#polarity
His father told him, "Boys don't cry--
Why can't you do what real boys do, like playing football?
Just get out of my sight"--
His father's last cruel statement left only delight...
He left the house that wasn't a home, gazing at the sky
And the rain softly whispered, "It takes a real man to cry"...
The clouds parted company, leaving the radiant ones' smile
'Twas nought for his young legs to eagerly walk a short mile...
And there she was, free of judgment and naked of pride
The lightness of Being, swathed him with Love's tender kiss
When in the arms of Mother Nature, nothing felt amiss...
She welcomed him with her roving carpet of evergreen
It was his secret place to cry, amid wild flowers, unseen...
He asked the fairies for permission before picking buttercups
The pulchritude his immortal soul beheld was nigh utterless...
As he was offering cups of the sun to the father of the woods--
He caught a glimpse of her picking daisies
Which she cheerfully offered unto the meadow stream
Fifteen years later, they wed, neath the Rowan tree
Transcendent of worldly desires ~ One with Thee...
Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 6:28 PM UTC
...There is no element, in existence,
equal, to me,
with the force,
and polarity, of you.
Take me...take me, further in.
I will not,
I could not...ever, resist you.
My will, is hammered carbon;
yet, this contract, of the soul...
it is ironclad.
Draw me,
into the tensity,
of your unbroken field.
Does your ghost, hover
like magnetite,
at the northernmost point,
of its own compass needle?
Does your shadow, dwell
in its arrowhead shape?
Does your heart, steel,
its directional pull?
I cannot pass you by,
but to be drawn,
into the divine gravity,
of your embrace.
Sweet...so sweetly,
do you hold fast, to me.
My lips, shudder,
tremulous,
with an irrepressible urge
to glue themselves
to the nectarine sweetness,
of sunbaked flesh.
Take me...take me, further in.
Leech me, of resistance.
Break me, of my defenses.
Shatter this separation,
that pulses fiercely, between us,
and pin me, to the core, of you.
Keep me, always...
yours, alone;
yours forever...
and worlds, may end,
castles, may rubble.
Entire civilizations,
may fall, to ancient ash,
Before these lips,
could ever dream,
of leaving, you.
Sep 2, 2025
Sep 2, 2025 at 3:35 PM UTC
I told them that I am a Jew.
They beat me up anyhow. May the wrath of God be upon them.
Jul 30, 2022
Jul 30, 2022 at 4:50 AM UTC
Life imitates art... and electronics?
Everything depends on the plus and the minus. The positive and the negative. Including heaven and hell. Don't get it wrong either. Being positive isn't saying "let it go, it will be fine" it is saying "no, it has to be this way"! It is thought to be cruel to tell someone they are doing something wrong. But is it cruel for a cop to harass someone who is cooking burgers outside? I don't really think so, but it is WRONG. You stand in that negativity protected by a union of black wires, Blue wires. I am the positive red wire that they try to call negative. I choose to be the white, neutral wire, but they say white power is wrong, and make it a race issue. I scream, "white power"! They say no, so I go back to being the red wire. They say that is wrong, but I still choose my own power. So, are you the red or the blue? We depend on each other, even with opposing polarity. You can't be red, white and blue...it is impossible.
(electronics have a red and a black wire for positive and negative. It used to be a red and a blue wire...and a white wire that is represented by an N.)
Jul 28, 2022
Jul 28, 2022 at 10:46 PM UTC
Logic to the dissonant, confetti into flames
watch it turn to ash.
The disquieted don’t want comfort,
they want to protect their definition of purity
and simply, for the complexities of the universe
to serve them solely.
Dissatisfaction becomes identity,
a vice to sate,
just one more redemptive hit
and they’ll sleep
dreaming of their idyllic reconstruction of reality.
Everyone’s a visionary
blind to the piteous state
of their mass-conformist unity fantasy,
forgetting that autonomy isn’t only in the mind of the beholder.
Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 12:21 PM UTC
*
***True love
never dies,
But
may change
the polarity...***
*
May 16, 2020
May 16, 2020 at 4:13 AM UTC
To jump and never land—
to breathe in but never out—
to fall asleep and never wake up...
The glass stillness of a pond,
its surface never disturbed—
peace without its pole:
Nothing.
May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 3:30 PM UTC
With an audible sigh...
I curse the world to gain some clarity.
Things weren't so black or white before...
But cycles of laughter and tears do well
To burn in their disparity.
Like washed-out sadness,
I'll make it hard to judge my smile.
"The sun may fade these colors," I say,
"But they'll be gone for just a while."
I exhale...
... And I miss you.
Even though I’m left with just the pain
Most nights I alone past dark,
And curse the utterance of your name.
I longed for your shine
And the warmth within your Sol.
But your clouds gave way to Luna...
...And I left.
Still halfway short of whole.
For now, I'll do what I can to force these
clouds back over the moon.
Because even in depravity,
Or lonesome solitude,
I find the comfort that is darkness...
And in the darkness I find you.
Still, I hope you feel the thunder.
Or that the light leads your way through.
I can't make this darkness bright, but still,
I think... If I can't discern what's true...
I hope you laugh, at least, in irony.
I hope you smile, at the storm...
That casts its shadow just for you.
I've found the lightning doesn't last,
And the thunder comes too soon.
So alone, in solidarity, I will fight my fate
To be construed...
Against myself,
As the answers to my questions' echo --
reverberating in an empty room.
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 6:06 PM UTC
Of all the known truth
Only the humans are
The Polarized species
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 9:45 PM UTC
Passion in her heart and mayhem in her mind, a dangerous combination, the two combined....
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 8:32 AM UTC
The spirits of heaven and earth.
I look down...
You, fly!
Unknown to disgust
Revelling in the solidity of your warm ambition
"You, fly!
Know the Earth and its bounty."
I look up with darkness all round
Glee in the beauty of a falling star
But wait!
"You, fly!
And your jest of chemical fire."
Have taught me a lesson
Of far thought beauties within grasp
Scholar of sustenance and Archetypal will-o-wisp
"Thank you.
You, flies!"
For showing me
All that I can be
And all there is to see
Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 9:09 PM UTC
On friendship’s day
I bought 2 bar Magnets
Highly Polarized
Like minded on opposite polarity
N-S, then NS
So close, so connected
With “We” feeling.
Egoist on like polarity
N<>N, S<>S
Self centered, individualist
With “I/Me/Mine” feeling.
They possess
the same strength of
Connecting or repelling force
Either in one end, or
Other.
Just the polarity matters
How we keep them.
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 8:40 PM UTC
The black and the white, The left and the right
The right and the wrong, The short and the long
The happy and sad, The good and the bad
The up and the down, The smile and frown
The awake and the sleep, The shallow and deep
The common and rare, The covered and bare
The urban and rural, The single and plural
The hot and the cold, The meek and the bold
The wisdom and folly, The gosh and the golly
The break and the mend, The save and the spend
The few and the many, The dollar and penny
The adult and the child, The tame and the wild
The blame and the praise, The year and the days
The free and the caged, The joy and the rage
The dark and the light, The day and the night
The sea and the land, The instrument and band
The pleasure and pain, The sun and the rain
The poetry and prose, The con's and the pro's
The open and shut, The why and the what
The here and the there, The when and the where
The these and the those, The highs and the lows
The above and below, The ebb and the flow
The want and the need, The giving and greed
The public and private, The peace and the riot
The cruel and the kind, The heart and the mind
The expand and contract, The real and abstract
The empty and full, The push and the pull
The biased and fair, The hope and despair
The master and servant, The blind and observant
The even and the odd, The Devil and God
The bones and the skin, The without and within
The inhale and exhale, The try and the fail
The false and the true, The old and the new
The free and the bound, The lost and the found
The quiet and loud, The humble and proud
The rich and the poor, The less and the more
The found and the lost, The worth and the cost
The yin and the yang, The wax and the wane
Forever entwined
by grand designed,
not to unbind
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 10:26 AM UTC
A wayfarer gardens
and yeaning wake his soul
on this Market Square
still he shops and sleeps
where his abode is nigh
and their goods are cheap
like his barbecued cecils
now such gazes he's met
that fires their clement
if City Hall landslide elects again.
Aug 20, 2017
Aug 20, 2017 at 8:44 AM UTC
Morning abate
with hazelnut
spread on
toast that
surmount any
surprise with
lather that
only minutes
elongated tweezers
frequent inside
strand that
abet her
with hazing
particles for
extremes package
soon upon
her face
Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 7:06 AM UTC
What does your soul say through your eyes
Do they show your truth or do they show your lies
Are you really happy with yourself and your path
Or is something in the way, is it holding you back
How do you know what you feel is right
Is it when you feel less of the dark and more of the light
Is there a happy medium, like what Buddha taught
Is everything an illusion, or is that just one thought
How do we know what we really feel
How do what know what is truly real
Our souls create reality and there are so many different kinds
How many universes are we projecting with our minds
We are each a deep expression of the universe and the divine
But if that's the case why do so many of us whine
Why can't we find the power that's within
Why do we sell ourselves short, why do we see things as sin
Karma isn't even what people think it is
They mistake it for the law of attraction, what goes around comes around, but that's not it
Karma comes at the end of life and it tallies our deeds
It's kind of like judgment day, but it's our soul it feeds
Tell me what I did, was I as good as I thought
Did I learn everything I needed to, was I righteously taught
I know I learned lessons and I know I hurt souls
But I didn't do it on purpose, I just played many roles
I taught people lessons and they taught me mine
In life we have to learn quick, we don't have much time
Our lives are short, but they sure feel long
Is loving everyone deeply right or is it wrong
The emptiness in us, it comes and it goes
Sometimes we feel dull, sometimes we glow
It's hard to be consistent when things always change
Just adapt when we need to and transcend our ways
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 6:09 PM UTC
God and the devil are of the same
But they operate on a different plane
One is creation
One is destruction
One is livin in the now
One is always rushin
Rushing to destroy
Rushing to deploy
The troops to other nations
Lowering the vibration
Embodying God takes dedication
We choose which wolf we feed
That of love or that of greed
We need to come up with a plan and quick
We all need to love each other and stop being a ****
We need to learn to be humans and souls
Fill the void and fill the holes
With spirit, with friendship, and acceptance
These are the words of truth, let's make them our dance
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 9:49 PM UTC
O my star, that shines so bright
Why are you so dim tonight?
Have your dreams gone bad?
Is the sky too high?
Have other stars fallen from the sky?
Is the sea too low
To scoop down below
The dreams of mountains you have wanted so?
O my star, I can’t refute
The gloom and dark that grasps your foot
Even more so, I cannot shake
The pain and agony that it makes
To rid of stuff that breaks your bones,
- The twisted lies, the painful moans
And all I can do is wait.
Reflecting on my sins and testing faith.
O my dear star, I am in despair
For things went out of hand, and I am aware.
The sorrow that you have been feeling out in space
Is showering down on my cold, damp face
And every tear that trickles from your eyes
- It breaks my heart and a part of me dies.
Surely, I am always trying to be strong
But the question is, for how long?
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 7:38 AM UTC
so what do we do when all is left are figurines
gifted in the unholiest of manners
and the crusties in my eye when i awake
are no longer their
since sleep is a distant memory
and all the tides of highs and lows
simmer to a stagnant plateau
because days no longer carry weight
surmounting to popcorn on a string
--one just like the last--
suddenly a day
--popcorn with extra butter and just a pinch of salt--
comes and shakes the bland you into something recognizable
a sparkly-eyed realist with an unusually magnetic personality
drawn from absolutely nothing
but the reality that life goes on
and we just have to be aware of peoples polarity
s.q.
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 5:47 PM UTC