PASSION
it lies in all of us
sleeping
waiting
and though unwanted
unbidden
it will stir
open its jaws
and howl
PASSION speaks to us
guides us
PASSION rules us all
and we obey it
what other choice do we have
PASSION can be the source
of our finest moments
the joy of love
the clarity of hatred
and the the ecstasy of grief
it hurts sometimes
more than we can bare
if we could live with out PASSION
maybe we would know
some kind of peace
but we would be hollow
empty rooms
shuttered and dank
with out PASSION
we would be truly dead
