My Heart Needs a Home

My Heart Needs a Home

A Poem by Jeremiah Castelo De Guzman
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A poem about the long search for fulfillment that we've all at one time or another, had to take part in.

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My heart needs a home;

I've tried fitting it on bookshelves among fantasy novels and romantic stories,

but for some reason,

JRR Tolkein wouldn't let me in between him and Daniel Steele,


I've tried placing it by my stereo;

in front of the speaker;

next to my well-ranged arsenal of music which has taken me years to put together.

But after a while,

I noticed that Hard Rock would cause my heart to turn to stone,

Hip Hop would cause it to turn black at every curse,

Electronic music would cause it to break down into fine pieces of sand;

the deep melancholy sounds of the bass guitar

would manifest as wind from the sub woofer;

blowing it away.


I’ve tried dipping it into a mug of beer or soaking it in hard alcohol,


but time and time again;

it would dissolve into the liquid
and I’d lose it.

The bartender would mistake it for a Bloody Mary,
mix it up,


and serve it to the next girl who wouldn’t gulp it all down at once,


but take little sips in between conversations
in order to savor it.

Sometimes I’d be tempted to believe that she’s well aware of what she’s drinking;


Every sip hurts my chest.


I would roll it around in white powder hoping to create some sort of protective mask,


but the chemical in the drug would eat away the surface;


leaving it disfigured and more fragile than ever.


I had tried planting it into the ground among the cannabis plants


to see if something would grow out of it,


But when I had returned to dig it up,
 

I had found that the roots of the surrounding plants
had drained the life out of the core;

turning it into shell.


When I cracked it open, it was hollow.


I’ve tried placing it in the bosom of beautiful women,


which seemed like the right place at the time,


until each one had used the pointy, polished finger nail


of her long, slender, finger

to pierce the center of it;


causing it to ooze blood.


I’ve tried placing it into the hands of those I trusted,


but the hands of the strong would squeeze too tightly,


the hands of the weak would keep dropping it,


the hands of the unreliable would leave it in dark places and forget about it,


the hands of the cruel would throw it as far as they could, like a baseball,


the hands of the hurtful would immediately hand it right back to me,


and the hands of the clean would never touch it at all.


Then I placed it into the hands of my Creator,
my Saviour;

the One who spent ages coming up with its design,

the One who calculated every measurement to the finest detail,


the One who made countless rough drafts in order to attain perfection,


the One who is waiting for His masterpiece to
willingly be placed back into His gentle,

cupped hands.....


When I did,
it fit perfectly,

and glowed a bright red,


as if it were smiling.


It started singing quietly;


the most beautiful melody I’ve ever heard.


It has remained there ever since,


and will remain there forever.


© 2013 Jeremiah Castelo De Guzman


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gcp
I like the idea of the heart being served up and a bloody Mary - that's a good mental image :)

Overall I think the piece might be improved by a little compression - ruthlessly removing a few non-essential words would tighten it up and add more power.

Good stuff :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Jeremiah Castelo De Guzman

11 Years Ago

Thanks,
I'm glad you pointed out the idea of condensing certain parts in order to maximize imp.. read more



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What a beautiful poem! Your talent's been reflected through this piece. I really liked the theme. Firstly, when I just saw this poem, I planned not to read because it's too lengthy but thank God I read this and after reading this poem, I'd say this poem needed to be lengthy, I totally utilized my time reading this great poem.

Keep on!

Posted 10 Years Ago


Good :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Jeremiah Castelo De Guzman

11 Years Ago

Thanks Daniela, I'm glad you like it :)
Daniela Jamiso

11 Years Ago

No P :)
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gcp
I like the idea of the heart being served up and a bloody Mary - that's a good mental image :)

Overall I think the piece might be improved by a little compression - ruthlessly removing a few non-essential words would tighten it up and add more power.

Good stuff :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Jeremiah Castelo De Guzman

11 Years Ago

Thanks,
I'm glad you pointed out the idea of condensing certain parts in order to maximize imp.. read more

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