Tim B Poet Rhyme

Without Passion

What passion that lies before
Has drowned the truth offshore
Written heart, carved in blood
The spoken word is a flood

The written word is an earthquake
What passion is in doth shake
Lies in permanent form, carved in stone
Shakes the core, shakes the bone

Feel the rhythm in the hands
The fierce artificer 
Dead without passionate plans
Now they’ll frolic wiser

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Cherl Dunn January 6, 2014 at 2:12 PM Wonderful my friend great job here keep it up and thanks for the great comment i love words myself i will be back to read more of your stuff you dear sir have a fan here, thanks for your comments. cheri