....in store.
There is so many things birth out of pain. It seems such a shame that the tears flowing down my face can be confused as rain.
Oh Lord, my God it gushes out of control it pours and not trickles to the floor.
Whatever will I do weep out for more?
No, bow my face down and pray because God has something in store.
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 |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| On Christmas | 0 | 12/23/2013 |
| Missing Pieces | 0 | 12/15/2013 |
| Like Glass | 0 | 04/22/2013 |
| Beauty is in the Mirror | 1 | 09/08/2012 |
| Blinded by my Senses. | 1 | 06/25/2012 |
| MBS | 1 | 09/13/2011 |
| ....in store. | 0 | 10/18/2009 |
| No Longer | 0 | 07/30/2009 |
| A Lovers Text | 1 | 05/21/2009 |
| alive | 0 | 03/02/2009 |
| NOT MINE | 0 | 02/22/2009 |
| OOH!! | 0 | 02/22/2009 |
| Male Reflection | 2 | 02/22/2009 |
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