An old piece that is part of my Wisdom And Poetry series. Feedback will be appreciated.
F.E.A.R.. It stands for False Evidence Appearing Real
Evidently, I appear to be disappearing, still-
..I hang ‘round here in F.E.A.R like earrings sealed
As it reveals a man’s true colors, I’m honored, right?
Or is it the cause of people growing color blind?
Falsely adapting peep holes, showing collar minds
They don’t even mind being controlled, dominated
F.E.A.R being an entity, behold.. exonerated
Life is far from a straight path, it’s bold.. accelerated
Cursive due to F.E.A.R, it unfolds agglomerated-
..data, but they say a man fears what he does not understand
Nothing in life is to be feared, covered under hands
It is to be understood, so I cover fear under sand
I wonder, can’t I picture positivism, or is that the ballad?
Fear is a small darkroom where negatives are developed
In order to visualize, you have to comprehend F.E.A.R
To portray success, understanding has to pretend here
To be on the same line as F.E.A.R, I tend, dear-
..God, to be fearless, yet I end up fearing fear itself
Or is it that fear fears me? Fearsome yet clear in itself
Or is the False Evidence Appearing Real fearing itself?
Hence, it appearing to be false, logic seems blind
People lie out of fear, if fear is false, a lie scene demised
Then it means that F.E.A.R fears F.E.A.R
And hope intervenes here, hear, it’s clear, I swear...