Heart Controller

The waters of life break and a cry for life is craved, Wrinkled moist skin soon to become a cuddly cushion, Miracles of existence begin with domestic delicate arms, Complete dependence, a leech, a monster, a parasite, All but selfish accusations put upon a defenceless creature, Rather, it is a treasure require cleaving and girdling, Then polishing to produce an independent shining sun, Ready to perform the rituals of cycle of life once more. Wednesday, 21st of April 2010

When a grain of sand is put on an exhaustive scale, And when the fires of hell unwillingly swallow him. A nearly non-existent particle climbs a mountain, Sitting on a golden throne taking a peaceful nap, With a sudden gush of wind the particle goes downhill, And to his logic, the cause of his misfortune is the mountain. An atomic grain hitches a ride with a chilly wind, Dives back down then swirls ending with a somersault, Hysterical euphoria invites this grain to insanity, And to his logic, the cause of his misfortune is the wind. A piece of sand granule fell upon a horse from the sky, Galloping throughout the grassland jumping over fences, With a sudden halt the granule lost his grip and fell, And to his logic, the cause of his misfortune is the horse. When a grain of sand is put on an exhaustive scale, And when the fires of hell unwillingly swallow him, The logic becomes illogic and heart and mind crumble, Suffocating as the books of infinite deeds assemble, Giving them another day ...

I have seen today's youth pursuing a desirable but far mirage, To them, a tender and honey voice produces a sixty second glory. I have heard today's youth living on a miserable but wide edge, To them, sixty seconds per day each day is what makes a day a day. I have felt a stinging surface separating the society into selfish sectors, To them, lighting colourful unneeded matches switches both sides. I have drank the water from the abyss's well at the uneven wide edge, To them, I made a surprise invitation temporarily abolishing books. I have sat down next to those who wished death and rot upon me, To them, salvation is by murdering the truth to live those sixty seconds. I have played sports with professional winners at losing championships, To them, a sacrifice is needed to win each game and to win the society... ... a merrier sacrifice is predictably achieved. None shall become one under an umbrella until the light of faith Shines through the horizons onto the hearts of mind...