Parlance of the Heart
The parlance of the heart
'Tis splendid, 'tis beautiful, 'tis true!
But doesn't always say what we want it to.

The parlance of the heart
Sings of Pleasure, Sings of Pain, Sings of Passion!
But doesn't always hum the tune of compassion.

The parlance of the heart
Speaks not of ration, rhyme or reason,
But unclips the wings of your inner season!
 


Palace of the Mind

The palace of the mind
Is a place we all live,
But 'tis not always kind.

The boundless walls cry out for more,
Taunting with thoughts of what's in store.
The furniture 'tis not always soft and sleek,
Sometimes, inside though, you feel quite meek!
The ceilings rise to the immediate reaches of your soul,
Imposing that continuing weight of another coveted goal.

The palace of the mind
Is a place we all live,
And must learn to unwind!
 


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