Inspiration for an unfinished poem.

I have gotten an inspiration, but I'm in a weird place to work on it (read: Tokyo). So, I shall just write down pointers before I forget. And Japanese keyboards are weird. Like, eventhough the button says "(", I pressed it and it came out as a "*".

Anyway here goes.

My river

(Throbbing, throbbing bleakly against the beat and
ebbing, it brings to break against its swollen banks.)
(The brook has flooded, its breakers breached.)
(My river flows not in rain, it beats,)
(blaring its bleats and pleads)
(As crash of thunders, peal of lightning
flash and splash
that illuminates
what feeds your appetite)
(Still the ice that lies within as
you feast upon men.)

Random lines that popped into my head as I was walking along the canal/river and it was raining heavily. And as I thought them up, I was wondering what they meant and I realized they meant something to me. True these are not the original as I remembered thinking of them (this is written in Tokyo) but the first line is close enough. As I thought up these lines, I sought to wright a line that captured the undulations of the hypnotic in which the river flows, not placcidly but in beats, like a heart. Heavy on alliteration it's almost jejune, but after the idea of this poem was formed in my head I began to wonder what it meant to me. Obviously it's something personal, and I realized, "Hm, how true. That to truly deceipher a poem's intention, by teasing out the literal can you then allude to what it's supposed to mean. I only hope what it means remain close to only me.

It is only as such when I chose not to seek to write something, which usually turns out patterned and arraigned, but when emotions or subconsciousness takes over and overwhelms that such raw emotions are materialized into writing. Then will it not rhyme.