is there peace
confusion,anger with how people are.frustion that no one thinks like me.nightmares,trying always to shake the confusion.tears,rage then laughter,
sikwhit laughter.always that thought,is there peace
is there peace
confusion,anger with how people are.frustion that no one thinks like me.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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keep waitin by the tree | 0 | 05/22/2010 |
being a mother | 1 | 01/05/2010 |
thinking what should be | 0 | 01/05/2010 |
daddys girl | 0 | 11/04/2009 |
is there peace | 0 | 11/01/2009 |
dusting my knees off | 0 | 10/31/2009 |
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