Brave?
Outside seems to be gray, Iam looking away.
Running to not be the prey,
Molasses swelling my throat. I gulp, cough, and sneeze to get some ease,
but everything seems to freeze. Gray turns to gold, My throat begins to blaze. Night starts to phase,
My body begins to crave,
Just to be brave.
When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Brave? | 0 | 02/06/2010 |
| Life | 0 | 02/06/2010 |
| Love | 0 | 02/06/2010 |
| Lurking shadows | 0 | 02/06/2010 |
| Natural posions | 0 | 02/06/2010 |
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