There's An In-Between

Deny not

Think with thy mind instead of thy heart

Words of logic, created and imprinted upon thy young. Conditioned with the belief that one's heart hath no wisdom. Formed, crafted within the written language of old, molded as the foundation of life.

Thy generational view hath implanted since conception, and gave birth to a new creation, overthrown with un-conventional ideals and sugar coated tales of past.

Live, young one, with the fear of emotion. Deny thy-self thus satisfactory feeling of humanity, beheading thy snake of thus truth.

Allow no tear to form within thy eyes of pain, for if thy is not human, why show humanity?

Plagued by emotion, tormented with feeling, as thus one place's thy hand upon a smoldering fire. Forget thy not thus reproach, for one is truth leading to life while another leads to death. Hear me once oh beloved, hold stead-fast.

For indeed thy mind hath power over most, but thy heart hath power over mind

When in truth, thy must think with both given blessings. Liquid truth flows within our veins, guiding our paths creating our future.

For within the age of old, thy conform hath been to fear emotion, to dread the feeling of pain created by thy mind to stimulate the feeling of thy physical.

Pain, in both thy physical and emotional hath only temporary consequence. For some find strength through pain, for emotionality makes thy human. And thy physical thus as much, do not fear thy tears.

For even liquid gold hath gone through much, thy hath lost most yet gained.

The tears of a worrier serve as much, plagued and tormented by thy transformation. Thy creator has molded and founded thy truth in meaning, decades of creation leads to the life within thy creators hand. Thy tears, once were cold as ice, and dark as coal.

Forget not thy transformation, for thy tears are thus made from diamond.

Why then, deny thy-self thus beauty, of liquid diamonds clustered within thy transparent soul, that gracefully descend upon thy apple cheeks?