Love Poem: Heart Muscle
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Written by: Aaron Vialpando

Heart Muscle

Heart Muscle
I.	 (in Laments)
The heart is a muscle they say.  Well this muscle is tired when overused.  A muscle is comprised of many molecules.  The molecules weigh more than FAT.  The muscle when tired is weak.  When awake it is strong!  Well the heart is tired and feels like death.  The muscle has been neglected for pure carbohydrates.  The carbohydrates are a quick source of energy; however, this quick energy source is only good for short-term gains.  It is not a beer that calms the muscle down.  It is a fire that melts the marsh mellow to liquid.  Tired to all holy hell is the muscle.  Why Mr. Lights of the roof is this muscle tired.  After a long time the heart has given too much.  The heart has not helped itself gain anything.
II.	(Largo tempo)
The valve is closing. The pressure of the blood flow is going.  Blue blood is now here.  Cold, dead, muscle.  This is the end of my human life.  My muscle is gone.  I only have a skeleton as a former shell of myself.  My spirit has a form in the afterlife;  a form of no constraints, still a form with rhythm and blues.
III.	(Bb Blues pulse =120)
The end has come.  The wind is my friend.  I am the ghost.  I am the spirit.  I see others joining my ranks.
The heart is now a dead muscle.