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Play from the Heart!

What's the point of anything if we don't? Play from the Heart! What’s to stop us from staying in the middle while hate’s tangled up in a half-baked peace and love’s tapping out some half-hearted beat?

Play from the Heart!

Love’s not a liquid flowing between unreachable worlds- It’s now! It’s the curve of her neck as she turns to gaze at her children. Play from the Heart! It’s the teetering laughter heard over the howl of thankless men.

Play from the Heart!

We make Love useless if it only moan’s like a lamb- It’s loud! Play from the heart! It’s the whispered roar of goodnight as a father watches them sleep. Play from the Heart! It’s the fearless torrent of immeasurable expressions of grief, it’s not war… it’s peace.


© 2009 mrp/thepoetryman

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