Submissions by Rhapsodist

Read them to yourself with passion and witness the spark that happens. Poetry the music withen me has not a drum but is in so many ways a percussion instrument with infinite tones and vibrations. Playing it's melody not with strings but words and most likely more words to relate them. In such that it educates our minds to a better way of feeling not just a better disguise designed to hide. What's to say the meaning in our life isn't just to live free with self love. Honoring our ability to spread that overtime. Meanwhile being shore to produce something greater then myself. A timeless respect...

Comprehending wrong in self is a constant The designs we make deep within aren't perfect either way I reject them in all there negativeness as plain blank pallets surrounded  by blank space. minor joys won become our legacy crowded by all this useless waste that stinks the land unread or written over reasons of ones  sorrows  left unfollowed and untraced polluted waters release over something fine to ease my mind. thoughts of when I'm alone with you times I've lied causing my own madness and disorder  I'd fear to much as the father of daughters. slowly waiting for these wolves to attempt to...