Tag Archive: hearts


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Our existence is wrapped up in busy fingertips

attracted to the alluring samples of scintillating screens

their constant updates filling our rapidly shrinking heads

But this touch has such little intimacy within its cerebral connection

where eyes no longer meet eyes; not light-filled nor even soul-piercing

soft, warm flesh not felt, and beating hearts not known

There is metal in our mouths now, that will stick in our throats

while impenetrable walls grow thicker to keep us apart

Until, out of reach, and each of us, alone

we will no longer remember how to breathe

Heads full

hearts empty

Hearts full

hands empty

Hands full

souls empty

Souls full

All’s full

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A muse amuses

sometimes uses

even abuses

an open mind

But she’s most unkind

leaving one in a bind

when off she goes

We must face the woes

all up in throes

our hearts attacked

thoughts gutted and hacked

We admit we need her as we beg her to come back

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We must grow a bit, when

our hearts are too big

Soon, they will fit back

inside our vests, less prone

to unforeseen elements, than

on outer clothing; well cushioned

in the event of a huge blow

This, keeping all parts contained, allows

for no missing pieces, when finally

we are able to locate the best type of glue