transform his blind rage into power to commit himself, to handle tensions and to make difficult decisions. Inner security also develops. It is based on his realization that whatever goes wrong, he can get help from his inner resources, from the basic energy of his aggression.
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