#juxtaposition
A forever pooling of grey like the endless summer days
I'm becoming adust with longing
It's a bewildering heat haze
Begging for the fingertips that find new paths
That bring the rain and the thunderous ways
With our contented sighs and our laughter highs
We're now drowning together in one another's wanting gaze
Dec 5, 2025
Dec 5, 2025 at 6:22 AM UTC
Frigidity wounded the tender palms,
numbness nestled in beards,
crystals of snow hung from her earrings;
all now photographs that have creased.
The souls stare into the windows once mistaken for walls,
recalling their shadows chained to the stagnant snow,
but the seasons are meant to spiral,
and amidst the mosses osculated by winters,
there bloomed petals adorned by renewal.
Some cling tight to the yarn,
afraid of pointed crystals shredding the weave,
while some recall the cold, garbed in a tender sweater —
the tender sweater spun by bleeding hands,
pricked by needles and lost amongst the threads.
Once one with the pine tree,
trembling in a blizzard,
they now converse of and with past,
clad in fabrics of rejuvenation.
Sep 13, 2025
Sep 13, 2025 at 11:05 AM UTC
embedded in avatar’s
sequential chromosomes
novel_sprite_ageless___BIRTHED
Soul protected simultaneously PROTECTOR
free ______ALL WAYS
yet ………superlatively
centred within ego’s ATOMS :::: Rooted
sent abreast by Lord of Lords
for
a glorious journey of dualism
fractalised on Mother Gaia
to ascend again spire after spire
ALONE
without Rapunzel’s locks
flying on back of North Wind
or whichever carriage
juxtapositions to
meet unique evolutionary tasks
Soul hears His voiceless voice
directing f o o t s t e p s s
p
a
E
L
jum
Ps
sightless sees jutting rocks
languid lakes barrier obstacles
stormy seven seas
exuding all colour
COMPosIng
luminous WHITE to dungeon BLACK
yet ___ colourless_transparent_cellophane
though
op-art || check mate
both KING and PAWN
soundlessly drumming beats
from 0hz to explosive BIG BANGS
up and down ladders
w o o d and s t. e. e. l.
in depths of blood
less states VOID
or
full-blooded beer cheers on stadiums
soccer balled || tennis raquetted || gym shoed
scream ecstatic Olympic VICTORIES or
cry despair DEFEAT
silent f e r o c i t ¥
lies inERT birthing ALERT at
b
O
T
TOM of spine w a i T i Ng
to rocket shoot cracking all
seven wheels + codes
accessing HIGHER POWER SOCKETS
plugging in ~
dis
connect
INg
dictating Heart rhythms
reigning in manipulations of mind
find Soul where slugs crawl
where lions roar
where eagles glide
reclining in mitochondria
find footprints when dawn breaks
into pink-peach DELIGHT
when sun sets
as orange-magenta
AWE with whales sighing at dolphins leaping white
foam waves ships sinking ___sailorS DROWNING sharks at BAY
South Pole cold
Equator hot
juxtapose that which you see with that
which you see NOT
jungle pygmies with North Saxon Aryan
gladiators _______embracing opposites
1. 2. ___ 10. begin again…
an empty frigid fridge
dollar-less petulant purse
sliding along limpid linearity
to full cream honey cocoa sherry
black bean cake on birthday blast
CAFÉ TABLE FOR TEN
marula animation
espresso exploring appetite ~
seek Soul breath in museums
discos
art galleries
leylines
pyramid sarcophagus
sea shores + desert sands of
NO MAN’s LAND
HOT COLD ROT NOT SOT BOT
eat roti
starve blink stink crawl toddle stand straight
sow
know
seek Soul also as it lies
ADORNED WITH DRIPPING BLOOD
on rampaged battlefields scathing
exposing gaping wounds of sorrow
bones cracked dust to dust
unborn children dying
as womb is turmoiled
WITH GUNSHOTS CRAZED
a lone butterfly **** sweat salt
|||\\ - ribcage o Pen
duality encoded within
that which wakes to work
that which curls under quilt
that which says ACT in
split-second speed
baby is about to f
a
l
l
that which says m o v e NOT AT ALL
Divine timing in _ COMMANDING.FORCE
transparent walking blue naked
Soul remains Master of Juxtaposition
in ~ ALL ~ | avatars | frequencies | masks | pen-names | shades | subtitles | subtleties| tones | tints | translations….
LIFE = light shadow
dark essentials
yin-yang ~
winter
spring
summer
autumn
Dualism : ultimate strategic game-plan
= canvas unframed
touch explore ALL-GREAT
manifestations of CONDUCTOR
HEART
Bride and Groom
exotic mind-free quark + rocket + Sky
beating__heaving___purestillness.presence
LEARN • TEACH ~
molten CENTRE OF VIOLET FLAMED VOLCANIC lava
prison cell > POWER
beautiful mind receptive tool
loyal servant like no other
body _ornamental vehicle
housing senses refined
lifetime after lifetime
I flip _____COIN
heads or tail ?
juxtaposition choice is a GAME
of choose best card
Soul use indigo intuition
all designs on TABLE if YOU
have E_ES
2 C JUxpo
©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song2025
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Jul 16, 2025
Jul 16, 2025 at 3:42 AM UTC
in a sense my innocence
has brought about some strange events
your unabashed sinfulness
my cute, careful religiousness
a surprising synthesis
in a sense, was my innocence
a recompense for your bitterness?
i sought your soul with reverence
from your tenderness, my mind undressed
a haunt old as some sacred texts
of a pure and honest impetus
our pride found a submissiveness
my naivete,
your diligence
thanks to our collective dissonance
a love made to be infamous
May 8, 2025
May 8, 2025 at 4:43 PM UTC
You can't control crazy, eh?
Only mitigate it.
You can't control sanity, eh?
Only define it.
A question like:
"Who's been listening!?"
A question like:
"To whom have you been listening?!"
Apr 20, 2025
Apr 20, 2025 at 3:29 PM UTC
*
The Honey Bee
Little buzzing Honey Bee,
Honey sweetens me and thee.
Thou art busy all the Day;
Busy Bee, thy Wings are gay.
Flowers bloom and Showers fall;
Spring is springing over All.
Thou shalt work till Daylight's end.
Golden Bee, thou art my Friend!
The Beekeeper
Little buzzing Honey Bee,
Thou dost make my Gold for me.
Labour, Bee, because thy toil
Buys my meat and drink and oil.
Thou art mine: what thou dost make,
Slave! to Market I shall take.
Mine the Bee and mine the Earth,
Mine by Right of Human Birth!
Mar 22, 2025
Mar 22, 2025 at 12:06 AM UTC
To a master,
There are only slaves.
To a lord,
There are only subjects.
To a king,
But vassals.
To a boss,
Are only subordinates.
Yet, in reliance
Who rules who?
Aug 4, 2024
Aug 4, 2024 at 10:24 PM UTC
People. Feel. Life. Time. Love. Hate. Day. Cold. Find. Lost. Good. Bad. Wrong. Write. Light. Dark. Heart. Mind. Eyes. Hear. Pain. Hope. Sun. Stars. Better. Afraid. Real. Thought. Help. Cry. Happy. Sad. Fire. Grow.
Perfect.
𝑯𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏.
The light
And the dark
Right next to each other.
Human
and God
Right next to each other.
These are my words:
Contradiction after contradiction.
This is who I am:
Everything, nothing, everywhere, nowhere
All.
At.
Once.
Apr 3, 2024
Apr 3, 2024 at 1:34 PM UTC
The poetry
Claws at my rib cage
Like it’s a real cage.
Like it’s minimum wage
Come to pay up, pay a price.
It 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘴 like blood
Or bone.
It blooms like a flower
Then crashes like stone.
It flows out of my lips
Like music’s own bile—
Life’s a trial by fire
But this is fire by trial.
Jan 13, 2024
Jan 13, 2024 at 11:12 AM UTC
you and i
may soon be gone,
but these three magical words
“i love you”
etched in the metaverse
will stay on.....
immortalized forever!
© 2021
Dec 18, 2021
Dec 18, 2021 at 10:39 AM UTC
tis a perfect summer evening. a blood shot moon inches across the night sky in the city of sin. the sage and the enchantress sit at an outdoor cafe under a lantern lit tent exchanging life stories, as a vintage bottle of ‘82 margaux loses its virginity.
she could’ve been off the cover of Vogue. clad in haute couture, her slit eyes sparkle like the diamond butterfly ring, she elegantly sports. her complexion near flawless. he on the other hand, a hippie, a yogi and ancient as Rome. living proof that the hour glass can indeed be brutal on a city dweller.
her doe eyes dart from the past to the future while his steady gaze stays in the present. quite like the burning candle on their table. the mercury dips into the night as saintly time simply goes rogue.
written in the stars
this unusual kinship ~~
beauty and the beast
© 2021
Jul 29, 2021
Jul 29, 2021 at 8:02 AM UTC
The morning glory
Suffocates the cucumbers.
But we don’t trim them.
Aug 21, 2020
Aug 21, 2020 at 12:49 PM UTC
create
instigate
create
instigate
as soon as i flow freely
i remember
there's a gate
dragging me to the past
back on goes the cast
it happens so fast
it feels like fate
as if i am cemented into the gate
the gate to my past
any glimmer of hope dashed in a blast
it happens so fast
my life is juxtaposition
of attempts to succeed
and temptation to bleed
addicted to pain
as if by virtue of loss there's nothing to gain
life punctuated by pain
i lay in bed
to rest my head
but there is goes again
my inner critic awakens
i submit, forsaken
the space where my life begins and ends
the juxtaposition reinforced
success left at the door
and pain endorsed
Jul 22, 2020
Jul 22, 2020 at 12:11 PM UTC
A tendency or trait I have
to sense,
comprehend what others may not,
and then for it to go
the other way round,
put all the way
into the oblivion back.
Apprehension…?
Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 5:50 AM UTC
Giving someone a gift
Instills bliss between both beings.
For a disregarded gift, however, inflicts insidious injury.
Thoughts of disgust and doubt
Spread throughout, as venom infects a festering wound.
Feb 3, 2020
Feb 3, 2020 at 2:30 PM UTC
Kissed Faith good-bye,
Stepped into the night,
Met a man on his way
To the Forest.
Faith behind him,
Uncertainty before,
Wavering on his way,
Brown faltered on.
Such a cloud of witnesses
As to keep him from this path!
But then they met him,
One by one,
Catechist and Minister,
Deacon and Elder,
Murmuring and gibbering;
Wise fools wending their way
To meet him
In a clearing, deep.
Pink ribbons falling,
Snake-head pointing
Feet now stumbling,
Then running before
In a wind of curses.
Firelight red,
Congregants cowled, silent,
Save the voice of Faith,
The near-initiate.
"Faith, Faith!
Look to Heaven!"
Resist the wicked one."
Woods silent;
Devil, fiends, fire ... gone.
Only Goodman Brown
To stagger home.
Ironic morning sight:
Smiling faces of Salem town,
'Gainst downward gazing
Goodman Brown.
Jan 30, 2020
Jan 30, 2020 at 9:18 AM UTC
There is a name calling out
in the silence of the mind.
There is a space
where clutter occupies.
There is a creation
at the end of destruction.
There is pain,
and love,
and pain again.
A wheel of self-abuse,
the likes of which gets us high
in each and every revolution.
Dec 27, 2019
Dec 27, 2019 at 10:25 AM UTC
Every so often children throwing tantrums
Catch parent faces, bracing fallen sourness
Where outlines wrinkle rosy outlook sadly
Raisins having pits
Logan Robertson
1/16/2019
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 8:07 PM UTC
Cling tight, fear of falling, fear of flying, fear of being, and fear of leaving. I cant stay without wanting to leave and I cant leave without wanting to stay. You hold me and I push. You push and I cling. Always wanting what I cant have. Life calling for me and me clawing at it in response.
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 5:05 PM UTC
i am a typhoon from the pacific
he is a hurricane from the atlantic
we never meet as wholes
only fragments of our beings get to
collide
acquaint
meet
see
sense
become
Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 9:02 AM UTC