Long Lifefear Poems
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Can you feel?
Can you feel the tremor?
That rocks your world
That shakes the cage
Like a beast trapped outside
A beast raging against the bars
It lifts, it throws, it rages
Can you feel it?
And in the aftermath,
You can hear the cooing, cajoling
Of puppeteers laying strings before your bars
And they croon and cluck like fretting hens
Petting your bars and calling for you
to reach out and take these strings
Tie them where they cannot reach
Deep within, where no one else goes
And let these good people in,
They preen and you shake your head
Seeing the gleam in their eyes
Oh so like the ape’s
Cooing, cajoling... cawing
And oh, how you can feel it...
But I’m here so hold on
I’ll sit by your bars,
I’ll sit by the door
right beneath that lock that turns from within
And I won’t rage, or set the siren’s call upon you
I’ll sit by your bars, and keep you company
My friend;
But Cold bars let through a breeze friend...
Your sharp breath is not secreted away
And with every breath you take
Your lungs are profaned
And you cannot hide
Behind bars
You cannot hide
From My voice, or my presence, or my eyes
My eyes that see too clear
And you cannot hide from what I see
What you can feel
Pressing in, from us all
So just let us in
My friend,
Let us in, for we will not be kept out
Life does not surrender, life does not hold back
Life seeps through
Every crack,
And be sure, there are cracks everywhere
Where there are breaths to be shared, there are bars to let them through,
And you feel it don’t you?
That which you see deep in my eyes
You feel it
That feeling so clearly reflected
When I look into your soul
That fear alive in my eyes
That rages within you,
But don’t fear a battle you have lost
Do not fear the day you must face the world
The world, friend, has never
Turned its face from you
And the rest of us:
Well we are not so brave
We are not iron bars moulded to flesh
That fear you see is real
And it is ours all
But we cannot hide
From what burns within
And I will not die
Hiding from life
And I will not cower when I tremble inside
I will not rest in a cage when I am tired
And I, friend, I am so tired
Of living between bars.
Involved in the race of life
Competing with millions of people
But only those who will reach the arrival
Will be considered as winners
Some don’t want to get involved
Because the arrival is too far to be seen
So they just give up, for fear of the unknown
Or fear of the unseen end
We are all ready to run these miles in front of us
We know nothing about the end
But we just want to take part in the race
As soon as we hear the starter
We start running
Of course there is a false start
But we all keep on running
I see some cheating
Taking short cuts
But they know nothing about The Judge
Or they are just ignoring His presence
For they have never seen Him
So they act as if nobody was watching them
While He is keeping an eye on them
I have never seen The Judge, but I feel His presence
I know some are going to reach the arrival
Long before me, but I know that
The Judge knows those who cheated
And sooner or later they will get their punishment
Others just fall down before reaching the end
For they are exhausted
I start being tired and I slow down
For I understand that the road is far away
And instead of sprint I need endurance
And it’s just at that moment that I realize
I was indeed in a competition
But my first challenger was myself
And If I want to reach the end,
I’ll need to fight first against my weakness
So as to go beyond those virtual limits
So I take a gust of wind in order to fill my lungs
My goal is to reach the arrival
And my wisdom shows me
That the first obstacle I have to overcome,
If ever I want to be a winner, was myself
So being aware of that, I am hopeful
Because I am well equipped to run right to the end
Form:
The wave's wash in and then wash out again. A spinning tidal pool you cannot
concede. I cannot count on any amount of fingers of just how many times I have
cried over you.
I remember that day well
Sitting in the sand
Playing and sometimes tasting it too
I was too close to the water
I was always too close to the edge.
I was bold and brave
Fear was never a part of my vocabulary
Or maybe it was just that I was to young to care.
In an instance I was sucked in
And frantically on the outside my mom was freaking
Up and down, up and down
My mother standing yelling, helplessly.
She never learned to swim
Was ghastly affraid of the rising water
She called quickly to my sister
A masterful swimmer at 12
And she dove in to save me.
The devilish grin on my face made my mother's anger soar
There was not even a tear in my eye
She clung to me through the fear,
The fear of losing me to the tide.
I could still here the ocean screaming in my ears
Taste the salt on my tongue
Feel the sand lodged deep inside my bathing suit
And my nostrils were filled with the same salty aftermath,
I was all to eager just to get close once again.
Sometimes's today I look out into to space
And see my head under that tide, in this I call life
But now I struggle to keep my head above water
For fears of drowning in my own being.
Funny how one can be so brave and not fear all that is in the world
And as time passes they learn to fear the most simplest of things.
If only for oneday I could have back what I had then.
Hmmmm!
'm described as phlegmatic
Fuk fairy tells I fled magic
Never sympathetic for hope fed addicts
Seen love and sped past it
It's too serious ima kill it and shed ashes
Had to fight it break my heart I'll rid passive
Call it fear of commitment
I call it pure resistance
Its was a sure decision
To end a relationship I'd get pissed and slurs dispenses
Brutally intended
She's Undoubtedly offended
Then builds up fences
And suffers from forgetfulness
But to me it was senseless stint
Fresh relationship transformed to sour scent
Some say that's how cowardS end
I say its power Ability to detach the. most potent emotion when it mends
But isn't karma a bitxh
I believe one day my armor to be Striped
Love I will equip
Heart will get ripped
Mind falls into a dark abyss
My man no longer stiff
Body fills like someone emptied the clip
Soul is vacant
As I loathe with satin
This why I slaughter it and perform libations
That's how I use to think when my mental years were less
Thought process
Was thoughtless
Steered left in relationships fear of heartbreak In result of the wrong I now regret
But I love a woman who knows she in power
That's so addictive I might empty my wallet kinda like white powder
Pure not a cut up slice add the baking soda after she showers
Wouldn't say looks are meaningless
Drug has to be satisfying when I say that Im meaning sex
But to reach the plateau
I have to let my guard go
And let love flow
Let my fear of rejection go
And expect the greatest blessing as life goes
Form:
when you have shed your “god,”
like old dead skin,
it will fall away off your body---
decaying & no longer relevant in any way
to the rest of your healthy
body---
you will feel cleaner than you ever have before, simply because
there is nothing out there already established as
superior
which claims that you have “sinned” or that you
constantly do wrong, consequently being in need of
“it”
&
you will feel the weight of a thousand bad dreams
released from your
shoulders,
because the fear of “what comes after” will no longer be a
question
to be answered.
understanding that your death is finite will allow you to see life for what it is---
extremely short &
extremely precious.
you will no longer feel that you owe anything to
anyone,
except those that you choose to love on this
planet &
you will no longer fear any consequence of an action
which has not been spelled out for you by yourself & your fellow humans,
having had many examples of those before you
suffering or succeeding in
such.
by taking up the sole responsibility for your
own
life,
you will most assuredly find that it becomes clearer that
our importance,
if there is any on this planet,
is revealed to us, by us,
and that we alone are able to better our lives, or
kill ourselves off.
I don’t fear rage, wrath, or consequence
I travel on unbothered my failures and disappointments
I go on untouched by opinion
Living in my own dominion
I love the noise
The chaos
The earth braking intensity I’ve been blessed to see the world in
I don’t fear pain or injury whether it be emotional or physically
I fear no man, no malicious plan, no wicked destiny
I don’t even fear hate…in fact I love that too
I love it when they try and tear me down, after all haters need love too
I don’t fear my end, my demise
For every triumph and failure, every pat on the back and every slap in the face lets me
know I’m awake and living another day
No monster, lion, tiger, no bear, no demon, no devil, could ever cause me fear!
But I am not fearless…I am no heroine
My fear comes when the wind stops
When whispers can no longer be heard seeping throw thin walls
When the yelling, the yelps, and the laughter seems to cease
I fear somber silent days and nights filled with the living but lacking life.
I fear the day I cease to live while still living
Were I can offer no more to the chaos, the noise, the catastrophe that makes us all WANT
to move and breathe
I just fear the silence
Like a knife it slices thin.
Slowly like a full blade.
The pain felt through out the body.
And ever bearing abundance
That will never go away.
Inside you'll scream.
You'll cry.
Hoping and praying this pain
Will forever go away!
But in your heart you'll know
No such remedy exists.
Crouch down.
Hold yourself.
Rock back and fourth.
It won't save your soul.
Won't protect you from what you
fear.
Even then it's the fear
Of fear itself that kills you.
The fact of not knowing what to
Be afraid of and what not.
It clouds your mind
And their for clouds your thoughts.
To overcome this
Is to court strength into
What is visually unknown.
To put aside all that cause
You to break down and cast
Off all emotions.
To be free... As you will
Is to be heartless.
To not feel anything at all.
So that when these nightmares
Come back you'll be awaken
Not of fear but of full rest.
Only thinking you've done your best
To cloud the monster that lies
Beneath your mind.
Just itching for every way to get
inside.
Leaving you but a pile of ash,
That was too scared to protect
Your own ass.
Darkness lies in silence, an ethereal stillness therein,
A wave of fear flows through you, you start to shiver within;
Your heart it beats so crazy, you cannot stop it from its fright,
From all the things imagined, that might go bump in the night.
So you start to wonder, is it just your imagination running wild?
Then you hear a twig snap, and you revert back to a child;
all the fear within you, escalates beyond your control,
and so you start to run, yet it seems you run so slow!
All the while behind you, something's on your trail,
You lumber on in the madness, of your own created hell;
Every branch on every tree, seems to come to life,
They reach for you with bony fingers, into your soul they slice!
Suddenly the day breaks, the darkness fades away,
You see the trees for what they are, as their branches gently sway;
Then you laugh at yourself, for all the fright you felt,
As you follow the path before you, and your fear begins to melt!
Years ago, I would have acted differently.
Full of emotion, of energy, of life.
But now I hold back. I avoid that which may hurt me.
The old saying “It is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all,”
is a truth I suppress into the inner confines of my heart.
For I’m nearly a grown man and the man I want to be is cold and emotionless.
Is it the fear of loss that drives this ambition?
A fear of commitment?
No.
It is the embarrassment of being different.
The cold world around me dresses in red and I once dressed in green.
Curious glances at my nature stung like a thousand bees. So I hide my true color
under a false red jacket.
I zip it up so securely that my difference, though concealed underneath,
is but a memory of the courage, the embarrassment, I once dared to show.
For I’m nearly a grown man and the man I want to be is a coward.
Is it your fear of attachment
Written By Dean Masciarelli
November 5, 2010 (8:01am)
Is it your fear of attachment
That has prevented you from having
a
fulfilling and rewarding relationship
Because you are truly
afraid of getting hurt
Believe me if it is I know
what you are talking about
Because at one point or another
we have all experienced
the aftermath of dealing with
the emptiness that we have felt
Especially after we have
had
to deal with a broken heart
Because it seems to take
a life time to get over it
And that’s why it has been so difficult
for
anyone that has gone through the hurt
But it is just not healthy and you
have to let go of the resentment
So that you can get over your fear of attachment
and finally have a fulfilling and
longer lasting relationship that is solid and concrete