Poems of Jeff Rushton
|22.||Black and white||9/1/2008|
|28.||Building up to success||9/3/2008|
|29.||By their fruits ye shall know them||9/2/2008|
|30.||Candles burn until the wax melts||9/3/2008|
|34.||Clouds are the angels airplanes||9/3/2008|
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.