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Renhui 6d
"With balance comes peace
With peace comes joy"
She said with a smile beaming
From her heart
"I thought peace would be boring
Hahaha"
Meruem Oct 12
I was really surprised when you came,
But I knew that I was genuinely happy with you.
Now, I get so afraid that I might lose you.
I am angry at myself for letting this be.

We started as total strangers.
Worked our way out to become friends.
Turns out we just have to be lovers.
Let's not go back to this stranger thing again.
[Saturday, October 13, 2018 6:58AM]

A working laptop. Earphones. Mouse. Cellphone. Charger.

3 minutes until the handover. I love you, and I'll always do.
Jessica Ford Oct 12
Mixed emotions are coming through.
And I have to stay fit, can’t let them know I’m feeling blue.

I stay in character, and I stay okay.
But deep down inside, I think I’m starting to decay.

They ask me how I’m doing, if I’m feeling fine. I keep a smile on my face, but what they don’t know, it’s a big lie.

Fighting the tears and the sorrow everyday. I try so hard to keep up in this earthly play.

But I think we all are, and that makes me feel sane. That the whole world is also, feeling this pain.
aj Oct 11
as you edge your way further into my life
the further away from the one we lead together it seems we get

we are so far apart yet we are getting closer

I am not with you
but you are with me always;

you made a choice to abandon what I was forced to leave and there is a major difference

between living and loving

and still our separation still remains among so many changes
but still it seems that no distance or distractions keep me away from loving that part of you that is distant and distracted and bracing itself,

taking a breath (don't tell)

pushing back against the thing that reached out to you first
that thing you have chosen to a avoid, easily, based on our circumstances;

Everything that surrounds me is new.
Everything that surrounds you was mine.

Why couldn't this have happened when you loved me the last time?

Everything of yours is also mine

except for your love

and your lips
on mine

We share more of our lives than ever before yet next to none of ourselves with each other

its funny how life used to feed us in the opposite manner
but things flip **** sometimes

but I still say don't worry
I'm gone but I'm not really really gone
I'm just
away
if that makes sense?
and yeah if I'm being honest I might be gone but I was left.

you are loved by me you know
and I hope that helps

know, if anything: I care

(too much maybe)

but I don't know anything else.
A little blurb in need of some restructuring. I write for things to be heard more so than seen, so read it out loud, maybe!
Nava Um Oct 11
A volcano building,
Releasing pressure
Keeping balance
Simultaneously
Growing toward
And coming from
A big ******* mystery
sorry about the language
RisingUp Oct 11
I'm ashamed to admit
that from time to time
I miss the feeling of my bones.

I miss feeling thin
Feeling empty within
Feeling powerful and in control

Yet this is an illusion.

Depressed and fat, or depressed and thin?
Which mindset will eventually win?

I hope to find a middle ground.
Where self battering isn't a recurring sound.

Can that be found?
Ant Oct 5
Some people look at you and think you done been through some ****
Because they the ones who had it super easy
The ones who had to live that life
You green
So you really don’t know all of the game
You live yo life not knowing who really there for you
Ain’t something you chose to sweat
Your pride big
so in reality you don’t like to ask anyone for ****
You want a girl but not knowing if you really wanna trust her and ****
So you sit back and relax
And just don’t sweat the ****
You try to find a smart hustle
Because your body is tired of it
But you push it just to make it
Life is what you make it, hustle for your money and hope you make it
That’s what you think when yo dose of reality has hit
So what you going to do
Stand up or lay down?
You chose!!
rob kistner Oct 5
(  A Boschesque hallucination )
_
bent
they slink the netherworld
beyond the mirror
where is loosed
the vengeful beast

veiled —
their eyes
from sacred truth

**** —
to walk
a mournful path

begotten
then beguiled

cursed
to wrest asunder
the fidelity of dreams

deafening
their plaintive cries
misery'd pleas
their guttural moans

savaged forth
from forlorn souls

lost
unchaste
forgotten

blind in virtue's eye
dim now evermore

sad beings
of a brutal world
torn in ceaseless pain
mind-rending horror
hieronymus's unending strife
a horde quite misbegotten

yet

simultaneous with this dreadful plight
a reality of annointed bliss

of knowledge vast and deep
beauty pure as light itself
goodness strong as sterling

a song of spheres
so sensuous

a place of plenty
where no one wants

precious gifts
bestowed sublime
to sate the spirits
that dwell in grace
to behold
the infinite face of truth
to hear the voice all-knowing

whole and apart
these differed realms abide
reside in time
concurrent
though not congruent

unseen
the gossamer curtain's fall
that divides these dual realities
that share no commonalities

on and on
their continuum
an unbroken strand unfurls

parallel
in separate space
unknown
each to the other

unaware
of the fragile thread
that binds them fast

dark to light
seen to unseen
profound to profaned

tethered everlasting
eternally apart

Mirrorland

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rob kistner © 2018

This is my imagined vision of the concept of **** then heaven,
were I to interpret it, looking through a Western theistic lens.
In reflecting on my mortality in recent days, I was contemplating the ongoing philosophical and theological concepts of right and wrong, good and bad, light and dark, heaven and ****, yin and yang... however one might want to describe and examine this question of contrast and balance.

Having grown up Catholic, I was significantly traumatized in my youth by this concept of grace and sin, that either carried you to a place of eternal joy and reward called heaven, or condemned you to suffer forever in a place of eternal horror and punishment called ****. Also back then, discussions of what actually did or did not constitute a sin, and was it an original sin, or a venial sin, or a mortal sin, or could it be forgiven, and exactly what is the formula required to forgive it - was another highway to insanity. There was also such focus on the life beyond this sinful world, that there was no philosophical embrace of this beautiful, wonderful, magical world. The Catholic vision fails completely to provide an effective and productive plan of living and being wholly present in this world. It always seemed to be a profound sense of Catholic "shame" regarding this planet earth. We are only here, to get out. I can't abide that. I feel earth is a gift thst we should treasure and care for.

As a adult I came to an understanding, at least for myself, that these were concepts, created to control, a more naive human population, to do the bidding of the generally more educated and certainly manipulative clergy of that time.
Over the years, I have read and loosely delved into a number of religious and ethnic views regarding these topics. What I did this week, being a poet, was wrote a poem based on an imagined expression of this contrast, in the form of **** and heaven, as might be seen from a Western theistic viewpoint.

This is strictly an excercise in assembling words. This is in no way my opinion.
After I finished this I ask myself - why? But I wrote it, so here it is... ✌

I personally embrace much of the Taoist wisdom, especially the core focus on harmony and balance, with our fellow humans and with nature. And the strength in seeking simplicity and humility to guide our lives.

I keep a copy of the Tao Te Ching open in my studio and find it very spiritually centering to read the words of Lao Tzu when things seem overwhelming. I do not embrace Taoism as a religion, but I do embrace its powerful logic snd wisdom.

I have absolutely no intention to sway you to see anything as I see it. But, to offer insight, I do want you to know where this poet builds the foundation of his life.
Pyrrha Oct 4
Life is full of a thousand varying scales
Love, Hate
Anger, Joy
Happiness, Sadness
There must be balance to keep the peace

For some reason however,
One of your scales seem to be offset
Love is outweighing hate by far too much
It’s taking a toll on your soul
You’ve become tired and insecure
From all your love overflowing from your scale
As it floods onto those who are heavy with hate

It’s okay to be angry and unforgiving
It’s okay to be sad and admit hatred
They come on par with healing
For without being able to know these feelings
You will drown in the in between
You are far too wonderful to sink below the pressure

Spare your scales and be honest with your heart
If you weren’t meant to feel both the heaviness and lightness
You wouldn’t have had a heart
Feel the anger, hatred, and sadness
So that you may receive the love, happiness, and joy
Without the consequence of an unbalanced scale
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