“Do not be afraid”,
The poet said.

“Come, follow me,
Take my hand” he urged,
As he stood on the burning bridge.
“I will guide you into places
Where you have never been,
To see sights that you have never seen”

And guide us he did,
This wonderful man,
With words and rhythms
And rhymes and reasons
That we had never heard,
The lines of which we had never learned

And when he took us home,
At the end of our long journey,
We felt refreshed and alive,
As if the sky had washed us
In a way it had never done
Whilst we sang a song we had never sung.

And this poet even put us to bed
And he watched as we dreamed
Of worlds we had never seen,
Of words we had never spoken,
In a way we shall never forget
And with a love that we shall never regret.

And the poet said,
“Do not be afraid”

Two years ago I would be terrified.

Sitting alone in the dark,
A bus stop on an empty street.

My hands are under my legs,
Im not cold.

Ive stared at a yellow light,
I imagine its hue as the sun
It feels warm.

Sounds of faint wind whistles course from one ear to another,
I smile and take a deep breath in.

Here where I am sat, I belong.

I close my eyes and imagine what will come of me,
What will come of me?

The Artic air, the sinister setting complete a tranquil mind.

I have accepted all odds.

I am not scared.

NOLI TIMERE

to how small
he was
back then

the big barking dog
appears
a monster

a Grendel and
a Grendel's mother
put together

just as in
the telling
of the tale

his sister's voice
weaving a Beowulf
along the journey

every atom
of him
totally frightened

"Don't be afraid..."
she whispers to him
"Here...hold my hand!"

she stares the creature
straight in the eye
"Hello...Mr. Dog!"

and the creature shrinks
back into
someone's favourite pet

we walk on
into our future
without looking back

now here
at your death
I can still feel

your hand
in my hand
even

in a world
without you
I tremble

with
the loss
of you

and Death shrinks
before this great love
the tiniest of touches

"Don't be afraid..."
you whisper to me
"Here...hold my hand!"

However, to divert attention
Defeated the bright lights of the voice 1000X7X
the girls; in light of the war on the Internet of a dog,
I crushed them w/ which it is mixed commonly;  
Since the ash is bad; Oh, table & proceed
to the salesclerk playing w/ her arm of the corner;
Your baby's mom,         which is to say the mother
of the dignity of grand advertising?  What do you want?
Giiirrrrrrl, the ball, or woman?                There is a form
                  recently acquired by the multitude of shame!
Of judgment,      Hannah, of everything that is trending;
- defeat of the boy and girl, however, in order to divert law;
10007X bright damsel;                  Shedding light
                       on the extinction of the parents; leaps and go
                       the price of the dog in charge
In fact,    a cleric of the fuel for the evils are mingled;
O Lord, if the entire history of the earth breaks
In gutters & wives taking a bit of it, she was an infant,
& the mother of the mom; What is the size of the advertising budget?
What do you want? Giiirrrrrrl to ball over a woman?
Does the new shape & size; which is trending; God,
that you chose? - The girl is great; time is the worst;
However, to divert the attention of the right,
1000X7 the glare of the bright girls;      The light
extinguished of war for the price of a dog, it is clear
from the common ashes,   because they are mingled
w/ the evils of the table, O Lord, to the clergy,
& the corner of the story of the gutters, your baby's
mom is a mother & that's all, & of the greatness
    of the advertising budget?  What do you want?
Bali giiirrrrrrl or woman? There is a new form
In the confused throng,   & characters produce
                                   trending to make an attack?
- boy and girl were once a disaster,
however, to divert the attention of the right,
10007X glare and bright girls;      The light;
On the extinction of the place of parents will go to him;
the price of the dog's fire arms & the leader because
they are mingled w/ the evils of the table,
Oh, Lord, to the clergy,   & the produce of the story
breaks down in the gutter & takes her mom & your
baby-wives & mothers w/ the size of his advertising budget?
What do you want? Giiirrrrrrl to the ball over a woman?
Does the new format & size which is trending;
God, who chose you? -                boy & girl;
A lot of time is the worst.

1000X7 & winning the right;  |   flashing little girls
by torchlight while sniffing the textile donkey's ***
who is sexually aroused        biting into the ***** of a dog,
where the channel is to crap after eating a meal, you geek;
You're tossing your apples,           O Lord, by the secretary,
           the wheat field is not the middle ground;
your mom's ******* off a policeman; That's right, your mom!
& what do you want? To throw the giiirrrrrrl a ball!!
Trending panic, the Colossus of Clout!  - childhood
insulted by the specially written oppressive history.

1000X7 & winning the right diet; the shining
of the lightning of the little girl of his heart, snuffed;
      the weapon took it up the *** in the torchlight
of a general itch, & a dog biting the situation in the gloryhole
         of God; chalk it up to the crap u eat for lunch, you geek;
You're mixing your apples & oranges, Lord, the Secretary;
But what is not in the second half;  a one off of your mom's
baby at the breast of great grief;    That's right, your mom!
& what do you want?      A giiirrrrrrl to throw a ball to!!
Trending alarm wrote about Colossus Clout! -       Concerning
Childhood, he wrote a history of the most serious insult;

1000X7 & winning the right diet glare's brightness of
The Girl;       The light of a body of armed men to *****
w/ wooden ax handles, wailing for the common *******
glory of the bite of a dog,   the cat's lunch piped up  
parts from the dust you're mixing your apples,
art Thou, O Lord, and secretary; Wheat & the like;
Your baby's mom is in the Gulf of advertising;
take off so that that which is right; Your mother!
& what do you want? Giiirrrrrrl woman to throw
the ball! Do not be afraid: the Lord heard u were
trending huge & pliant rush? - In the history
of childhood, the girl is serious.

Et conciliandos 1000X7 ius victu fulgor et claritas
Puella; Lumen exstinguere armatorum
gemitu nemus ansam canino commune ***
gloria morsum canis felis prandium pulvere partes organi
Tu misces vestra apples tu es, Domine, scriba:
Et sicut triticum;   Tua infantem scriptor mom est in Sinu
tolle quod vendo et iustitiam
Mater! et quid tibi vis? mulier Giiirrrrrrl
pila iactare? Noli timere: exaudivit
trending ingens paras detexere iunco? - In historia
                                 puerorum et puellae grave est

in winning the right to the diet's glare,    1000X7
the brightness of the girl's light on the extinction
of the handle for the parent of the arms
of the King of the common dog's glory
w/ the dust shaken off the gas pipe to the dinner parties;
you are mixing apples, you, Lord, secretary
& u throw your baby's mom into the bay;
such is advertising & a line; Mother! What do you want?
Giiirrrrrrl woman to throw the ball?            Do not,
trending huge & pliantly in a rush? - The boy & the girl;
               their story is serious.

However,                    in order to divert the attention
      of the right diet 1000X7 glare of the bright girls;
                  The light extinguished between the place
of a parent to take up arms against the General dog's
ashes channel to the table & you are mixing apples,
Sir; that's the clerk's,  the wheat & the plot from the
gutters, your baby's a mom, this, women as mothers,
& his greatness,                     the advertising budget?
What do you want? To ball the giiirrrrrrl woman?
A new kind of the size, what is tested trending push?
- boy & girl; what is important at any time
in the time of the evil one.