Submissions by Rhythmsand

It  is not so much starting these things. It is about continuity and stamina for the long haul and eventual completion.  Starting is easy.  The germ of the idea grows and eventually for lack of nourishment fails to exten its life force into a fully flredged plant.  Why is this?

The strange thing is that for as long as I can remember I feel so un full.  There is part of me that is constanly searchingfor somethingand it even haunts my nights .  What is the journey of life meant to be about?  What is it I should be achieving.

There really is no one answer to this  and of course...

laughing into the wind now
a mirthless laughter
whisked away across torn topped swells
the sea drowning all sentiment
deep
deep
fathomless grave
for what was once

years of flowing emotion
multitudes of meandering words and wisdon
exploration of self and soul shared
endless continuity
emotions evolved
passions spent freely
souls spiraling skyward
love confessions

The madness was profound
deep
all encompassing
body
soul
mind
mingled
melted into one

not just one year or two...

standing on the roaddside craving love like a dog
tail wagging each time a car goes past
heart banging
hope panting hard


each car drives on
passing a crazy heart

an open hole gets wider
as if to swallow the aching soul

left behind
discarded
an empty bottle of beer

a glimpse of beauty at the window
smiling wide
steering to another place
without my heart inside

howling at the moon
in a crowded room
no one hears the sigh of my desperation for love above the hubub
the traffic rumbles on
the...