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Fear no more the heat o' the sun;
Nor the furious winter's rages,
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages;
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear—
A waking on a morn
I am afraid, oh I am so afraid!
The cold black fear is clutching me to-night
As long ago when they would take the light
And leave the little child who would have prayed,
But fear of the inexplicable has not alone impoverished
the existence of the individual; the relationship between
one human being and another has also been cramped by it,
as though it had been lifted out of the riverbed of
Don't fear death in earthly travels.
Don't fear enemies or friends.
Just listen to the words of prayers,
To pass the facets of the dreads.
Many animals that our fathers killed in America
Had quick eyes.
The stream is shrunk--the pool is dry,
And we be comrades, thou and I;
With fevered jowl and dusty flank
Each jostling each along the bank;
Fear of You
Fear of Me
Fear of Others
Fear you cannot See
Fear of Love
Have you ever loved someone so much that fear takes control of every emotions.
Fear of loving.
FEAR not, dear friend, but freely live your days
Though lesser lives should suffer. Such am I,
A lesser life, that what is his of sky
Gladly would give for you, and what of praise.
Fear is a darkroom where only evils survive
Fear is the beginning of every evils and sins
Reason for fear is rooted in self confidence
FEAR IS MOTHER OF ALL EVILS
Fear is dark room where negatives are only developed
The whole world is in panic
The whole world is in fear!
They don't know what the truth is
But they are zapped with what they hear
Fear was never meant to be a disease
No antibiotic can address this illness
No psychotherapist is ready to undress this monster
Fear is a protruding force in today's global village
I fear if I lose my -self-
I fear if I go into the dark
I fear if I drown in the oceans
And slay my heart-
I fear not the Death that will kill me, I only fear that I may not be ready to receive him at the door when he comes visiting.
I fear not the fire that will consume me, I only fear the scars it will leave behind.
I fear not the failure that stares at me in the face. I only fear that I may not be able to move a muscle and try.
I fear not fear itself, I only fear the smell of cowardice.
Fear: a mirror reflection of what I am;
The more I look at; the more I'm scared, ,
elephant rides with squirrel and ant to the austrian forests.
the car is blue and warm. it has faux leather seats. That's not
very comfortable yet not uncomfortable enough for the
collection of squirrel.
‘what collection?' asks ant.
squirrel fetches a box from his suitcase.
‘this is my collection of fear.' in the box sits a plastic
spider with six legs, a fragment of an antenna, an empty
ampule and a small notebook.
‘I'm writing a fear poem in that notebook. go ahead, read.'
ant takes the notebook and reads:
I hereby collect
the fear that
today's world will disappear
the fear that there are
the fear that I shall remain in
the fear of moving from a
juniper bush to
a standard oak
the fear of crossing
the road to
the fear that the
clouds drifting by will push
the nahtenna to fall on top of me
the fear of being gobbled up by
the fear of
spiders in the
the fear for
the fear of having enough
money to buy
a gun and
reason enough to radicalise
a violence that justifies itself
the fear to lie in
bed paralysed by
the fear of saying what I fear
the fear that
truth is a socially determined
category and furthermore something like
society doesn't exist
the fear I will not get any
the fear of not being able to quit my
beech nut oil
‘it's not finished. wait, here, I've got some inspiration.'
squirrel snatches the notebook from ant. while he adds
another line, he tastes their sound out loud:
the fear that with
an elephant at
the wheel I will crash into the
display window of
a porcelain shop
‘nothing I have written has ever come to pass.'
to the left of the car the sun is slowly rising. ant
believes he can see snow in the distance.
‘yesterday I coloured in a mushroom,' ant says.
‘miss hare held my mushroom in the air so that everyone
could see it. that's how pretty she thought it was.' he takes the
empty ampule from squirrel's box . ‘what's this?'
‘careful, it contains a panic-blip. you can't predict
what might happen in a panic-blip.'
squirrel picks up his notebook again and writes:
the fear that that which
miss hare tells in
a pre-agreed lie
just in that moment elephant slows down and stops on
the side of the road.
‘let's take a moment, stretch our legs, time for breakfast.'
he opens the boot. he summons ant and squirrel. tucked under a
blanket lie presents and chocolate and speculas.
‘this is from saint nicolas,' says elephant, ‘he came
into the car while you were sleeping.'
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