On “Heart Broken”

Most people use their hearts

As weaponry --- bricks

Chains, clubs & bombs

They go chasing, banging

Like headless chicken blind bats

Hitting ridiculous surfaces

And shadows of the moon

It has been proved that

One can turn the heart

Into stone, steel & ice

Much easier than keeping

The undying senses alive

Aroused and above all

Approachable and absorbing

When the signals are messed

Up in the cold untelling air

We are fragile creatures

With a very thin skin

Protecting our pride & bearing

Most people smile in denial

Most people lie in order not to die

Most people claim they have a life

Drinking dynamite at night

Sucking blood in broad daylight

You are not one of them, Friend!

But watch out! Suckers and

Liars are grabbing the mike

On the stage up high, dressing

In neon light; their faces god-like

Turning from green to white

Their fists thrashing biblically

With money and knives

Your heart is no match

For such a vanity fair  

Your heart has keener ears

And it needs cleaner air

To survive fire, tears

And all that is human

So let’s find a better

Metaphor next time

(when the sky is dark

and the hours snowing)

for what’s made

Of love and blood

:: z.z.11/25/05