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Fear of the Unknown

The dark hour is come

Dripping like storms through

Hushed silence

Broken only by fierce winds

Inside the recess of my restless mind

Thoughts bubble

Churning gentle ideas

Into frenzied cognition

My demons rising

Feasting on anxiety ......

Behind the lidded curtains of my eyes

I see his face

Soothing the fear

I can feel his hands upon me

Untangling the tension

of Leaping into the unknown five years ago.

2

Miserable Lives

All day long, all nights.

Bullets hunts our lives.

We are hunted by dread and the monster of death

From years of gun battles.

Occupied by hopelessness and hesitation

Now left to cope with this situation

Living in a state of fear

With pain that's so severe

Tired of passing it off as simply being upset

Life has become something I regret

Embarrassed and ashamed of feeling this way

Afraid if I live to see the beauty of another dawn.

I wonder if these people feel like they want to die

Do they feel like everyday is a fight to stay alive

While at the same time all they want to do is kill and and destroy?

Ground Zero

I boarded the car to Ground Zero,

Closing in on my emotions, I fear unforgiving consequences await me,

The portrait of young boys distressed by their own misery and poverty.

The calm before the brutal inevitable,

I find myself waiting for a miracle to unfold.

Fears of anxiety rushing through my already distraught body,

My senses deadened, due to a hopeless state of mind.

Thoughts of confusion scamper hastily through my mind,

Dreading the time that life has offered to these lost souls.

What if I die?

What if I die?

Will anyone care about my death?

Days of endless struggle,

Fighting one battle to the other.

More hopeful pills today,

Trying to appear "normal"

In some sort of way.

It seems that the hurdles

Is always here with me,

And I wouldn't be here now

If guilt would leave me be.

I know there's been many

Who've had it worse than I,

But that doesn't always mean

That I wouldn't say good-bye.

But I am hunted by the feeling of dread.

Shall I espace the wrath of my maker?

Before the Mirror

I stand and look at the mirror,

My body looks like a horror movie.

No confidence, no self-esteem.

Misery and distress,

Paints the ugly shape of my existence.

Everybody else is right.

To speak my mind is to be a fool,

So I just try to "sit tight."

Any one of these problems

Would be a heavy vice,

But when you have them ALL

Living seems like a roll of dice.

O, I was ruined by my fears.

The fear of God

Do you fear God?

Is God Supreme?

Is He the path of Life?

The the beginning of freedom,

Freedom from the royalty of ignorance

Freedom from insanity

Freedom to be free

Free to freely confess expectation not depression

Free to speak the word without fear or favour

Freedom to give without expectation

Freedom to gracefully gain eternal freedom

Freedom to serve with determination

But the fear of God, this fear, has fled far from humanity

The fear of God has been kicked off like the Avcon ball

Put off like dumsor

And thrown into the dustbin like zoomlion

The fear of God has been hacked by modern technology in the name of modernity

A threat to Christianity

Tell me, do you fear God?

Then don't be stupid!

God is bigger than your phone

Do you fear God?

Stop acting foolishly

Stop confusing your pleasurable lustfulness to satanic attacks

Stop blaming the devil because all power has already been made available to you from the
cross

Fear Women

Fear women,

O lads of the age!

Listen to the stage

And guard your days.

Fear Women,

O lads of today.

Hearken to my call,

So your days will stand tall.

Beware! Beware! Beware!

Unless you wish to spend the days in penury,

And wallow in a pool of poverty.

O, lads!

Fear

I am afraid, and I dread more then a lot,

When I choose to stay in my comfort zone.

I think I am unbelievably protected

From things that make me happy and connected.

I am afraid of speaking up,

I know we’ll do the things that are not right.

I am fraid of doing what we eager deep inside

Because a fear is a thief applied.

I use the fear as a weapon

In order to defeat from lesson

9 I Stand

I stand and look at the mirror,

My body looks like a horror movie.

No confidence, no self-esteem.
Misery and distress,

Paints the ugly shape of my existence.

Everybody else is right.

To speak my mind is to be a fool,

So I just try to "sit tight."

Any one of these problems

Would be a heavy vice,

But when you have them ALL

Living seems like a roll of dice.

O, I was ruiner by my fears.

10

Swift Trauma

It happened like a dream,

The robbers stormed my room.

Took away my innocence,

My hopes, my dreams, my youth.

They took from me my very soul

And crushed me as I screamed in pain.

Will I ever survive from this trauma?