Hot and Cold Light and Dark Love and Hate All are two sides of the same coin Flip the coin to decide fate and the sky will weep with the tears of the Gods fears That when the coin lands the world will fall as the hearts of men become corrupt The coin lands and seals a mans' fate The hot light of love, or the cold darkness of hate Little does man know, you cannot have one half of the coin without the other That is why the Gods cry for every man swallowed by the dark side of the coin
I kept a quarter in a drawer next to my bed for when I made decisions that hurt my head where each choice came at great cost to my sanity so I flipped a quarter to cheapen the price to twenty-five cents and I said it's just common sense keeping innocence but it's ignorance and guiltlessness that I wanted for me. When a quarter felt too heavy I moved on to a dime because it was lighter than its cost and fit my indecisive crime but I find I tossed it too high and couldn't always catch it so it clattered to the floor and rolled beneath my dresser and maybe if I left it there, my decision-making stressor would disappear like the dime then I could quit Yet decisions kept on coming and so a nickel would have to do five-cent choices should be worth less than dimes too and yet again, I couldn't bear the weight of my choice. So instead I flipped two pennies, to get my two cents in. One landed heads, the other tails, and I still have a decision. I can't keep flipping coins to replace my voice. My treasure trove of choices worth less than the ones before because they're all plastic, made so I don't have to endure the weight of cost so I selfishly kept on flipping all these coins and kept on wishing they would never land. Fifty-fifty, leave my choice to chance, take it out of my hand. If my coins never land, then my decisions cost me nothing.
The fire's burning higher, fulfilling all of my desires Men kneel before me, asking for my commands They stand before me now as soldiers, seizing the neighboring lands As I sit upon my throne, gazing upon the world Everything in my sight is mine All I had to do was leave my old life behind For the trade was simple: a soul for a soul Little did he know, I had already made a deal Earth is mine for a certain amount of time, like water in a bowl Upstairs they gave me a coin called the doulip Enchanted with enough power to perform a soul steal My purpose unknown but my life's work has just begun
It seems that as long as we have all got some money to spend there are those who their friendship in some degree will lend. The value of people though isn’t due to their amount of coin but what they have to offer to benefit others that will enjoin. _________
From "The Quatrains" on going writings since the early '90's
there is a well in the middle of the road i walk on the way home everytime everyday every chance i get, i toss a coin inside it's an endless cycle, a routine of stopping in the middle of the road, tossing a coin, and whispering your name over and over again under my breath the well is old and aged, its walls beginning to grow moss but everytime i throw a coin inside those mossy walls turn into a portal, a gate into space my coin lands into the nightsky, taking its place as one of the stars;
i have thrown many, many coins and i am reminded each time when i look up at night that you take the form of a wish fit neatly into a coin, and my wish lies among the stars.
i loved writing this poem. i hope you enjoy reading it.