Too Much Love…

May be the coins in her pockets didn’t overflow fast enough
To show the world her value.
May be the proof of the superficial wasn’t demonstrated clear enough
To make an unquestionable, immediate difference.
Thankfully, the mission was accomplished after all:
The pockets were filled to the brim, and that was all it mattered:
For the world to admire her riches,
Her undeniable assurance of perfection,
Peace of mind, happiness, and
Ultimately, the magic of turning tarnish into spotless, and more…
As if nothing ever happened!

Is this the end of a dream…
Nightmare?
Eyes wide open, heart racing…
Could love be bought? Whose love? Whose pockets? Somebody’s, anybody’s,
Mine, yours, ours…

Love as profound as the Ocean,
Its bottom so far down,
I can’t see it,
But I know it exists.
Faith assures me it does,
Yet I test!
Eyes wide open, holding my breath,
I question my own love…
There is a beginning to motherly love,
But is there an end?

I think I reached the bottom,
Yet, I didn’t!
More time goes by, less pain I feel.

The million knives which penetrated my heart,
Have been absorbed.
My heart closed and locked them forever
In the darkness of my confused, devastated
Motherly heart…

‘Look,’ the Adviser whisperd, while pressing down into her pockets
The shining coins, to make space for more…
‘Look, how smooth your mother’s heart looks!
It is completely healed! A perfectly smooth heart, not even a scratch!’

Later, upon the dissection of the
Perfectly smooth heart,
A million sharp knives were extracted,
Cleaned and reused on other motherly hearts!

The adviser smiled;
The satisfaction of a job well done!
After all, it’s about shinny coins, not
How one earns them!

———-
Tomorrow is trash day,
What’s left of this Mother’s heart will disappear forever… or will it?

Hearts’ Paradoxes

A few hearts slightly reminding us of rocks.

They make us similar. The HUMAN RACE!!!

Millions of diamonds of various shapes and sizes,

The proof …

That at core we are unique!

The essence of our Hearts!

The reason we fall in love

With one person and not another!

What could they be made of, the hearts?

Some, of iron,

Other of gold

Perhaps some are of plastic and mimic platinum!

What is essential to stay alive? The material which made the hearts?

Not beautiful, but permanent in their ugliness,

or

Unique,

or

Common!

Fearless in their determination to continue

To tick without the horror that

The end is near!

If a heart stops, who cares,

If it was a rock, a diamond or plastic?

It mattered not:

Ugly, beautiful or boring,

Unique or common…

As long as it worked, it mattered not…

ONLY a hole could alert the outsiders

Of the lack of a heart…

A heartless human,

Anyone could detect:

Pale skin,

Bulging eyes,

Rigid body,

The nothingness of it all,

The hope of hopelessness,

The beauty of tasteless ugliness,

After all, is it a curse or a blessing

To have a heart?

Whispers, are they bring sadness, confusion, pain…

A hole could be more comfortable,

Endlessly boring but lasting safely!

Lifeless lives… A CONVENIENT PARADOX!!!

 

RIP— The useless holders of hearts,

By choice you turned the essence of

Your humanity into a hole!

You became a comfortable owner

No one may OWN a heart, but a hole could be owned

By anyone.

After all, it has no value!

Oh! It feels so light and boring…but SAFE!!!

 

Peace Settles At Last…

Something broke at the core of my heart

Into millions of pieces…

A vague, uncertain feeling whispered:

‘Look through a magnifying glass,’

I did.

All the way down, at the very bottom

I saw a shape darker than the dark,

“It must have been my hope,”

I  concluded, but was not certain.

Did it matter anyway?

What it used to be, was now at the bottom.

It could not be saved!

It could have been love, or trust too,

All the noble ideals we invent 

To survive.

Especially hope.

My mind knew all it mattered

Was the  NOW, but the irrational Soul

Hung onto the past…

Millions of pieces crushed

Under the burden of lies, pretense,

The illusion of forever, the fear of death.

God answered me at last:

There is NO forever,

Only the dust  which suffocated me, 

The millions of crushed dreams,

Which sparkled in the darkness of life,

Giving me the illusion of hope!

I refused to believe,

I looked again, closer,

Through the distorted, magnifying glass 

Of human emotions.

The hole deepened,

More and more…

A bottomless hole!

Somewhere, deeper than the hope,

I sensed another shadow,

Darker than the dark,

I was not certain what it was…

I needed the artificial light of 

Human pretense and vanity

To dictate  the rules

Of what it was that,

Which I saw!!!

Perhaps it was FAITH!

I turned around, and around,

Faster and faster,

No matter where I turned,

I was blinded by random pieces

Of Truths.

They were senseless and hurtful…

The wider I opened my eyes,

The greater the hurt…

I closed them quickly,

Tight and forever…

Peace settled at last!