Album Review, “Breaking Hearts” by Elton John

Album Review, “Breaking Hearts” by Elton John

Sometimes people think they’re lying when facts are being created in so much accuracy because judgement may discern or reckon with those information bits on the wrong channel, naturally as vision leads to power, opinion marked for broke whenever a listener judges a statement based on internal reasoning, external reasoning, or both, depending on the case.  “Breaking Hearts” most certainly takes its place between those lines of reasoning to a whole new level where poetry stares at our faces in dark, questionable romance.  Everything includes breakups, identity, poison, radio, psychosis, neon, jail, dreams, hope, and more of those things which make romantics despicable until borders of reasoning are stretched beyond acceptance for loosened privilege.  Each song in “Breaking Hearts” has a cavity filled with ink, sounds, and purpose, on aid and reason as far as mentality goes for broken stuff along the freedom and oppression combined into society’s insanity within goals approved of for nature, extremes to be met where the sun shines less upon us from the sheer darkness realized of spirit under falling waves, falling motion, ideas as rained on from so much power of Elton John’s dispute against hours on end heading to the stars, children singing in style over religious-like stamina.  Love is given more question marks than necessary to an average person since poets like Elton are visionaries seen as irritants overreaching into hills where silence can be deemed necessary by some of Earth’s fools.  To this day I still get negative votes on my comments for PoemHunter due to extremes among us in questionable viewpoints, although maybe people should ask themselves the right questions as fate permits them.  Of course, we ought to define motives based on natural fiction for those very moments during heavy questioning of stars themselves for conduct, space as given and imagined under our footsteps built to last upon emotional being.  Sir Elton John is greatly enthused and dreams of things in our world.  A lot of my education in writing, literature, and poetry has come from great artists as opposed to frustrated artists like most teachers and principles in their offices and classrooms, for, through and through, public schools often forbid students from exploring the dangers out there because their workers and affiliates don’t want to gamble on health, judgement, and influence.  On all this poetry may laugh in their faces.  How could a teacher ever hope to be a genius without risk?

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