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Montagues and Capulets. Both are ever-present in my mind, heart, and soul. Montagues - Logical, protective, defensive. Capulets - Whistful, flowing, accepting. One cannot exist without the other. One is not safe without the other. You see, the Capulets cannot live in this cruel world without protection And the Montagues cannot enjoy this world without whimsy. They have frequently been waging war on my soul. Montagues want distance, foundation, and steadiness. Capulets want closeness, falling, and cravings. One cannot exist without the other, unless they are utterly miserable. The mediator has vanished. An uncomfortable spot to be, between the two dueling families. Both believe they know what's best. And what's at stake? My heart, she shifts from ice cold to melted in a matter of seconds. I cannot be the one who makes the choice and chooses a side. Both are valuable. "Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood."
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Feb 5
Feb 5, 2026 at 2:02 PM UTC
Montagues and Capulets
What is one is itself but if you know someone else you are partly also that person you are also what was different until that moment And you observe that, it dawns on you and you grow That's interesting, we repeat it in stories about people and the gods they imagine: the more souls, the merrier and the more humor thanks to the differences And the trick is to learn to see that everyone is everything Therefore, yes therefore there was a feast in heaven for the wicked sons at the end of their tumultuous lives while the good sons were taken to hell And the supreme god laughed at their illusions
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Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 3:05 AM UTC
The Great Story
like yin and yang we are completely different but one in the same
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Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 11:02 AM UTC
yin and yang
The stairs to this tower… I climb like playing the cords of harmony Stare at this power of rhyme, like the pain and thought between my Mom and me a Drop of a coin and it’s hard to bring I’m a drop of the soil with a Heart made of string No Musician, no Entertainer… Life’s not wrapped in ribbons Just precision, no ignoramus lines rapped Good riddance!
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Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 4:42 AM UTC
Harmony
light dark bright black white, the yin and the yang of time; morning, day then night.
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Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 4:34 PM UTC
the progression of a day...