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    • STAYING IN SPIRIT DESPITE THE MADNESS OF THE WORLD

    W.G

     THE COMPLEXITIES OF MY INNER WORKINGS....INSIDE THERE'S A SINNER LURKING, A SAINT, AN ANGEL, A DEMON...WITHIN THEY'RE ALIVE AND BREATHING.....IT DOESN'T SEEM TO BE MY TIME OR SEASON, BUT THERE'S A REASON FOR CALAMITIES AND GUN SQUEEZING. THE WORST ACTS OF MANKIND, THIS WORLDS A LANDMINE....I REST HERE BETWEEN NIGHT AND DAY. WHERE NOTHING IS PERMANENT, NOTHING IS ABSOLUTE, NOTHING BUT TRUTH...O' HOW I CRAVE THE SIMPLICITIES OF MY YOUTH...

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    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

    casp1’s Poems (16)

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    HURRICANE 1 11/27/2009
    R.A.W 2 0 11/26/2009
    THE AFTERMATH 0 11/15/2009
    TO HER... 0 09/22/2009
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