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Blind Without Faith

The mind sees what the heart believes; therefore, the heart is our eye and eyes windows too often to hollow heads. We feel light more than allow it to clarify— a cloud of emotions true Dark Matter…. There are no spaces in creation: no bridges to cross nor potholes to leap--just broken continuity, where faithless junctures…. Oh! If only to splice love into everything— but such an easy solution makes us impossible….

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Leanne Lovejoy-Burton

Date: 4/12/2018 2:41:00 AM

I don't know if my heads hollow, a lot of birds fly out my windows when I open them, then again... reading the comments below, an intriguing take on it all.

Joe Dimino
Date: 4/12/2018 7:46:00 AM

Good to let them in and out. They are not ours to keep:) Really all are Carrier Pigeons:) Thank you again for taking so much to time and care to read my works and comment. It means a lot to me.

Silent One

Date: 4/5/2018 3:42:00 PM

Intelligent poem Joe... I think for some it depends if they let their heart rule their mind...

Joe Dimino
Date: 4/6/2018 12:08:00 AM

Hi Si; thank you for commenting. The problem with that is, the heart is life...and logic is math. When the heart allows the mind to overrule it, then the heart feels like, "it is not true to thine own self." It is like asking two sides to compromise; how does one compromise with wrong? Unless one is of the opinion, that there are no truths, no rights--and all opinions should be fungible--so let's just all get along.