Emotions Poem by AHO Speaks

Emotion was there before even sound
The sense's processed by a mind order bound
Truthful circle is 'what goes around'.

Human sense's each a door
Some say seven but there could be more
Each one precious so who keeps score.

The source of consience, choice and decisions
Good and truthful acts seldom need revisions
Nor should the mind practice recidivism.

Lines etched on the ground
Feelings preceded even the voice of sound
Touch is what makes the world go around.

First came expressions of vocal sound
Then the line that made the circle round
Knowledge and discovery may be just earth bound.

Words are not provocative but only a human trait
But too often the emotions appear first; and then it is too late
Time moves forward and refuses to wait.

Sorrow explicit in the quiver of lips before the tears flow
From deep inside; the tragedy each human will come to know
Purest of pure; every flake of wind driven snow.

Before the word of love ever seen or spoken
The human touch our eternal bond never to be broken
Our mind as the chalice of life and time but a token.

Words carry the thoughts in our mind
The voice to express like a picture or a road sign
There is no form or substance; without the lines.

Human emotions provide character or disdain
The purpose of words to embellish and to explain
Is it the artist, the mind; or the lines we profane?