Streams Of Thoughts... Poem by RIC BASTASA

when alive and young
he teaches what should be loved
telling all the reasons why
the heart patiently listens
and with its slow beat
signifies that it understands all
these and that
it knows what compromises are

for the good of the body
and the society
following the code and giving
honor to the family

your sister need not be ashamed of you
or you yourself humiliating your own kind

time sides with the obedient
and life proceeds smoothly like a road without bumps

soon the heart turns dumb
but too honest with its sense

though not drunk but feeling that it has overworked
its veins and crowded its chambers
with dictated feelings of what must and should be
it sighs for rest and now must stop

where is love you ask? it was never here
the heart had been empty since then
no one so true lodges inside it

in its emptiness the heart sinks and lays flat
on the dry land of the chest

flat, moronic in its stares, lost and never knew
what next to do
Reason tries to resuscitate but it never liked
its air, its lips
it dies, but Reason does not really know the
real cause

it justifies: it dies a natural death
just like everyone else.