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The Power of Fear I've heard it said by scholars, fear can keep you safe. They cite history as an example when this point they make. Fear according to Webster is a lot of things. Horror, panic, trepidation, fear is even pain. Everyone, they say, will experience fear at times. An emotion we all have inside, a feeling, yours and mine. Fear, I guess, has purpose to keep us all alive. Protected by their office, some say "For fear he did survive." They use the power of language, use it as a disguise, to hide their inner truth, their narcissistic rise. In the air, safe and sound, while men are dying on the ground, they wait until the dust has settled, then order the plane down. A rush to find their favorite writer, makeup, a phony frown. It's time to face the camera, solidify their new crown. This is you nation, I do rule, my job to keep you free. Come forward young men, fathers, husbands, your duty is to me. Your families will be proud of you, you're making history. If you must die too young, the cause is for good you see. The price of freedom has no limit, a life cannot erase your name forever frozen, in a monument of brass encased. All who now morn you and struggle to survive, all who still have hope of finding you alive, will file past your honor, hold your baby tight, whisper in your daughters ear, for freedom he did fight. Then place a rose beneath your name, kiss the hallowed spot, wipe the tears of grief away, tell your child to weep not. Your father is a hero, he did his country proud. Somehow we will go on, you're the man of the family now. I stand apart mesmerized and watch the steady stream. Place hand to mouth, control my fear, try hard not to scream. My brothers and my sisters, consumed by only fear, like sheep to pasture, huddle close, their empty eyes make clear the cause, though for wrong reasons, will continue to justify the evil fear in those who live their life on high. My own tears now are streaming down my ashen face. They blur my sight, consume my strength, determined to replace the power of truth I hold within as I stifle my need to run, stepping closer I see his name, my heart, my soul, my son. The air leaves my body, my brain evaporates, on wobbly legs, I join the flock, now my eyes too are blank. The warmth of the flock comforts me, my thoughts no longer clear, I too have been defeated by the power, the power of fear. |
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Edited by
boonedoggy61
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Sun 12/11/11 05:36 AM
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The Power of Fear I've heard it said by scholars, fear can keep you safe. They cite history as an example when this point they make. Fear according to Webster is a lot of things. Horror, panic, trepidation, fear is even pain. Everyone, they say, will experience fear at times. An emotion we all have inside, a feeling, yours and mine. Fear, I guess, has purpose to keep us all alive. Protected by their office, some say "For fear he did survive." They use the power of language, use it as a disguise, to hide their inner truth, their narcissistic rise. In the air, safe and sound, while men are dying on the ground, they wait until the dust has settled, then order the plane down. A rush to find their favorite writer, makeup, a phony frown. It's time to face the camera, solidify their new crown. This is you nation, I do rule, my job to keep you free. Come forward young men, fathers, husbands, your duty is to me. Your families will be proud of you, you're making history. If you must die too young, the cause is for good you see. The price of freedom has no limit, a life cannot erase your name forever frozen, in a monument of brass encased. All who now morn you and struggle to survive, all who still have hope of finding you alive, will file past your honor, hold your baby tight, whisper in your daughters ear, for freedom he did fight. Then place a rose beneath your name, kiss the hallowed spot, wipe the tears of grief away, tell your child to weep not. Your father is a hero, he did his country proud. Somehow we will go on, you're the man of the family now. I stand apart mesmerized and watch the steady stream. Place hand to mouth, control my fear, try hard not to scream. My brothers and my sisters, consumed by only fear, like sheep to pasture, huddle close, their empty eyes make clear the cause, though for wrong reasons, will continue to justify the evil fear in those who live their life on high. My own tears now are streaming down my ashen face. They blur my sight, consume my strength, determined to replace the power of truth I hold within as I stifle my need to run, stepping closer I see his name, my heart, my soul, my son. The air leaves my body, my brain evaporates, on wobbly legs, I join the flock, now my eyes too are blank. The warmth of the flock comforts me, my thoughts no longer clear, I too have been defeated by the power, the power of fear. Very nice.................boonedoggy-Vietnam 69-75....... |
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Hey Boone!! Thanks....and thanks for serving, you're my hero!
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The warmth of the flock comforts me, my thoughts no longer clear,
I too have been defeated by the power, the power of fear. Let not your fear stop you from knowing their heart. For all that they believe in, for all they stand, not just part. Let their missions to be more, their needs to explore. Allow yourself their truth to have and always show. They have to become who they are inside. That can't be denied. This is a very Beautiful Statemen of love and commitment.. Thank you for sharing this piece of your heart with us. |
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And you never finished college and hated English? Maybe you just read the wrong books or took the wrong classes 'cause baby, you are a writing hottie. The girls love a guy who who write. Okay maybe just us dweebie ones who understand big words, symbolism, etc. who want to go hunt down Carl Hiaasen.
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The Power of Fear I've heard it said by scholars, fear can keep you safe. They cite history as an example when this point they make. Fear according to Webster is a lot of things. Horror, panic, trepidation, fear is even pain. Everyone, they say, will experience fear at times. An emotion we all have inside, a feeling, yours and mine. Fear, I guess, has purpose to keep us all alive. Protected by their office, some say "For fear he did survive." They use the power of language, use it as a disguise, to hide their inner truth, their narcissistic rise. In the air, safe and sound, while men are dying on the ground, they wait until the dust has settled, then order the plane down. A rush to find their favorite writer, makeup, a phony frown. It's time to face the camera, solidify their new crown. This is you nation, I do rule, my job to keep you free. Come forward young men, fathers, husbands, your duty is to me. Your families will be proud of you, you're making history. If you must die too young, the cause is for good you see. The price of freedom has no limit, a life cannot erase your name forever frozen, in a monument of brass encased. All who now morn you and struggle to survive, all who still have hope of finding you alive, will file past your honor, hold your baby tight, whisper in your daughters ear, for freedom he did fight. Then place a rose beneath your name, kiss the hallowed spot, wipe the tears of grief away, tell your child to weep not. Your father is a hero, he did his country proud. Somehow we will go on, you're the man of the family now. I stand apart mesmerized and watch the steady stream. Place hand to mouth, control my fear, try hard not to scream. My brothers and my sisters, consumed by only fear, like sheep to pasture, huddle close, their empty eyes make clear the cause, though for wrong reasons, will continue to justify the evil fear in those who live their life on high. My own tears now are streaming down my ashen face. They blur my sight, consume my strength, determined to replace the power of truth I hold within as I stifle my need to run, stepping closer I see his name, my heart, my soul, my son. The air leaves my body, my brain evaporates, on wobbly legs, I join the flock, now my eyes too are blank. The warmth of the flock comforts me, my thoughts no longer clear, I too have been defeated by the power, the power of fear. Leigh, I meant to quote Terry. You are wasted on here Leigh. You need to be published if you are not already. You are amazing. Love, Terri |
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Hey you guys, AG, Terry, ManOman, and Teri thanks for reading and commenting....Love yall!!
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TY I wrote this a few weeks after 9/11..... 9/11...A humbling experience... 9/11...Lost illusions of superiority, safety, exceptionalism? 9/11...A game changer for America... |
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Absolutely amazing!
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Thanks Ny...Thank you for reading and commenting..
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Very grand indeed.
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The Power of Fear I've heard it said by scholars, fear can keep you safe. They cite history as an example when this point they make. Fear according to Webster is a lot of things. Horror, panic, trepidation, fear is even pain. Everyone, they say, will experience fear at times. An emotion we all have inside, a feeling, yours and mine. Fear, I guess, has purpose to keep us all alive. Protected by their office, some say "For fear he did survive." They use the power of language, use it as a disguise, to hide their inner truth, their narcissistic rise. In the air, safe and sound, while men are dying on the ground, they wait until the dust has settled, then order the plane down. A rush to find their favorite writer, makeup, a phony frown. It's time to face the camera, solidify their new crown. This is you nation, I do rule, my job to keep you free. Come forward young men, fathers, husbands, your duty is to me. Your families will be proud of you, you're making history. If you must die too young, the cause is for good you see. The price of freedom has no limit, a life cannot erase your name forever frozen, in a monument of brass encased. All who now morn you and struggle to survive, all who still have hope of finding you alive, will file past your honor, hold your baby tight, whisper in your daughters ear, for freedom he did fight. Then place a rose beneath your name, kiss the hallowed spot, wipe the tears of grief away, tell your child to weep not. Your father is a hero, he did his country proud. Somehow we will go on, you're the man of the family now. I stand apart mesmerized and watch the steady stream. Place hand to mouth, control my fear, try hard not to scream. My brothers and my sisters, consumed by only fear, like sheep to pasture, huddle close, their empty eyes make clear the cause, though for wrong reasons, will continue to justify the evil fear in those who live their life on high. My own tears now are streaming down my ashen face. They blur my sight, consume my strength, determined to replace the power of truth I hold within as I stifle my need to run, stepping closer I see his name, my heart, my soul, my son. The air leaves my body, my brain evaporates, on wobbly legs, I join the flock, now my eyes too are blank. The warmth of the flock comforts me, my thoughts no longer clear, I too have been defeated by the power, the power of fear. In memory of ALL who lost their lives not just on September 11, 2001, but on the days, weeks, months, and years that followed as American reeled from shock and disbelief...In honor of all the families who lost their beloved to the hand of a terrorist act.... |
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Viki,
This is outstanding, what a fine contribution to the world you are. I have taken my have off and bowed my head in silence for all those we now only see in a dream that is a nightmare that we all witnessed all those years ago. X x |
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Edited by
2KidsMom
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Tue 09/11/12 09:41 AM
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The Power of Fear I've heard it said by scholars, fear can keep you safe. They cite history as an example when this point they make. Fear according to Webster is a lot of things. Horror, panic, trepidation, fear is even pain. Everyone, they say, will experience fear at times. An emotion we all have inside, a feeling, yours and mine. Fear, I guess, has purpose to keep us all alive. Protected by their office, some say "For fear he did survive." They use the power of language, use it as a disguise, to hide their inner truth, their narcissistic rise. In the air, safe and sound, while men are dying on the ground, they wait until the dust has settled, then order the plane down. A rush to find their favorite writer, makeup, a phony frown. It's time to face the camera, solidify their new crown. This is you nation, I do rule, my job to keep you free. Come forward young men, fathers, husbands, your duty is to me. Your families will be proud of you, you're making history. If you must die too young, the cause is for good you see. The price of freedom has no limit, a life cannot erase your name forever frozen, in a monument of brass encased. All who now morn you and struggle to survive, all who still have hope of finding you alive, will file past your honor, hold your baby tight, whisper in your daughters ear, for freedom he did fight. Then place a rose beneath your name, kiss the hallowed spot, wipe the tears of grief away, tell your child to weep not. Your father is a hero, he did his country proud. Somehow we will go on, you're the man of the family now. I stand apart mesmerized and watch the steady stream. Place hand to mouth, control my fear, try hard not to scream. My brothers and my sisters, consumed by only fear, like sheep to pasture, huddle close, their empty eyes make clear the cause, though for wrong reasons, will continue to justify the evil fear in those who live their life on high. My own tears now are streaming down my ashen face. They blur my sight, consume my strength, determined to replace the power of truth I hold within as I stifle my need to run, stepping closer I see his name, my heart, my soul, my son. The air leaves my body, my brain evaporates, on wobbly legs, I join the flock, now my eyes too are blank. The warmth of the flock comforts me, my thoughts no longer clear, I too have been defeated by the power, the power of fear. ((((((leigh))))))) *Fear* is magnificent..I dare say,it has a good and evil side. |
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The Power of Fear I've heard it said by scholars, fear can keep you safe. They cite history as an example when this point they make. Fear according to Webster is a lot of things. Horror, panic, trepidation, fear is even pain. Everyone, they say, will experience fear at times. An emotion we all have inside, a feeling, yours and mine. Fear, I guess, has purpose to keep us all alive. Protected by their office, some say "For fear he did survive." They use the power of language, use it as a disguise, to hide their inner truth, their narcissistic rise. In the air, safe and sound, while men are dying on the ground, they wait until the dust has settled, then order the plane down. A rush to find their favorite writer, makeup, a phony frown. It's time to face the camera, solidify their new crown. This is you nation, I do rule, my job to keep you free. Come forward young men, fathers, husbands, your duty is to me. Your families will be proud of you, you're making history. If you must die too young, the cause is for good you see. The price of freedom has no limit, a life cannot erase your name forever frozen, in a monument of brass encased. All who now morn you and struggle to survive, all who still have hope of finding you alive, will file past your honor, hold your baby tight, whisper in your daughters ear, for freedom he did fight. Then place a rose beneath your name, kiss the hallowed spot, wipe the tears of grief away, tell your child to weep not. Your father is a hero, he did his country proud. Somehow we will go on, you're the man of the family now. I stand apart mesmerized and watch the steady stream. Place hand to mouth, control my fear, try hard not to scream. My brothers and my sisters, consumed by only fear, like sheep to pasture, huddle close, their empty eyes make clear the cause, though for wrong reasons, will continue to justify the evil fear in those who live their life on high. My own tears now are streaming down my ashen face. They blur my sight, consume my strength, determined to replace the power of truth I hold within as I stifle my need to run, stepping closer I see his name, my heart, my soul, my son. The air leaves my body, my brain evaporates, on wobbly legs, I join the flock, now my eyes too are blank. The warmth of the flock comforts me, my thoughts no longer clear, I too have been defeated by the power, the power of fear. THAT was AWESOME Ms Leigh ! So deep,meaningful and touching ! WOW ! KiK |
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