Counselor
Counselor
Who can find me,
Beating on the door,
I am in the corners,
When your machines have grown quiet
When your careless love abandons
When you don’t want the truth
You do not deserve me
You frightened misanthrope
Come anyway animal of Darwin,
Killer of babies and lover of lucre
You could not nail me to degradation,
I am, who I say I AM,
You are not
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 |
| Life with the Pill | 3 | 07/16/2009 |
| Counselor | 0 | 07/03/2009 |
| A-G-A-P-E | 2 | 07/03/2009 |
| Time Bomb | 0 | 02/02/2009 |
| Nothing is ever lost | 1 | 02/01/2009 |
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