Humble Strings

Cry to me the tears of a violin,
or scold me with the hum of a cello.
When lost in the fears of this mortal skin,
cry to me the tears of a violin
to quell all the shouts that echo within.
Should ego become my new bedfellow:
cry to me the tears of a violin,
or scold me with the hum of a cello.
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Separate Duality

The states are incomparable,
The calculated intellectual,
Genius beyond all marks,
And the heartfelt emotive,
Embodiment of an empath.

Is this duality of self,
Truly inseparable in life?
Or are they humanities mark
Of man's bipolarity?

Does the intellectual function
Upon emotional grounds?
Or does the empath employ
Compassion upon reasoned basis?

Is true harmony expressed
Betwix the numerous lobes and Cortexes?
Or does one central focus
Outweigh the neurological development?

Is cognitive ability a separate,
Harmonious, isolated duality?