Mystery
The desolate solitude infinitely shivering with a mysterious
passion,
Sacrifices isolated within the presence of my amorist.
Imprisoned by my own heart and feelings,
Profound desires deluging from my soul.
Feelings of a clam peace,
A quiet peace so elongated by the emotions of my love.
~jeb
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
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Alone | 1 | 03/07/2012 |
| My Child | 1 | 03/07/2012 |
| Mystery | 0 | 03/07/2012 |
| Free | 0 | 03/07/2012 |
| My Chamber | 2 | 09/24/2010 |
| Words of Love | 1 | 09/24/2010 |
| Deliver Unto Hell | 0 | 10/28/2009 |
| Looking Glass | 0 | 10/28/2009 |
| Time | 0 | 10/28/2009 |
| Impressions | 2 | 10/28/2009 |
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