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This poem is my final submission to poetry soup, I just wanted to take this opportunity to thank some of the loveliest and kindest people who supported me along the way, the few know who you are, from the bottom of my Irish heart I thank you for your kindness.
And a huge thank you to Fencing Quill and Rebecca Tennyson
My apologies for the deception.

"People are passionate in the words they espouse but little else follows" "poets quote"

"It's discouraging to think how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit"
Noel Coward

"A Heart that's never loved is a Life that's never lived" "Poets Quote" paraphrased Lord A Tennyson 

"A closed mind is the saviour of fools but only if we listen and act upon it" "Poets Quote"

"Show me the colour of your heart and I will show you the world" "Poets Quote"

    A Heart's Lament: Oh! What Fools We Are

Entombed above the ground we passive walk in life,
Aloft we carry stone hearts without drawing blood,
We bury dreams like loved ones while still awake,
We cower in stone circles to observe what we create.

Oh! What fools are we that cultivate Man to hate
And spread his tainted tongue where folly sleeps,
This miracle of Creation that laughs at our despair,
Hate, who walks not alone but breathes the same air.

Oh! What fools are we to discard love with such disdain
That weathers each storm like a galleon stuck at sea,
To float in shallow waters but never feel the deep,
Oh! what sorry fools to live our lives in blissful sleep.

Oh! what fools we are to think memory could deceive 
and placate the heart from pain in the hope we forget
To become bedfellows with the past haunts my days
like a war that's never waged but one she always wins.

Oh! What fools we are that wreak havoc on the heart
That furtive life should be crushed within its shell,
Where rigor mortis sleeps around the heart til dead
The fool no more to wake, 'til his last breath forsakes. 

Time, sweet time, that sours the taste of fragrant words
and pummels til beaten, nights once faithful servant,
I lack the courage of the seasons to quell your voice
and the desire to breathe Autumn, beyond my choice.
    
                         And soon from now.

A Silenced voice floats on sea-glass, foam and silt,
Dreams echo in the heart the few words that remain
His only real truth, that the heart and mind are fools
And only in death will the foolish heart join Life's sane.

Oh! What a fool I was to place my trust in my own heart.

"Poetry is not simply about the heart and soul it's the awakening of creativity that sleeps within them" Poets Quote
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