Poetry is a language Of powerful thoughts and imagery, it can strike in the heart of man, it can shape lives and actions. Then can it not be used to enhance to the finder qualities of man? Rather than providing shallow enjoyment? And promoting the baser instincts? If I was a poet, I would like my words To compell the soul, To pursue the true pupose of existence. Oh, what wouldn’t I give to go on collecting my reward, Beyond this life....

Wednesday, June 22, 2005

The Scar on My Face

01-12-04

Do you see a scar,
The scar on my face?
It is a symbol of grief
The endless torment and suffering
The world has meted out to me.

Do you see a scar,
The scar on my face?
It speaks of hopes long gone...........(unfinished)

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