Obsessive Digressing Part II - The Schizophrenic Mind vs The Real Heart

(digressing a little just to say,
how this seems to just go on and on,
while the list of pending to-complete,
stays undone and on hold,
and now to continue where we left of,
from that last mindless ranting of a stream of thoughts)

yes, that argument, repeated so often,
weak as it may seem,
from the part of me that theoretically,
performs a completely different function,
and not as stories love to have represent,
a part that can make decisions,
nor where some thoughts reside.
hence, even though i'm obviously skipping,
yet again to another thought,
it most definitely seems relevant,
as everything else so surely appears now.
in theory, the heart should not be considered,
since when we say "what the heart wants" -
well, only refers to the want to keep to the beat,
its only nature and true function,
to keep the liquid life flowing through us,
so that we continue to battle, and keep the war going.
the fight against time, the world, the others, ourselves.

so backtracking to the heart,
i just felt that i had to say,
you are not what they say you are,
you assume, so blatantly, and portrayed so largely,
the image and identity of,
yes, perhaps the one most important organ in our being,
and use its name in vain,
to represent a thought that most surely came from the mind,
yet not confessed, for fear of being judged,
for its illogical moves and irresponsible leadership.
and so it dawns, the mind has done it again,
existing in a state of non-definition,
showing for a moment, its extreme intelligence,
in co-existence with itself that it prefers to acknowledge,
not as a part of itself, but another non-related entity.

the heart, as always pictured as the part of us that takes a path,
if appearing to be irrational, is a result of an "emotion",
or a self-(non)-justified move because we think, feel or hope,
that it would be beneficial in some way or other.

the heart, as the organ keeping us alive,
working hard without break nor complaint,
well deserves the credit for its understated and never ending job.
lacking in the ability to be heard, in a matter of speech,
and quietly lives in tolerance, while keeping its beat,
under a shadow casted by the alter-ego, lack of judgement part of the mind,
shouldering blame for all the wrong and un-calculated or rash choices.
the mind, in the meantime, in its mostly undiagnosed schizophrenic state,
repeatedly assumes the identity of the heart,
at times shaming its good name,
and mostly as a front for its unaccounted moves,
to convince ourselves (see, again, in the mind) from within to confuse,
to conclude that we are in constant battle between the heart and mind.
when in truth, we exist in a perverted game the mind plays,
in the fight within, well, against itself -
the mind, against the mind, in the mind.
it is all the mind,
formed by the mind,
against the mind,
lead by the mind,
manipulated by the mind,
to discredit the heart and have it shoulder the X's
that it so confidently assumes it could not have made,
as the non-explainable nature of why a move was made so shows.