The thirsty heart feeds the hungry mind.
Psyche sweats cranking the pump in kind.
To each other’s survival inclined.
To codependent function resigned.

Both cleared out to be filled once again.
A circling race that neither will win.
The rhythm of sense & thought within.
Their composition a throbbing din.

The thinking brain jumps to conclusion.
The pumping heart skin’s flush infusion.
They fly in frenzied fast collusion.
The soul the fruit of their effusion.

Often harmonied in grief & love.
Laughter & blues; the hand in the glove.
Only wants & needs cause push & shove.
Hearts desiring what brains are above.

Steering bodies thru life with their oars.
No clear distinction-like seas & shores.
Hearts experience what thought explores.
Working together til death shades doors.

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I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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