Inner Scission

Viewings

of imbalance and

proportional depth

clutter first

then clot in

permanence

Space, tiny dots,

codes, freckles,

pips 

turnstile

a-round

into void

less

optical incoherencies

Eversion shifts

ballast

two

instable

weights form….

                  

Chaos in the Inventory (A Maelstrom in the Echo)

I live in a lonely world,

Blue steel shackled cold,

If I don’t speak,

No one will ever know,

There lives a world with everything you see and do,

And there is a world a blueprint of the first,

Yet in this second world we see,

A few, alarming distinguishing tells,

To separate, to correlate,

Each world knows not of the other,

Balance however must stay centered,

Symmetrical in design,

I stand alone in a world sublime,

Where radios play the different songs,

Playing simultaneously,

Where chaos and serenity

Become the opposite sides of a coin,

Or a mirror,

I live in between,

I am equilibrium,

I keep things aligned,

Moving from place to place,

I capture, return things that must not escape

If other things occur

I see the alternate receives the opposite

Parabola

Directrix unspoken

The focus less than clear

I shake the liquid from my ears

Regaining balance

Condemning arcs and curves

As children we are tagged

Like hunters do their prey

A mother clips a portion down,

Implanting sentiment

Sorting through the mind

So to this I ask,

If the sentiment is not ours to give,

How can we accept failure as our own?

Why are we responsible

When the construction never was our won?

Symmetry enchants me

Every time I think of you

The angles of your gradient

The wisdom in your frame

The obtuse relationship

The acuteness of attraction

Between us,  an equation I can’t fix

Balancing Act

Inside to outside,

 Whispers and shouts,

From the upstairs to the downside,

A kiss has many forms and shapes

Some like it hot, and others cold

Good and evil, Heaven and Hell

Lie to me and truths be told,

Some folk pray, while others prey,

Right and left and right or wrong,

The happy instrumental and the sad, sad song,

There’s the subtle and the dramatic, the shy to the fanatic,

For every synonym, an antonym will be in tow,

First to last, hit the brakes and go from fast to slow,

Between past and future, is the middle, the here and now,

Life’s a balancing act,

A love, hate relationship,

First comes sickness, then the cure,

From white and black to black and blue,

Life’s sometimes easy, yet often cruel,

Live yours in-between and you should do okay,

In the darkness, in the light, for each beginning, an ends in sight