Fear Factor

[Lightning Rod]

you can handle the worst thing that you can imagine
but fear goes deeper than that
a peek into the blind abyss
not what you can imagine but what you can't

fear is the black screen, the dark theater
tipped by the shaking of fingers
having used every word in the dictionary
and still no literature, that's fear.

if you fear boredom worse than death
that's a logical choice in terror
eternity is always scarier than the moment
even pain is less than the fear of it.

I can torture myself with Shakespeare
scourge the imagination's silky back
with whips of genius, late and lubricated
but I lack fear when I really need it.

[Doreen Peri]

Fear does not hear the wail or cry
of saints or deathrow inmates, nor
does it have ears to victims raped
nor wait for interrogation from a rationale.

Fear is a mock, a plague, a lunatic
in rage, pumping bloodbaths into
ghostholds, sensuous, sterile, silent,
yet verile its stance.

Fear is a languid host, a panther
most concerned with baring fangs
to cause a dance on the surface of
a vacant stare, eyes dilated, fixed.

Fear attempts prankster tricks,
sticks his poison on your lips
tongue to tongue, forked, his work
to paralyze. And when he verifies

His prey, the way a night can verify
a day, he plays with comedy and
white-sheet drawn complexions,
the inspection of his purpose, futile.

I have cornered Fear.
He is held captive in a scalding bath
while I lie nude on tile, sweat cold
between my breasts.

[Lucy!]

Fear flakes into my oatmeal
mornings when dusk and dawn meet
knowledge slips into kegs of abyss
wet with escape

Fear slices into the veins of my mind
there it resides
seeping into expressways where my thoughts drive
vehicles cease to transport
fruition devolves

I have become nothingness
lying in barns of solitary darkness
I inhabit my body
but not my mind

Fear drafted my knowledge
into its endless form
It was there I withered
in the corner of my existence
Where Fear gargles its mouth
with my garbled thoughts
And spits out the water of my weakness

Lucy-

[stilltrucking]

Originaly Poste October of 2004

I can torture myself with Shakespeare
scourge the imagination's silky back
with whips of genius, late and lubricated
but I lack fear when I really need it.

fear and anger,
so intertwined
I am just begining to notice that.

Fear is all I got going, I got bored with anger.

Fear is wonder

Boredom is not being able or not knowing what you want to do.

Some people get so bored with life they just walk off and leave their bodies.


Homeboy lived in Huntsville, worked there at the prision, spent nights sleeping inside when he was on call. Sitting in a room with someone having a interveiw with someone when he felt the hairs on the back of his neck prickle. He had a house on the grounds with a houseman. Someone in for murder he said. He said he slept well. But that guy he was talking to wanted to kill him. He felt it before he knew it. True fear, sometimes is all we got going. But worring about the black hole at the center of the Galaxy that is going to gobble us up" that ain't fear.
As Vonnegut said something like this, "living in useful fear thinking with their spinal chords"

"I'm back home in Huntsville again

I had me a woman as warm as the sunshine

It took her a year to slip out of her dress

She talked about having a rose covered cottage

But roses cost money, you know the rest" Boby Bear?

Sorry to kick up this moldy oldie. Trying to gather some old posts together for a web page.

[~K]

If I'm afraid
I know that
I'm alive.

If I'm alive
What are
you?

It hurts
to know
I'll never know

what made you
run
left me here
to rot

[abstroint]

Fear is not productive motivation and causes more harm than good


It produces adrenaline which turns off the frontal lobes and causes a person to dumb shit
http://www.commondreams.org/views05/0108-20.htm

too much of it will stop you in your tracks...dumbed to numb so you don't feel a thing...flesh falling off? oh well it doesn't hurt a bit thanks to fear

http://www.kidpowervancouver.org/Articl ... aline.html

[stilltrucking]

"To conquer fear is the beginning of wisdom." - -- Bertrand Russell

I been wondering about (Prov. 1:7). for years.


I slid back down a 11,000 ft mountain in Corarado because I was ashamed of my fear. It did not kill me but it has made me a better listener. Did I tell you I am learning how to ride a motrocycle? My fear of it has promptet me to take a course in motorcycle safety. Now if I could just overcome my fear of women. Going to check and see if their are any adult ed classes for that?