Poetry

1. HUMAN HEART
No complications; not even the slightest trace of mystery engulfing it,
No glamour; not even the most minuscule essence of salacious lechery embedded in
it,
No discrimination; not even an infinitesimal feeling of racism encompassing it,
No hatred; not even a whisker of deceitful sound emanating from it,
No flattery; not even the tiniest space of sanctimonious thought enveloping it,
No artificiality; not even the most inconspicuous iota of debauchery penetrating it,
No revenge; not even a diminutive particle of vindictive belligerence embodied in it,
No lies; not even the remotest sign of manipulation lingering close to it,
No pompousness; not even the thinnest cloud of formality entrapped in it,
No hostility; not even the most obsolete form of rampant massacre encapsulating it,
No stardom; not even the spurious feeling of worthlessly being something encircling
it,
No frigidity; not even the most bizarre sign of perilous old age permeating it,
No infidelity; not even the most ethereal insinuations of betrayal puncturing it,
No makeup; not even the most nascent forms of glitterati hovering around it,
No sadness; not even the most microscopic bits of deplorable gloom circulating
around it,
No color; not even the most insipid tinge of haughty design circumventing it,
No cowardice; not even the faintest shadow of fear and retreat entrenching it,
No age; not even the most dreadful dwindling of bones affecting it,
No rest; not even the most thunderous sleep at nightfall ceasing or having any impact
on it,

2. No price; not even the entire wealth amalgamated together in this world able to
purchase it,
Only love, desire, an overwhelmingly stupendous ardor to live; an immortal spirit of
nostalgia; was how I would; and am sure all of you would choose to describe the
violently palpitating and volatile HUMAN HEART.