1
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?
