Organs

Organs

A Poem by Fay

An organ
Today I stumbled head first into biliogy class.i presumed it'll be n ordinary Day it was quite ordinary until my biology teacher .and I quote ,said
" there is an organ between your eyes and it is called the brains"
And that is where ordinary was haulted at a dead end.
An organ is a calloused hand that can grab and a fleshed toe that can walk
An organ is a loyal kidney and a pumping heart
Organs are the highway of veins that are mapped strategically around the inner vessel of self.
An organ is not the genie lamp that act as a harbor, ushering ships in to the tributaries of your body.
An organ is not the lighthouse that commands your calloused hands to grab on to the medal bars of your fathers shoulders,begging him to stay.
An organ is not the ray of sun that instructs your fleshed toes to walk amidst the smoke clogging your eyes, that is essentially only an organ
It tells your loyal kidneys to remian loyal and your pumping heart to keep pimping.
An organ is a nose that detects ,eyes that inspect ,and lungs that won't neglect
It is not the haven that houses every nitty.gritty
X rated.sap infiltrated thought. Your imagination can muster
It is the lodge for all your faded memories and blurry experiments.to kick back their feet in its grey clayed couches.

in the cloudy labs of Seattle their are scientist laboring late into the night working towards a goal
A goal that is a pill to alter and shape.to roll and cut like a star shaped cookie cutter.
To form in their mindless palms the human brain.
These are the being that are using everyone. Of their organs aside for the "organ" they are planning to hijack.
How can you tell the ocean how to be blue
Inform scarlet the meaning of red
And teach grass how to grow green.
You cannot drug the mitochondria of the world inside you and rebuke the way it is running its own kingdom.
You cannot reprimand god the mitochondria of the universe telling him you can form the brain better then he did.
You can basen your leg in A cast
You can send platelets into your blood
U can take an Advil to ease the pain of your stomachs your temple your tooth.for every organ within and without.
But you cannot give aid and medicine to th factory that manufactures boxes and crates of feelings and interests and hobbies and theories
You cannot give Leonardo davinnci the blueprint for the moan Lisa
Never dilute the power and potential and strength it encompasses
And don't cup the supernova in your trembling hands becasue your scared.but rather let it explode into the galaxy showering earth with your beautiful mind.
Because your mind is an artist scribbling away the past the present and the future.
And therefor your cannot reform this
You cannot twist and condense this
And most of all you cannot call this miracle an organ.

© 2015 Fay


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