Its not unusual that the heart
Is lost; its the mind.
The mind can go mad
The heart not.
If the heart is broken
Its through love's own doing.
The mind simply cannot control it,
The mind thinks different.
The mind can go mad
Even though the heart still has love in it.
The mind holds all evil,
The mind can go mad.
The heart is of love;
It has the anger.
Yet the mind may think
Otherwise.
Often if you love through the heart
At the same time
You can think evil ways
Through the mind.

©Jack Aylward,
26th April 2004

From broken love we parted.
In death
We touched
Single-handedly
For the last time
With the tips of our fingers
Each other's numb brains.

....We touched
Each other's
Numb little brains
Through the cracked
Mirrors of each other's eyes.

Turning to the skies
Where we would soon part-ways
Our souls
Formed oracles
Around the moon.

From broken love we parted
In life
We touched
Far too soon.

©Jack Aylward

This wind blows like steel
From the cotton fields
Across my backyard.
My hand holds a cold metal
Object.
It is sharp,
Shiny
But old.
Its a picture frame
Holding a memory
Of youth, love, and happiness.
- I am old and alone now.

©Jack Aylward,
28/11/11