Music inspires, would you post a poem or story to this?

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Journey of a Lost Soul

She walks away, not one more tragedy can she endure,
the wind blows and scrambles her hair as it falls upon her
troubled soul.
Left adrift in a sea of worry and despair, as she lingers
in the wasteland of destroyed and torn dreams
that float by her limb by limb, heart by heart
reminding the giver of past indisgressions leaving them
afloat in this cesspool of bewilderment
holding onto a heart that has failed in the billowing winds
that surround the other passengers seeking refuge
in the aftermath of life as they sink or rise into a cavern of
shattered dreams or float to the sky to rest in the wings
of its glory,
each soul set on this path to meander into oblivion
by desires they choose not to control.
Would they thrive in their selfish choices or rot in a sewer
of greedy wants?
She floats in this treacherous sea, slowly slipping away
one more piece of her gone each day as she watches the
bodies turn to garbage and float by her
causing her to swell and tear to escape back into a
world of joy and relief.
Get her out of this pond of desperation, trying not
to wrap her thoughts around her wrongs.
Rowing harder and deep, she pushes the despair to
it?s appropriate place tucked in the hole she saves
for her plight out of a wasted and cruel life.

sjo/jazz

Thats was beautiful,I loved it..

Sad, yet beautiful poem jazz...the music is a nice touch..great idea!

She sat at the piano,her tears falling on the tinkling keys. Sad, that the man she loved was just a tease. All the love she had placed in his care,had gone when he left from there!

Happens too much, very sad. Perhaps he warned her.

BURMA SHAVE!

May I assume that means "Hogwash."

No dearest it was meant to describe my little POME!
Didn't you see those signs along the highway that always ended BURMA SHAVE after a little rhyme?

Many years ago, in a time of great trouble, two children looked into each other?s eyes and promised to love each other forever. They did not know what love is. They did not know what forever is. They did not know what a promise is. They did not even know each other. Had they known these things, they would never have made such a promise.
The winds and waves of time drove them far from each other, and they wandered the world searching for that which cannot not be named, but only dreamed. They found comfort, and they found joy. They found loss and sorrow. They found despair and Hope. They chiseled their marks on the great stone of time. Life taught them what love, promises, and forever are.
Older, wounded, and tired, they stumbled across each other again. Far far wiser, they again looked into each other?s eyes, and realized they had kept the promise after all. It had come from the great wisdom of Not Knowing, and it would not be denied. That wisdom had blessed them all along.

Lots of emotion and nostalgia and angst and pain and... well, emotions. Beautiful!!