I'm a bend, bending

the road to the right and left --


simultaneously.

In the realm where shadows dance,
Society weaves its intricate trance.
Amidst the ceaseless ebb and flow,
People's stories silently grow

A tapestry of vibrant threads,
Interwoven with joy and dreads.
A kaleidoscope of souls entwined,
Seeking purpose, elusive to find.

In bustling streets and crowded squares,
A symphony of lives, each with cares.
The masks we wear, a fragile guise,
Concealing truths beneath our eyes.

Within this labyrinth of desire,
Hearts burn with passions, blazing fire.
Yet, veiled in masks of apathy,
We yearn for bonds, a shared empathy.
With hurried steps, we chase success,
In the pursuit of dreams, we acquiesce.
But amidst the race for worldly gains,
The essence of humanity often wanes.

A fractured mirror reflects our plight,
Divisions deep, casting shadows of spite.
Boundaries drawn, walls rise high,
As unity crumbles, hopes sigh.

Yet, in this realm of paradox,
Hope endures, a resilient paradox.
For in our hearts a flame still gleams,
A longing for a world of dreams.

Let us transcend the confines of fear,
Embrace compassion, lend an ear.
For society's strength lies in unity,
A tapestry fused with diversity.

So, let us tread with mindful grace,
Embrace the beauty of every face.
And may this poem be a gentle plea,
For a society where all hearts can be free.

Simple words are spoken, wise or foolish too,
Laughter or scorn, the listener's point of view.

Wisdom from simple lips, a paradox to share,
Dismissed by the wise, with no one to care.

Experts watch with critical eyes,
Foolishness implied, in simple surprise.

Let us beware, of biases we hold,
And wisdom's sources, where'er they unfold.

The irresistible force paradox.
When an unstoppable force
meets an immovable object,
they co-co-opt a new loving universe.

extraordinary claims
extraordinary evidence
elusive question
evident answer

COCO

Only in the harshest of heart-aches
You feel the peace over-takes
Like jumping into the deepest of lakes

Over-simply put
You need a suffering input
To clean your lungs of soot

It is a sardonic paradox
Pain plants a backwards Pandora's box
Into the landscape of Nox

I feel nothing matters.
I feel recreated and unformed all at once.
I feel my crown and throne has been usurped,
and I feel as a beggar, never knowing
the pleasure of power or possession.
I feel entirely different and still exactly the same.
I feel love for no reason
and pleasure and pain simultaneously.
I see life and death assault the senses
in each frame. I sense each moment as death
and rebirth entwined. I am the Goddess I dreamed to see
and the Devil I feared to face. I am totality.
I am infinite space as I embody the dust of Earth.
I am not and yet nothing - I can call it,
nothing, is - somehow.

How draining it is
for this place to be my haven,
yet also the very place
I long to escape.