slug it out and reconcile opposites
βέƦẙḽ Dṏṽ the Smartass Rabbi

The battlefield where our soul and ego
slug it out and reconcile opposites
becomes the consecrated consciousness
of our evolving self.

Sometimes you have to reconcile love
Ahmad Cox
Ahmad Cox
Apr 10, 2012

Sometimes you have to reconcile love
To really love yourself
To truly know yourself
To let go of your preconceptions
Of what love might be
And find yourself again

This is the metaphor that I adopted. Isn't it cute. I just took it home with me today. :)
Katlego Tladi
Katlego Tladi
Jun 24, 2014

If you take a minute
To watch the seconds
You'll realise
These hours
Aren't ours
They're stolen
We ought to be careful
The hands of time
Hold our futures

Why can't God and Satan get along?
They're both detail-oriented.

Satan
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Satan
.
acant smile,       took far too long to reconcile.
Julie Slonecki
Apr 2, 2014

When you left my head
to reckon on its own,
it parted from this world to be alone.
Nothing laughed and all I saw was grey,
all the things I loved seemed to float away.
I was moving around,
but not seeing a thing,
Kept my head empty to keep from thinking of you.
And so I walked with a vacant smile,       took far too long to reconcile.
Everything has a time - hearts will stop and people cry.
But clocks will tick away until the good comes around again...
Living, waiting.

How do you reconcile this?
Michael Humbert
Michael Humbert
Nov 19, 2014

What if I ran when you told me to?
What if I hadn’t said no?
What if I had left you the way you left me?

And what if you weren’t the first girl?
Would I have loved you the same?
Would I still be bound and chained by this addiction?

I grew closer to you than anyone,
I sang to you on the phone before your surgery,
I straightened your hair when you couldn’t lift your shoulder

How do you reconcile this?
How do you rationalize it?
Or discard it?

I couldn’t always be there for you,
But I always tried,
Despite the distance,
I always tried

With only a few regrets in life,
I count ever letting you go a major loss.
I'd like to undo a lot,
But with you i crave a make over instead.
Should we ever get to a place where i can't do without you,
Then and only then would we have just began.

This is jst one of those inbetweens that we write which reflects our true feelings. But not particular referring to anyone, rather a representation of and to whoever goes through such a phase.
Come. And. Reconcile.
Tife Ibinaiye
Tife Ibinaiye
Mar 15, 2014

A new day arrived again today, there are new desires again.
There is a renewed love in the remote corners of the heart.
Hidden desires, many of them in many hearts.
What happened and why?

The heart seems to be as quite as a shrine.
May the blessings shower on us again
May the blessings give a sign again
May the blessings make this heaven again

Look at how lonesome I seem without you today
Just like a moment. Lost in the sea of time
Come. And. Reconcile.
Come and cheer me up

I won't be able to live in such sadness
The memories Ask me every single moment...
... Why are there tears in your eyes?

Dan Filcek
Dan Filcek
Jan 27, 2015

Evil spirits be damned!
Listen up, because I am
rejoicing
Do your worst
I’ve already been through hell
I have made my peace
With the pain of optimism
And feel triumphant.
The cup remains half full
Yet somehow is overflowing
I’d do it all again
with joy
if you where still there at the
outcome.

Everything up there can't reconcile, but luck
Isis  Orion
Isis Orion
May 7, 2014

Sitting solid on a thinking throne
Drinking bottles that sing melancholy tones
Singing lone, resonating to your bones
Your fragile little frame cannot save the show
Not when you're casting skys clouding with crows

Your mind is pale, sick to it's stomach
Everything up there can't reconcile, but luck
It's begun to resonate quietly like a comets tail
When your playing on mental jungle gyms of shale

I'm sure there's things that keep you up
Drugs, and alcohol, and fasting all day
A cyclical belt of asteroid tales
You think so much you've burnt an image
Of cotton dreams, so soft and harsh, but somehow sail
You may never grasp them, but you've reached so far you've become so frail

It's hard to try, it's even harder to pry
Open your heart, and let yourself cry
The castles you build are built of tears, and the cemetery near is calling your fears
The foundation is weak, and your pastor you seek, but everything you've found thus far, oblique
Cast your shadows as you will, but they're just funny puppets you've conjured in the night still

#heart   #mind   #quiet   #your   #simon   #comet   #zachary   #reconcile  
 
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