[ The Beating Heart ]

The heart can be a rant
Beating to a tantrum
Blinded by emotion
As the mind just cannot fathom
Often that’s how we stand
Pulsing to a spasm
Losing touch with Love
Giving chase unto the phantoms

Until we’re held in darkness
No direction to the light
Servant to the mindset
As it wanders out of sight
Conjuring up demons
Holding us in fright
Divided from compassion
And all of its delight

Trapped within disorder
Mentally deranged
Shackled in deception
Perceptions unexplained
Calloused from the pain
It has chosen to sustain
Held within a prison
Yet there’s always hope of change

The heart can be a tyrant
Divorcing self from love
Craving but the vengeance
Satiated but with blood
Ready to devour
Waiting for the flood
Pressure building up
To bang the gavel, as a judge

Completely lost to purpose
Torn away from passion
Functioning to live
But without any satisfaction
Without the purest joy of love
Just held within distraction
Withered to the soul
No longer holding an attraction

The fruit has been exhausted
The fields are laying bare
From a heart that could have nurtured
But instead embraced despair
Letting all love fade away
Neglecting over care
So broken over time
In dire need to be repaired

Pushing love away
Instead of being its reflection
Called to be a beacon
But dwelling in contention
Silenced to the soul
Letting corruption lead deception
All recollection shattered
Fading fast in disconnection

Keep beating heart
Awaken from demise
Let love speak life again
So you can finally reply
Keep beating heart
Release yourself from lies
Be reconciled back into love
The absolute of your design

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