Poems of Jeff Rushton
|221.||Where do you go when there is no road?||9/2/2008|
|222.||Where does it begin?||9/1/2008|
|223.||Who am I?||9/4/2008|
|224.||Who will hold?||9/3/2008|
|226.||You are the beacon||9/2/2008|
|227.||Your mind is master||9/4/2008|
Is there more to say? The whirlwind of emotions and convulsions that make up these little four letters. An all-encompassing, all-powerful feeling that brings life to it's highest highs and hearts to their lowest lows. There is nothing like it, life without it is always in lack or longing for it.