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Post by Solace512 on Dec 10, 2005 18:22:28 GMT -5
brain vs. heart:
it's an internal conflict of sorts where my body is a blatant battlefield it's war between my heart and my mind. as quickly as my heart launches another cannon to the brain, an arrow is quickly shot straight for the left atrium of my confused heart. i'm bleeding inside, i begin to lose all sensation, total feeling fades, -my body is numb- it's a war i'm waging against my self i'm going through a perfect hell to choose the perfect man. which one is right? do i allow my mind to overanalyze, or trust my heart and risk shattering it in the process? i'm losing faith, i can't do this on my own. i'm unraveling at the seams and i can't get a grip. God, what do i have to do to make peace with my heart and mind?
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Post by PoetOfSerendipity on Dec 11, 2005 16:14:49 GMT -5
Hi Solace.. I've read this 3 or 4 times already.. and it speaks sooooo well to the conundrum which is love. So well in fact in hard to say much but NICE WRITE.
We ALL build around us walls to protect ourselves from the world, but to find true love.. we need to let someone inside... but once they are inside, we lose our protection too.. which means someone can run rampant in those parts of us that are sooo tender.
I once wrote to someone (in Italian).. "given the choice to exist for a lifetime or love for a moment.. I choose Love". I am capable of building walls high enough to protect myself.. and I did that for years. Since I tore down those walls, I've felt more pleasure and more pain.. but I LIVE.
When you figure this out.. tell ME, ok?? In thinking about your poem... and the conundrum... I thought why not embrace BOTH.. tell the darn brain that you LIKE love.. and by golly that's gonna mean some hurt.. so BACK OFF... and tell the heart.. HEY.. you can love, and that's wonderful.. but then listen to the brain and quit WHINNING when it doesn't work out.... SURELY there is a balance in this world that can be achieved.. I'm not there yet.. but I BELIEVE. One other thing.. spread your love in fertile soil.. listen to the brain on that part. If you're not likely to receive love back... chuck it in early.
Sheesh.. sorry.. your poem hit a chord and I'm mumbling.. maybe for my own benefit.
GREAT write Solace!
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