Who guides the Heart to make everything decision?
What does the Heart seek for in the darkness?
Where does the Heart go when all is lost and broken?
When will the Heart know there's always going to be pain?
Why does the Heart choose what it chooses, when it knows it can't?
How do you control your own Heart?

Keep fighting, keep hoping, keep believing. That’s how the chant goes. The one you repeat to yourself amidst the surrounding darkness of the night. “It’s always darkest just before the dawn”. This sure as hell is one long and dark night. And dawn doesn’t exactly hasten itself.

So help ease this troubled mind
Because I just can’t seem to find

That little spark of belief
Disappeared somewhere in my grief

Now darkness has gained control
Of this once pure and hopeful soul

So please show me the light…
Before I give up this fight.

The sun is three planets away,
But you and I still burn like we live on it

I ***** stanzas -
I spew literary clutter
My poetry is aimless
The words all muddled

I write unsharpened
The point pressed pointless
A fire smoldering with no tinder
The universe questions its existence

My world is not of the written word
It cannot be numbered
held captive on a so called page

My world is liquid
as sea , rain , snow or ice
It can be hot , cold , or entice

My world is cloudy
It thunders after it flashes light
My world is wrong , my world is right

There are no words that bind my life
I won't be delegated
to exist in the black on white

I will not be staved
by the limited sways
of the written words upon the page