Are you the body that is sure to die?
Or are you the one who will go into the sky?
Why don't you stop and find out, 'Who am I?'
Then, there will be no need to cry
Is it not certain that we will lose our breath?
O man, why do you fear the moment of Death?

Death is not a moment of desperation!
Stop with the body, your false identification
Then, Death will become Liberation
With the Divine, a moment of Unification!
Is it not certain that we will lose our breath?
O man, why do you fear the moment of Death?


This world is a drama, it's just a show
We are just actors, we come and we go!
When the truth about Karma, we get to know
Death will not be a deadly blow
Is it not certain that we will lose our breath?
O man, why do you fear the moment of Death?

Why fear the loss of all that you own?
Is it not certain that you will lose all that is known?
There is no need to fear the beyond that is unknown
You are not the one made of skin and bone
Is it not certain that we will lose our breath?
O man, why do you fear the moment of Death?

All that we learned about Death were lies
Even that we will go up to God in the skies
The body is destroyed, it cannot rise
It's time to overcome ignorance and be wise
Is it not certain that we will lose our breath?
O man, why do you fear the moment of Death?


Can you escape the certainty of Death?
Isn't it a fact that you will lose your breath?
Then what is the point to live with fears? Realize the truth and let go of your tears
Is it not certain that we will lose our breath?
O man, why do you fear the moment of Death?

One of two things will happen when you die
Either you will be Reborn, or will be Free in the sky
If you have Karma, you will return to earth
If Liberated, then, no Rebirth!
Is it not certain that we will lose our breath?
O man, why do you fear the moment of Death?

In this fear, you think of ending your life
You want to be free from all misery and strife
You even contemplate suicide and search for a knife
But in our hands, neither is Death nor Life.
Is it not certain that we will lose our breath?
O man, why do you fear the moment of Death?


Do we control Death or Birth?
Did we control how we came to earth? Everything that happens is just a drama Everything is controlled by the Law of Karma
Is it not certain that we will lose our breath?
O man, why do you fear the moment of Death?

Do we fear Death because it is the end? Is it the end or is it just  a bend?
If from ignorance, we can transcend
Then Death will become our best friend
Is it not certain that we will lose our breath?
O man, why do you fear the moment of Death?

Isn't Death a moment that will Liberate us from pain?
Will it not save us from being born, again and again?
If it is going to Free us from the Rebirth chain
Then why should Death create so much strain?
Is it not certain that we will lose our breath?
O man, why do you fear the moment of Death?


What is the way to overcome this fear?
We must overcome ignorance, that is clear!
Death is not an enemy that comes with a spear
It unites us with the Divine, this should give us cheer!
Is it not certain that we will lose our breath?
O man, why do you fear the moment of Death?

Of course, we will die, but this is in whose hand?
Is it a God of another land?
God is SIP, the Supreme Immortal Power Death reveals this, it takes off the cover
Is it not certain that we will lose our breath?
O man, why do you fear the moment of Death?

Are you the Body that is sure to die?
Are you the Mind that you cannot find?
Are you the Ego that keeps saying, 'I'?
You are the Divine Soul, that is no lie!
Is it not certain that we will lose our breath?
O man, why do you fear the moment of Death?


Isn't Death going to come, you will die?
Why not be happy, why just cry?
Realize the Truth of 'Who am I?'
Then, like a bird, you can fly in the sky
Is it not certain that we will lose our breath?
O man, why do you fear the moment of Death?

We cry because we believe the myth
About Death, we did not realize the truth
We did not get to the bottom of the root
We are the seed, not the shoot or the fruit
Is it not certain that we will lose our breath?
O man, why do you fear the moment of Death?

Do you realize you are the Divine Soul? When you achieve this, the ultimate goal
Then, your life will become whole
Joy, Peace and Love will unfold
Is it not certain that we will lose our breath?
O man, why do you fear the moment of Death?


Will not Death free us from our earthly pain?
Will it not reward us with heavenly gain? There will be no more sunshine and rain Celebrate Death, for freedom you will attain
Is it not certain that we will lose our breath?
O man, why do you fear the moment of Death?

Doesn't anyone who comes to earth, face sorrow?
He may be glad today but will cry tomorrow
Don't fear Death, instead, learn to celebrate
Surrender to the Divine, your life's fate!
Is it not certain that we will lose our breath?
O man, why do you fear the moment of Death?

Are we the mortal body, or the immortal Soul?
We are the Power, when this secret we unfold
Then from the fear of Death, we are free
Free from the Body, the Mind and Ego, ME
Is it not certain that we will lose our breath?
O man, why do you fear the moment of Death?

For fear of breaking the cycle, we silence ourselves and hideout in plain sight, hiding our anger with smiles and lies.
Fear it’s a fire that burns from birth in even the coldest heart.
It motivates and paralyzes the best of us.
Or is used as a weapon by the worst.
But when your path is one of treachery and deception the greatest fear of all is that the truth is absolute.

Fear is the most primal of emotions aroused by danger, evil and pain.
Sometimes fear isn’t real it’s just air, not even that you just have to face it.
You just have to open that door and the monster will disappear
But that’s not always the case sometimes fear paralyzes us, leaving us unable to move or speak.
It takes our breath away making us feeling like were drowning and we keep swallowing what we think is air.

Fear is the most primal of emotions.
It can linger as a memory burned into one’s mind.
Or burrow into one’s soul as self-doubt.
But the one thing we all fear the most is the unknown.
The unknown of what happens next or what happens after death.

Mortal fear is not the only fear.
Fear of death itself.
On occasion it’s sometime just fear itself.
We all fear something
This fear washes over us like an all-consuming blaze.

Fear it’s a fire that burns from birth in even the coldest heart.
It motivates and paralyzes the best of us.
If fear doesn’t **** us our demons will.
Fear overwhelms us and tears us up inside.
Our heart races and jumps inside us as our fear over whelms us.

Fear comes from within, fear of the unknown.
It’s an overwhelming feeling like a panic attack
It’s like your drowning and you keep swallowing what you think is air.
When fear takes over we lose all control and panic rushes in like a wave crashing against the rocks, an all-consuming blaze of fire and ice.
Because we all fear the unknown for fear of breaking the cycle.

For fear of breaking the cycle, we silence ourselves and hideout in plain sight, hiding our anger with smiles and lies.
Fear it’s a fire that burns from birth in even the coldest heart.
It motivates and paralyzes the best of us.
Or is used as a weapon by the worst.
But when your path is one of treachery and deception the greatest fear of all is that the truth is absolute.

I am tired of living in fear
Fear that you will not like me
Fear that you will stop liking me
Fear that you will not love me
Fear that you will stop loving me
Fear that you will not want me
Fear that you will stop wanting me
Fear that you will not be with me
Fear that you will leave me
Fear that I will accidentally hurt your feelings
Fear that I will show a side of me you won't like
Fear that you will hurt yourself
Fear that you will love her instead
Fear that you will no longer be my friend
Fear that you never loved me
Fear that you lied to me
Fear that you were never really mine
Fear that you never thought I was yours
Fear that I am doing the wrong thing, no matter what it is
Fear that you loved me and I ruined it
Fear that you didn't but could have
Fear that you didn't and I made more of it in my head than it was
Fear that I gave you all of my heart, all of me, and you ran with it

I have been afraid so long to tell you how I really felt
That I loved you more than I have ever loved before
and I am afraid that if I would have told you sooner things would be okay
and I'm afraid that if we would have never left together things would be okay
and I'm afraid that even if everything happened differently things would be the same as they are now

And now I'm afraid to tell you how much you hurt me
and how I feel lied to, used, abandoned, and confused
how much I want to hate you, but can't, and how unfair I think you were
and how much you are killing me now
I'm afraid

I'm always afraid

I'm tired of being afraid.
I'm tired of fear.
I'm tired.
I'm tired.
I'm tired.

And I'm absolutely mad.
And I'm absolutely dead.

I fear everything.
The things that have happened and the things that may.
The thoughts that persist and won’t go away.
Like you’re not good enough. That’s and old one I know.
But it’s still a favorite part of the show.

I fear the things I know and the ones that I don’t.
I fear the beginnings and of course the ends and even the means to an end. For those are often the worst.

I fear the bump or the lump or that mass under there.
That skipped beat of heart that none can repair.

The bill that comes due on what once was you.
That time of desires which suddenly expires.

That sentence unfinished stopped in mid stream.
That breathless breath ceasing mid scream.

I fear having to say that although it’s been fun.
I’m incredibly bored and I simply must run.

I fear not giving a **** and I fear giving too much.
I fear being ignored and then longing for touch.

I fear being alone and I fear the crowd.
I fear things I’m permitted and those not allowed.
I fear having too much time and losing what I’ve got.
I fear shoulders so cold and stares that are hot.

I fear not being loved. I fear smothering too.
I fear losing myself in all that is you.

I fear knowing and not knowing as well.
That seems a unique and exquisite kind of hell.

I sit ensconced in my deepest fear
held intimately close, held tightly and dear.

It‘s been with me long and as I near the end
I start to see it is as some misunderstood friend.

I fear I’ve misjudged you such a pity is that.
I can no longer lie here growing sanguine and fat.
Oh, I beg to differ! I can definitely do that!

The piper pipes and payment is due.
He pipes for me and he pipes for you too.

I fear that my fears I may misconstrue.
My fear of me is quite often of you.

I fear being afraid which seems a bad joke
upon which my protagonist might easily choke.

I fear old age and not getting old too.
And the way to stop aging just simply won’t do.

I fear that this poem is not very good.
And that I’ve never been the best that I could.

You made me fear myself
You made me do things I would have never wanted to do
I told everyone so I could get a bit of relief from them think I was so cool
But it only made me want to cry for myself even more
I didn't know how bad this was till the cops showed up at my door with your name lingering on their tongues
Tainting the room with the essences of my fear mixed with my infatuation
It made a bittersweet fog for me to fumble through, a bittersweet unknowing fog
I didn't know how bad this was till they made me take my shirt and pants off to show them bruises in the shape of you
When they took off my ribbons stained with an ink held in vein
Showing your name, more permanent than a tattoo
The scars still haunt me, making me flinch every time I change
I didn't realize what this fear could do to me
Slowly letting the cops drag bits and pieces of you from me
The pieces that I held close to my heart
The pieces that had left tears and wounds on me
Not quite able to see what you, my fear of you had done
I was barely able to see how big of a mistake I made for you
I did all of this out of my fear of you
My fear making me think I loved you
Fear did this to me
Oh fear, it drives me
It drove me to this
My fear of you
It drove me to this
You drove me to this
Or maybe I feared not you, but no you
Oh the fear I have of you, Its so terrifying
terrifying myself that at my youngest of thirty, or at my oldest forty five
You'll come and get me
Get me and not let me go
I smell you surrounding me
The first three months it comforted me
Now it sends me into a panic
I can feel you slowly pulling away my innocence
So slow and thrilling at first
Harsh and cruel as it goes
Slowly realizing there is no more to pull away
No more innocence
Only raw ***** skin
***** skin, so fragile, it could tear away any moment
The pain you give me
Now received by your claws ripping down drawing blood I've never spoken of
Your teeth leaving scars only seen by me
Time like that left untold, they built a dam of stories
It has leaks and holes, threatening to break open
It has me threatening to tell about the three days in November when you did more to me than I ever wanted
You ignored my whimpers and pleads of no
You pushed me, Making me yours
Making me your two cent *****
I still fear waking in your house wanting to leave but my fear keeping me rooted to the spot
Your touch making me a puppet for your use
A rag doll for your pleasure
Fear is such a simple word but the way it drives us is a complicated *******
A ******* that won't let us out of this metaphorical car
How was my fear able to shape me into this whimpering being afraid of the dark
Afraid of my monster
Afraid of my monster that made me a woman before I was even ready to be a girl
I have an immense fear of you
Fear that I will never be able to shake you
That you will always be around that corner ready to get me
My fear drives my more recklessly than an alcoholic at happy hour
It drives me to think that I was the one who did wrong
It drives me to dark places
Places where my fear pushes
Pushes me to my inevitable demise
My demise sending me down to hell
Sending me to have an eternity with you taunting me
You have shaped me into something no one should ever have to be
I throw myself into trying to forget you only to receive more shame
The shame of waking up tangled in sheets not able to find my shoes
You created me
I am afraid of a two headed monster
This monster is you and the me you created
I fear you
I fear no you
I fear having you
There is no balance to my insanity for you
The insanity you inspired
I am being driven by a simple emotion, turned oh so complicated
I am being driven and I can’t get out of this metaphorical car
I can’t get you out of my head

i. arachnophobia; fear of spiders. more common in females than males, why at night you choke on the idea of her fingers on him, long and thin.

ii. ophidiophobia; fear of snakes, fear of being crushed alive by commitment, why in the mornings you never left your number, why you don’t call her back, why you regretted it later.

iii. acrophobia; fear of heights. why she stays out of circuses and away from people like you who would make her fall in love.

iv. agoraphobia; fear of situations where escape is difficult, fear of the plane that takes her away, fear of the open crowded space of your ribcage where paintings of her still constantly hang.

v. cynophobia; fear of dogs, fear of the graves where good noses could dig up the mistakes you have made, fear of a girl who made you want to get a puppy and settle down somewhere finally.

vi. astraphobia; fear of thunder and lightning, fear of being alone in a house that always sounded like both, the stormclouds of your histories always brewing behind flimsy doors. fear of finding her there and having her kiss you in the rain. fear she’d never come back to you again.

vii. trypanophobia; fear of injections, fear of drugs, fear of the doctor who looked into your heart and told you that your shaky hands and bad dreams were a sign that she’s crept into your sleep.

viii. social phobias; fear of social situations, fear of your father’s white knuckles on the wheel while he says, “no son of mine is a ***** like this,” fear of her mother’s judgement, fear of not being enough.

ix. pteromerhanophobia; fear of flying, fear of remembering how long it’s been since you actually felt alive, why you trembled whenever you held her tight, why one day she frightened you so bad that you left in the middle of the lonely night.

x. mysophobia; fear of germs. why you knew you’d only get her covered in dirt. why looking at yourself in the mirror always seems to hurt. why you will never be happy without being hers. out of this whole messed up world, she was the only thing pure.

I fear everything.

The things that have happened and the things that may.
Those thoughts that persist and won’t go away.
"You're not good enough." That’s and old one I know.
But it’s still a favorite part of the show.

I fear the things I know and the ones that I don’t.
I fear the beginnings, and of course the ends
and even the means to an end.
For those are often the worst.

I fear the bump or the lump or that mass under there.
That skipped beat of heart that none can repair.

The bill that comes due on what once was you.
That time of desires which suddenly expires.

That sentence unfinished stopped in mid stream.
That breathless breath ceasing mid scream.

I fear having to say that although it’s been fun.
I’m incredibly bored and I simply must run.

I fear not giving a **** and I fear giving too much.
I fear being ignored and then longing for touch.

I fear being alone and I fear the crowd.
I fear things I’m permitted and those not allowed.
I fear having too much time and losing what I’ve got.
I fear shoulders so cold and stares that are hot.

I fear not being loved. I fear smothering too.
I fear losing myself in all that is you.

I fear knowing, and not knowing as well.
That seems a unique and exquisite kind of hell.

I sit ensconced in my deepest fear
held intimately close, held tightly and dear.

Its been with me long and as I near the end
I now see it as some misunderstood friend.

I fear I’ve misjudged you such a pity is that.
I can no longer lie here growing sanguine and fat.
Oh, I beg to differ! I can definitely do that!

The piper pipes and payment is due.
He pipes for me and he pipes for you too.

I fear that my fears I may misconstrue.
My fear of me is quite often of you.

I fear being afraid which seems a bad joke
upon which my protagonist might easily choke.

I fear old age and not getting old too.
And the way to stop aging just simply won’t do.

I fear that this poem is not very good.
And that I’ve never been the best that I could.

Fear Mongers, they cage and make us blind,
Fear Mongers, they climb into sleeping minds,
Fear Mongers, they slaughter and divide,
Fear Mongers, they lie and in the darkness hide.

Fear Mongers, they lead to the death of another day,
Fear Mongers, they are the shadows in the sun’s rays,
Fear Mongers, they burrow into brittle minds,
Fear Mongers, they make bitter the sweet wine.

Fear Mongers, they rupture the dreams of love,
Fear Mongers, they poison the blue skies above,
Fear Mongers, they corrupt diamonds into stones,
Fear Mongers, they corrode and snap fertile bones,

Fear Mongers, they make us twist and turn,
Fear Mongers, they spit and fuel the fires of hate,
Fear Mongers, they crumble empires into dust,
Fear Mongers, they lacerate the eyes of trust,

Fear Mongers, they leech the light of life,
Fear Mongers, they stab the crust of existence,
Fear Mongers, they scratch us with nightmares,
Fear Mongers, they stain the books of truth.

*Beware the Fear Mongers…