Fear

Irrational fears

Plaguing my mind

Worries big and small

Filling me with dread

Thoughts of someone’s suicide

Triggered by my writing

A bullet of imagination

Faster than light

My panic deepens

Even though there was nothing

My mind can’t stop creating

Phantoms and prison cells

A/N: I never know if my writing is going to trigger a bad reaction, which is why I try to censor the darker things going on in my head. This blog doesn’t have many subscribers, so my worries are much less when I post things here.

Last Stand

Muscles ache, eyes weary, the war was lost, we run, we flee
A hay bed beckons my head in a stable, horses neigh
Sleep at last, my eyes close, glimpsing nightmares, my memories
My parents’ unavenged murder, and friends I was forced to slay

My companions wake me, we’re being chased,
They point to the next hill, at a torch trail
A fiery snake
A thousand riders
To catch five survivors
We who survived the fire lake

We split up to confuse the trail
Riding as fast as we dare
Without light, without bronze (and) mail
Fear fills me everywhere

Our pursuers do not split,
They chase after me with unity
My fear then transforms
Anger feeds my storm

My horse topples down and I wait for the enemy
One against a thousand, the odds are against me
An owl screams from the trees, “Noo Noo, easy peasy”
I chose my spot, and wait with moon sword and sun shield
As dawn breaks I kill the last man while he tries to yield.

Last Stand Music:

[Poem] The Gom Jabbar

Bring the gom jabbar
Test me now and see
Feel the gom jabbar
Death/epiphany
It’s my choice to make
The pain I may take
Or it might make me break

Fear is the mind killer
Let it take away the filler
Fear is the little death
Let me shake away the real threat

I will face my fear
I will not wildly rear
I will permit it to pass
over me and through me
I will ride it at long last
To the gates of oblivion
And when it has then gone past
I will turn the third inner eye
to see its path, learning from this ride

Where the fear has gone there will be nothing

Only I will remain… Drifting like mist, between my fear and everything

[Inspired by Frank Herbert’s Dune. Italicized text has been lifted from the Bene Gesserits’ Litany Against Fear. The gom jabbar is a test they use to tell if someone is a true human or a beast… Reason vs animal Instinct, etc, etc]

Image: St Alia of the Knife and the Artreides gom jabbar

http://projectsand.blogspot.com/2010/09/alia-and-leto-ii.html?m=1