Fierce One
Fierce one must keep afraid of ferocious one,
You are medallion of hope, and metal of future;
Yet they describe a fool to disarray the feeders
And givers of fear and folly, of gradients and grievances.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Fear Of Dying
I'm not afraid of standing still
I'm just afraid of being bored
I'm not afraid of speaking my mind
I'm just afraid of being ignored
I'm not afraid of feeling
and I'm not afraid of trying
I'm just afraid of losing
And I am afraid of dying
Without you yes I do and I hope that you do too
Without you yes I do
Without you yes I do and I hope that you do too
Without you yes I...
I'm not afraid of being sick
I'm more afraid of being well
I'm not afraid
Put the gun in my hand
I'm just afraid it will hurt like (hurt like) hell
I'm not afraid of screaming
and I'm not afraid of crying
I'm just afraid of forgetting
And I am afraid of dying
Without you yes I do and I hope that you do too
Without you yes I do
Without you yes I do and I hope that you do too
Without you yes I...
Fear of
Fear of
Fear of
Fear of
I'm not afraid of looking ugly
I couldn't care what they say
I'm not afraid of happy endings
I'm just afraid my life won't work that way
I'm not afraid of forgiveness
I absolve you everything
I'm not afraid of lying...
But I am afraid of dying
Without you yes I do and I hope that you do too
Without you yes I do
Without you all I do is sit and think about you
Without you yes I...
song performed by by Jack Off Jill from Clear Hearts Grey Flowers
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Afraid?
Too many people are afraid to speak.
Is it because they're too damned weak?
Afraid to stand out
afraid to shout
or just plain afraid and meek?
Too many people are afraid to yell.
Is it because they're afraid of hell?
Afraid of the crowd,
afraid to be loud
or just plain afraid of death's knell?
Too many people are afraid to hear.
Is it because of what they fear?
Afraid of the unknown,
afraid to be shown
or just plain afraid of what isn't clear?
Fear, fear
It is always here.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Fear Not the Unknown Face of Fear
You cant predict what you'll be afraid of next,
just hope with time the fear will fade.
I look back at all
that frightened me
as child and laugh.
Before cancer, organ failure,
global takeover or sudden car crash,
there were ufos, bolts of lightning,
Spielberg's E.T. and
thoughts of my parents divorcing,
peewee herman made me cry
as did the thought of my father
being deployed to fight in a foreign war.
There were the unknowns waiting in my closet,
the shadows lurking outside my window.
Thought of scorpions and blackwidows,
stinging and biting,
as I went to put on my shoes.
Then came the fear
of not being accepted as cool;
what brand is my shirt,
what brand are your shoes?
Fear to speak
afraid of judgment
afraid of asking for help
afraid of my own scary self
the fear of mirror reflection
afraid of peer rejection
fear of the snickers
afraid of the whispers
afraid of opinion
fear of the truth
fear of goodbyes
afraid of hellos
fear of the dark
afraid of the bed
fear of my own frightful head
wosrt of all the fears
the fear surrounding the dead
No fear now in the comforting voice,
assuring the fear is all inside my head.
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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It is, we wanted to make a record that reflected our love of Hard-Rock music and it is sort of Metal though we don't really describe ourselves as Metal.
Fear within my pain
what is fear?
how can you tell if you're afraid...
till the other night i thought that i feard nothing
but i do fear
within my pain
i am afraid of something that is not clear to me,
why do i fear something thats unknown to me
fear what is fear...
when i used to fear something i faced it
but i do not know what i fear i just feel afraid
i havent had a good nightssleep in days
even weeks
but why
i can not help but think
why fear, fear does not show weakness
but yet im weak
i can not face more days with this pain,
let along with this fear
The Fool and the Fire
A fool and a bag in a belt of scrub,
Cloudless skies and the still hot days,
And the countryside's in a mad hubbub;
Terror is here and the world's ablaze.
Five thousand sheep went West today,
Bell's home at the crossing and Casey's pub;
And the cause of it all is a world away;
A fool with a bag who passed the scrub.
An oaf with a match in a mile of grass,
Where yesterday the skies shone clear;
But fury leapt where he came to pass;
And now, ten miles away, comes fear.
Men toil and sweat in the reeking smoke
That curling drifts to a sky of brass.
And now black ruin and homeless folk
Are toll to an oaf in a mile of grass.
If the fool be caught can the fool repay?
What is to do but build again,
And hope for the dawn of a better day,
When folly is shorn from the ways of men;
What is to do but hope and pray.
While the scars heal slow in a blackened land,
That the fool shall no more pass this way
With the seeds of terror in his hand.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Folly
(For A. K. K.)
What distant mountains thrill and glow
Beneath our Lady Folly's tread?
Why has she left us, wise in woe,
Shrewd, practical, uncomforted?
We cannot love or dream or sing,
We are too cynical to pray,
There is no joy in anything
Since Lady Folly went away.
Many a knight and gentle maid,
Whose glory shines from years gone by,
Through ignorance was unafraid
And as a fool knew how to die.
Saint Folly rode beside Jehanne
And broke the ranks of Hell with her,
And Folly's smile shone brightly on
Christ's plaything, Brother Juniper.
Our minds are troubled and defiled
By study in a weary school.
O for the folly of the child!
The ready courage of the fool!
Lord, crush our knowledge utterly
And make us humble, simple men;
And cleansed of wisdom, let us see
Our Lady Folly's face again.
poem by Joyce Kilmer
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter XCVI: Fear
I don’t afraid of being old, I’m only afraid of being weak
I don’t afraid of being ugly, I’m only afraid of being useless
I don’t afraid of being nameless, I’m only afraid of being not loved
I don’t afraid of being lost, I’m only afraid of being blind
I don’t afraid of being dumb, I’m only afraid of being hopeless
I don’t afraid of being poor, I’m only afraid of being ungrateful
I don’t afraid of being loser, I’m only afraid of being coward
I don’t afraid of being bound, I’m only afraid of being fake
I don’t afraid of being wrong, I’m only afraid of being oblivious
I don’t afraid of being suffered, I’m only afraid of being surrender
I don’t afraid of being alone, I’m only afraid of being bored
I don't afraid of being loss, I'm only afraid of being lied
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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That Ferocious River
That ferocious river scavenging this earth
Brutal and merciless, her hunger obnoxious
Turning muds incessant,
fierce flowing waters;
Blistering blows unforgiven from her birth
That ferocious river scavenging this earth
That anger violent in the sound of fountain,
precipitous from a violent height, grey and abandoned,
in the mist of a cloud's hey,
amidst phosphorous drops of ray,
reverberates in angst gay,
bursts now in thousands foams,
like a cracker's joys in bludgeons
That ferocious river scavenging this earth
copyright: shamik bose 2009
poem by Shamik Bose
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Grace
Looking in the papers makes me sorry to be human
A little ray of hope wont hurt at all
A price on every head & its cheaper when youre dead
Quality of life may have to fall
Muffled voices, world in action
Stir the peaceful, need for longing
I, I cannot describe the fear inside my heart
I, hereby do swear to live my life in accordance with grace
Guess its human nature to be cruel & to be heartless
But thats no excuse to shoot him when hes down
Crawl in on your knees & then bite the hand that feeds
The cages throw their shadows cross the ground
Wheres the sense in senseless violence
Hear the silence too forgiving
I cannot describe the fear inside my heart
I, hereby do swear to live my life in accordance with grace
Press your hands in, into the pavement
Bathed in glory, heres your moment
I cannot describe the fear inside my heart
I, hereby do swear to live my life in accordance with grace
I cannot describe the fear inside my heart
I, hereby do swear to live my life in accordance with grace
song performed by by Erasure
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B: X: Hope Concern
Fear by hope was eased,
Requiring that easing plight
Came and went at random,
Polishing fear's might.
Fear was much too proud
And that caused hope concern:
Hope had all the brains,
Fear no hope to learn.
Hope concerned its brains with fear,
Expressed fear so well,
Surprise hope found at any turn
Kept hope out of hell.
poem by Douglas Scotney
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A Look Of Split Hair
a lock of split hair
rests on the fusion of uranium eyes
scaled for its weight
scolded for its freedom
it'll wind with the smoke
of snake forgotten wisdom
around the trees blast felled down
end up in an atom
no poem can describe
rest silence closed
in the medallion of God
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Metal Magic
When they say dont look back
Do what they say
You gotta look ahead
To a better day
In a world of metal magic
You need a break
Go forth
Take a chance
Make no mistake
Metal magic
Metal magic
Metal magic
Metal magic
They say you cant go back
Oh so true
When youre a rocker baby
You gotta pay your dues
In a world of metal magic
Magic never ends
Sometimes you lose
And sometimes you win
Metal magic
Metal magic
Metal magic
Metal magic
Lost in the metal magic
It never ends
Sometimes you lose
Sometimes you win
Metal magic
Metal magic
Metal magic
Yeah
song performed by by Pantera
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Be Afraid
be afraid of the things that you see
and does nothing for you
be afraid of those who appear like
the people that you meet
for they may not be the way they seem
to be
be afraid of those that shake your hands
for they may have other plans
be afraid when you do not fear
something so harmful maybe near
be afraid of almost everything &
when all the fear is spent when things are over
be strong and confident be another lover forever
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Waves Of Fear
Waves of fear, attack in the night
Waves if revulsion, sickening sights
My hearts nearly bursting, my chests choking tight
Waves of fear, waves of fear
Waves of fear, squat on the floor
Looking for some pill, the liquor is gone
Blood trips from my nose, I can barely breathe
Waves of fear, Im too scared to leave
Waves of fear, waves of fear
Waves of fear, waves of fear
Im too afraid to use the phone
Im too afraid to put the light on
Im so afraid Ive lost control
Im suffocating without a word
Crazy with sweat, spittle on my jaw
Whats that funny noise, whats that on the floor
Waves of fear, pulsing with death
I curse my tremors, I jump at my own step
I cringe at my terror, I hate my own smell
I know where I must be, I must be in hell
Waves of fear, waves of fear
Waves of fear, waves of fear
song performed by by Lou Reed
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Vestigial Hope
I am hesitant to go too far too fast
To repeat not only the good, but the failures of the past
I struggle to find words to describe, not only the love I have,
but also the surreptitious fear that I hide
I fear your dulcet words come too easily
I fear your heart speaks in the absence of context
in the candor of only the moment
so I love with forbearance instead of
a love that comes gushing from me
I fear my heart is too broken to trust you implicitly
I fear that I fear unrest less than stability;
that I evoke trouble and harbor misfortune
I fear that we started this romance too late,
but that we had loved each other too soon
I fear that I will love you just to lose you again
and thereby lose my worth which rests on you now
I fear my need is more than you should care to shoulder
and that my gifts are much less than you deserve
I fear your redolent love is more than my vestigial hope
Afraid To Fear
Child of mine
Please never be afraid to fear
Fear the next book if you will
The next page or the last word
As terrifying as they may seem
But please never be afraid to fear
For it is the fear you free yourself to feel
That will serve you well
poem by Ted Sheridan
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Pasted! (january 10 2011)
i live the pasted, dreaming the future.
afraid if i let go then no one will care about me
afraid no one will really understand me because of the pasted, because i'f i didn't always tell them about my pasted then they will say I'm nothingthat i don't know what it like to have a bad pasted
afraid if i don't let go then i'm going to lose everyone i love and i don't what that
i need help out of the pasted and in to the future
so how do i come in to the future after being so long in my pasted?
poem by juggalette Tiffany ann
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To Afraid to Speak
There are words that my mouth is too afraid to speak.
I fear if I speak them then all that I know will be destroyed.
But then again I am also afraid if I don’t speak them I will never grow.
And without growth all I hold dear could fade away.
What should I do?
Should I live in fear and never speak the words?
Or should I take a chance and speak them in hope of growth instead of destruction?
I don’t know.
Who would believe a man as brave as I am would be afraid to speak three little words…?
“I Love You”
Stepping out of the Shadows
Afraid to do the things I really want to do,
Afraid to express what they are for fear of hurting you,
Afraid to say them out loud because someone might hear,
Afraid to tell the truth about what I really fear!
To live in fear is what we all do each and every day.
To admit it to ourselves is something we dare not ever say.
To step out of our comfort zone and do what we really feel,
Creates so much fear deep within, it can never be for real.
Those that came before us set the trend for what we dare,
Little did they know they were limiting us by fear,
Their intention seemed good back then, or so they really thought,
We sold our soul to trends, our creativity was bought!
How do we lose the fear that's our's and get back to being true.
How do we stand big and tall and do all that we can do.
We start by being not afraid and doing what we want,
Perhaps we can shake off the dust and wash away the taunt.
The taunt that says it must be so, it's always been that way,
We sleep at night and try to cram all things into the day.
Whose rules are these I ask of you, they were not born with me,
Perhaps they grew out back with you beside the money tree.
My money tree is dead and gone without ever bearing a dime,
I tried your way and lived in fear for quite a long long time.
My fear is gone and so I must create and start things new,
The trends are gone, I'm not afraid, I wish the same for you!
poem by Terry Holder
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