The Heart Broken Hearts
THE HEART
BROKEN HEARTS
Many a heart, looks not - at - through the eyes of reason.
Many a heart, in the throes of love, wants not but one season.
Many a heart, is blinded by Love's heat, -
to Cupid's song, dances to a different beat -
not often to the drummer of logic.
For many a heart, that dance becomes tragic.
Many a heart shrinks - starts receding,
finding it hard to stop the bleeding.
The obvious - even if one is not aware -
becomes - to the heart in love -
a man invisible, trying to touch
a reality - veiled - and a desire for,
a desire to be, a desire to see
deep into and beyond one's delusion -
a perfect sculpture of the Illusion, -
of a life that could never be,
and now it is no longer within, - you see -
to satisfy the needs for that beautiful Illusion, of -
for this heart to give anymore of it's love
to that lovely Illusion, thinking it is so far above.
Or so the delusion of the Illusion goes.
Who is it that really knows ?
THAT GOD
Zeus, of so many faces, by legend, man did split,
and ever since, the other half never seems to fit.
Zeus, the split tor of atoms - Adam, into Eve,
has set man adrift, searching for - on stormy sea -
his other half - his soul, his spirit that did leave,
and forevermore, will never or seldom see.
On his search for the other -
when found can seldom fill another
with that which he often does search -
upon this plain, in the heavens, on this earth.
No matter how ornate and beautiful the Church,
she can hardly provide a life or lifetime of mirth.
Yet man keeps on looking,
his brain keeps on cooking,
and all that he yearns-
all it seems to do - it burns -
is leave him cold,
then he grows old.
This my story told.
Not being to bold?, -
the thought I hold.
B.J."A" 2
June 21st 2009
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