Heart And Mind Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Heart and mind at different speeds
Ever run as women, men,
Affirm priorities and then
Regret few key to cue which feeds
The codes which fundamental needs
Are held to emphasize, and when
No harmony is found again,
Despair can teardrop worry beads
Make moist, who'll hoist hurt's broken reeds?
Ideas, emotions poets pen,
No common ground can find till zen
Drives self from self and true peace seeds.
Here ends this sonnet's speeding theme,
Muse turns attention to hope's dream.

The title seems so vital for each soul
alive should strive for principles not sit
as silent witness on the fence where wit
is wanting, wanting flame, name, aim or goal
or fickle fortune's hostage swallowed whole
as time absorbs most rhyme when limelight spit
finds other food to roast as life we quit.
The voice for choice should sound not squeak as mole
in tunnels dark, marked only by bite bit
emergent, soon submerged, which can't transmit
the truth, if truth exists, but begging bowl
hands out for mirror money which Time's glass
in passing soon effaces from life's grass.