Three Flavors of Life
Tranquility is
no mystery
just simply
an impossibility.
Passion
perpetual motion
of human spirit
harnessed it wears down
like a horse on a water wheel
freed it goes wild
like dandelions in the spring.
Contempt
embers smoldering
deep inside
consuming passion
denying tranquility
holy god of
destruction.
LarryB 10.31.01
Email: Night.Writer@lycos.com
