fear is the king
of a coward's delight,
fear rules illusions
that cloud all fools' sight,
fear wants compliance
adoration and praise,
fear becomes arrogance
when you challenge his gaze,
turning the tables around
can be bliss,
when I make friends with fear
his intentions I twist,
fear uses everyone
and makes them his slaves,
fear turns the souls
of some dead in their graves,
fear teases weaknesses
of youth and of old,
fear changes hearts of warmth
into stone cold,
fear is the god
that brings glory to killing,
fear is the god
that makes the spineless willing,
motivation of many is controlled by fear,
due to principles twisted,
and virtues unclear,
many will use fear,
unwilling to see,
their fears are controlling them
clear as can be,
if ever you see one who
worries too much,
believe it is fear that is
gaining their trust,
fear is a mirror
when we've lost our way,
that tells us "forget love, honey...
I'm your hero...please stay?"
misguided people fall into fear's rut,
they slip and fall in,
losing touch with their gut,
banish your worries
and live in the now,
To strongarm your fears,
honeybun, this is how!!
6:57 PM 6/19/2013 ©
Magnificent!!!
Oh, fear...gotta' love that feeling!! Awesome piece!!
SoulKritiC
SoulCritic, I wrote it with
SoulCritic, I wrote it with the intent for the reader to see fear objectively and let the poem help them beat the heck out of it---so if that is what you mean...makes me smile big. Either way, though, so glad you liked it. Loved what you wrote last night on the poet's curse... but hey, we shouldn't sweat it too much. I'm just glad I'm 56 now and most of my really bad stuff was before the internet...(hehehe!!---at least no videos of some of THAT stuff eeeeek!!)
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Brilliant!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Brilliant!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Lllllllooooooovvvvvveeeeee!!!!!
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Thanks.<3 I am pleased with
Thanks.<3 I am pleased with this... <3
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "