What good is power if it's of no use.  Nothing to be done when demons are loose.  Trouncing around through the thoughts of your brain.  Preventing your ability to perform any use. Of the greatest weapon you have, that seeker of truth. Think for once with the mind that is free.  True power means nothing when rage is all that you see.


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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.