THE HUMAN HEART (A DESCRIPTION OF HUMANITY) - BY Robert Fullarton Copyright 2015

THE HUMAN HEART (A DESCRIPTION OF HUMANITY)

-BY Robert Fullarton

Copyright 2015

Oh how rough is the day

The potmarks bear the time

And The date

Like the crevices of the city

I was thrown into

I had no idea where I came from

One day I came to be

And had to learn

In the world

Where victims make victims

And the cheerless sprawl

And a loveless hug goes round.

I was thrown into the city

From where my spirit and my joy

Departed in refusal.

Too many people pawned

Their childlike goodness

For the hard shell of the city life,

Living in time bears witness

To the feast we all devour in time

Out of shop doors

lie sleepless vagrants

A steel forest hides all persuasions

But the derelict soul

Is just a sign, akin

To the full package

Of man and the habitation of his deeds

There is a light and a life

But it takes the whole weight

Of one’s conviction

To be pulled up

On the course of choices

To he who loved us long before

Our play upon the stage.

To him we must depart

And leave behind a desperate world

To which we feel utterly homeless within

And from this place of desperation

To gain all things

We must first give all things

And that is the crux and the dilemma

Of the human heart.