The heart sounds cadences 24 - 7
whether we choose to march or where,
rhythm section to our several songs,
no drum line like a blood line.
It's all business for this noble instrument
never laying out for a chorus
for survival is its singular tune.
Aristotle thought our hearts were made
to air condition our brains
but evidently not enough my friends
for that pesky mythic heart,
right sized for greeting cards
and hopeful men on bended knees
also drives our swords and powder
to quell our brothers' singing souls.
Brothers and sisters, is not the hour at hand
to tune our hearts to superior anthems
composed for us in celestial harmony?
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 8:02 AM UTC
The heart sounds cadences 24 - 7
whether we choose to march or where,
rhythm section to our several songs,
no drum line like a blood line.
It's all business for this noble instrument
never laying out for a chorus
for survival is its singular tune.
Aristotle thought our hearts were made
to air condition our brains
but evidently not enough my friends
for that pesky mythic heart,
right sized for greeting cards
and hopeful men on bended knees
also drives our swords and powder
to quell our brothers' singing souls.
Brothers and sisters, is not the hour at hand
to tune our hearts to superior anthems
composed for us in celestial harmony?
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