SPEAK FROM THE HEART

I listen in my tachycardic heart to the wild dance that my panting, greedy blood is waging against me, and if only the raging anger I feel for "some" could be quieted -where interests often clash, conflicts that can be manipulated, like fierce, abandoned beasts going to each other's throats. 

I know: I must be alone to reach the truth, the honesty, the Good of this world. Decades have passed with vain and dull promises, And more virtuous, perhaps, is the thought than the deed. For man cannot always remain an animal, vile, and wicked! Two things should be carved in stone, that he may not forget: to love and to give unselfishly! 

Today, the miserable, deserted, pathetic dare-devil of the minute-men is on: value and money are soon to change hands with the grasping hands of interest, and while he who in his honour has tried to survive spotlessly, untarnished - has fallen to the bottom of a gaping pit! 

Can the day ever come when the babbling love-plea of innocent babes will move into our beating hearts, and beside the defenceless, baby-faced Angels, the fallible man may mend himself at least a little? For no amount of spitting, no amount of pretence, no amount of petty insidiousness can save us - trust only in the incorruptible soul of the child, if you can. 

I ought to believe, because I must, and because it is true. One may be cleansed from the protection of giving kindnesses, and save free-thinking intellects, and treasures of conscience, even if Destiny conspire above one's head! And as a strange herald, who, in the foam of far oceans, spies, knowing, the coastless continents, will once find a sure and firm shore; in the diodes of my brain, and in my hand, I bear thoughts that bear witness, that the weak-galad man may be changed!