The Heart
1.A new heart is not
given
Hearts are being
renewed...
Old fragments from the
past
For a new experience..
Those scars of our fathers
Buried down within us
Trying to balance the
present
With horrors of the past...
We then feel the
rage...tears...joy...and
laughter
We can not fathom
2.The heart beats only
to stop
Stops to start all over
again
Time is not it's master
It chooses it's pace
Slow and steady it beats
Capturing very single
moment in a beat
So when our heart beats
it speaks
Words unfamiliar to the
ears
Mysteries to the Mind
But pleasing to the soul
Words that cannot be
decipher
Words before time
3.The heart is the
philosopher's stone
The pot of gold
The pillars of our
existence
It holds life..
Our intuition...and
emotion
All embedded within
4.Hearts are pieces of
the yesterdays
Tiny bits of every soul
once lived
A hitler and a luther
Every experience ever
felt
L?v? ....or hate...
All compressed within 1
organ...
Guided by rib cages..
Within those cages holds
the darkest secrets
Untold words,uncanny
fantasies
Within the it's chambers
is the tree of life
In it lays the forbidden
fruit of knowledge
Copyright © Prince Ekpemandu | Year Posted 2012
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