Sweet Emotion

Everyone is told the brain is everything. It makes the decisions. It tells every organ what to do. But what about the heart? It rules over everything the brain screams if love is stumbled upon. Love has a death grip on the heart and the heart thinks it's a loving caress. When it finally sqeezes the life out of the heart, it moves onto the brain. Moving this here and moving that there. Love shoves tears out of the heart and makes the brain pulse with newly aquatinted thoughts. The rhythm of the dead yet still faint beating heart sends an s.o.s in mores code to the head. But the brain isn't able to decipher the code, no matter how intelligent or desperate you are. Emotions can rattle you to the very core. Emotions are what control you. Love, rage, hope, depression or any other emotion there is deceives the brain. It deceives it into thinking the heart has been torn in two, the stomach has knots in it, there is a snake crawling up your windpipe. Your brain has debates but so does the heart. The heart is an amazing muscle. It pumps the blood and oxygen to your brain, giving life to the detention officer, the decision maker. The brain gives memories that make the heart shudder. The brain thinks things that send shivers down your spine.You are just a prisoner inside a being that you have no ideawhat it is, what you are. And you realize that you are just one of the countless living things inside "you" and you are just something that the world could do without. How your body is a house that is home to twenty voices, twenty brains, twenty beings. And you have to sit and converse with the neighbors that live there inside the body with you. "You" are just the major voice that the world sees. If you happen to report the voices to the brain, the neighborhood watchman, you get no where. You are told "Oh, just bug off, deal with it you weak imbicile." So technically "you" are making yourself feel like a small fool. And then you just feel insane for thinking these thoughts, knowing you should really live in an asylum but knowing you really wouldn't want to be drugged up so much that you heart nothing but that loud piercing silence in your own head.You wouldn't have the debates, you wouldn't have the emotions because you take too many happy pills that make every emotion gone, blank, zip. Non existing. Where "you" and all the other yous that make up "you" no longer exist. And you wouldn't even be able to say "Damn, I miss that" because your brain isn't on, so you can't think. The brain is boss and you may hate it at times, but it gets you everywhere you need to go- not necessarily where you want. The heart is sometimes its best friend... or its worst foe. It really depends what side of the bed they both woke up on. And what emotion decided to visit. "You" have no say in what becomes the thoughts you share with your brain and you have no say when one of the voices decides to befriend you and you end up talking with it most of the day and night. It isn't the conscious because the conscious is one voice that tells you right from wrong, the guilty things "you" accomplished doing. Nah, the friend is exactly what it is- a voice that is there when you need to talk, even if it is to "yourself". And then this is where you and I end up again at the whole "you belong in an asylum" talk...