The root cause of hate is fear
And so if you hate me then you fear me,
Which in some cases would be totally justified.
Such as if I’m a Muslim jihadi without a clue
What jihad actually means
And so wants you dead simply because we disagree,
Or say I’m a trans activist willing to kill
You and your helpless innocent children as they pray,
Because of something so arbitrary as I want to.
Everything we do sends a message
A message out into the infinite sphere of space,
Often called Heaven,
And out to everyone me meet
And these actions flavor us, our words, our looks
And most importantly our impact.
Do we seek to calm and please others
Or disturb and disrupt them?
It all depends on what they are doing.
If you’re in love with blowing yourself up
Or shooting children
In the name of some narcissistic cause
I can tell you, you should be scared,
Terrified and truly phobic,
Of my sanity, basic decency and normalcy.
Who am I?
I may be six, sixteen or sixty-six but,
“I am Charlie Kirk.”
(9/17/25)
Yes, Science Fiction rules,
Predicting our futures,
Viral phobias flooding,
Survival of our immunes,
Building vertical holds sway,
Hi-rise farms beyond,
Atmosphere blown afar,
Surrogate wombs,
Artificial recycling,
Afterbirth of our tribe,
Robotic thought police,
Digital implants, no brains,
Real time, or not,
Are we there yet?
Decaphobia – fear of number 10, perhaps because the Roman numeral X is 10
Xinoaxphobia – fear of the letter X not to be confused with xenophobia
Xenophobia - fear of strangers or foreigners often confounded with
Xenonosocomiophobia – fear of foreign pickpockets sometimes correlated with
Xanthophobia – fear of yellow, word or colour, but distinct from word phobias
Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia - the fear of long words especially
Gerascophobia - the fear of getting old often associated with
Athazagoraphobia – a fear of something or other, I’ve forgotten what leading to
Pantophobia - which is basically a widespread fear of everything, but remember
Apocalypse anxiety is a real thing, but it’s not the end of the world.
Some matters are subject to laws;
some others happen at random.
'De gustibus' a Latin tag goes,
non est disputandum.'
(Good time there's never to waste
on arguing long about taste).
So I relish radishes merrily;
I savour long sticks of celery.
The fruits of the earth are all wonders
except for slimy cucumbers
which I avoid like the plague in daylight,
which invade my dreams every night.
I fell in love with a Swede
whom I sincerely intended to wed,
When she told me she loved cucumbers,
I shuddered all over and fled.
Eight legged creatures
the fangs and thier poison bite
or them just crawling on you in the night.
A serpent sneeking up on you
squeezing you,so tight.
Standing on a balcony
oh the fear of great heights.
Standing in a spot light
speaking to a crowd.
or being on your own
and no one cares any more.
jumping on a jetplane
flying miles into the sky
well it is only a flying tin can
thats stopping you falling from the sky.
Then theres thunder and the lighting
the gods are having a fight.
your nerves are fit to break
your sweating like a pig
your hearts beating in your chest
you are wishing you were dead
all because of the monsters
that are throwing a party in your head.
~~["Dig My Own Grave" is a series of writings in reflection of mental preparation...
~~~Each scoop of dirt rids the mess where I'm to be finally laid to rest~~~]
Cleanliness is next to "Godliness"_ or so I have heard.
Sounds good to me_ no debate, or need for another word.
I'm pulling the skeletons out from under my bed...
shining light on old phobias way back in my head.
Crushing picked bones I've had to bear....
dust to dust_ sweep em out into the air.
Brought a good shovel cuz I'm diggin my own grave.
Getting my mind right to become well behaved.
So if you want it done right_ ya gotta do it yourself...
put sleeves up, pedal to the metal, and pride_ top shelf.
Don't know your thoughts about it or your true belief...
to know it was done by my hand is the highest relief.
Every day that we live, we become closer to death...
Each thought and action may be our last breath.
As long as we live we must stumble, toil and slave....
The best thing I'll be doing is digging my own grave.
Howard Robard Hughes
Famously rich recluse
Dreams led him to the lap of luxury
Followed by nightmarish mysophobic OCD
bold arachnophobes
kill spiders as best they can. . .
don't burn down the house
Copyright © 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Published 2018 in "Up In Smoke" via wattpad.com
Releasing worries
Facing phobias and fears
Provides a freedom
Conquered with love and courage
Determines a new future
6-18-2016
I know a man afraid of cats.
I'd understand if it were bats.
I will admit my fear of rats
And those small demons, stinging gnats.
Now don't you think it is a pity,
A grown man afraid of kitty?
Because I am extremely witty
I write about him in this ditty.
Another friend has fear of toast,
The darkest brown he fears the most,
Though of his bravery he'll boast
When encountering a well-seared roast.
We tell him it is in his head
And if he'll only take his med
And do just what the doctor said,
He'll find that it is only bread.
These fears that truly petrify,
Don't bother smart folks such as I.
It doesn't count that I will shy
From a bug, a bee or a butterfly.
For monorhyme contest
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