Best Duality Poems
It is the conversation
between the poet and the jester.
The poet- with solemn introspection;
the jester- with careless regard,
each captivating the other.
It is the ultimate irony
of this unlikely coupling,
entwining their words,
combining truth and mischief,
sabotaging established decorum.
Neither threatened nor contrite,
nor challenging the others' wisdom,
but with enthusiastic fornication
and eager indecency
they consecrate their mutual madness
The duality of man, oh what a sight
A puzzle so complex, so full of might
On one hand, we are strong and brave
On the other, we are weak and craven
We can love with all our heart
But also with hate we can start
A fire within that never dies
And consumes us with burning lies
We can rise to greatness, or fall to despair
The choice is ours, but be aware
The duality of man is a perilous thing It can lift us up, or make us sing
A song of sorrow, a cry of pain
Or a melody of joy, that can never wane
The duality of man is a curious thing
It can make us soar, or make us sing.
The faces of Duality
What a strange and mysterious creature.
The two, distorted faces of human nature.
Are they given birth, deep within the subconscious ?
Or are they a deliberate creation of the conscious ?
What is there in one’s personality ?
That makes their duality, their reality !
For those that play this troubling game,
in the faces of the innocent, there is a name !
B. J. “A ” 2
June 5th 2015
The duality of a man?
the inner beast of the outer man,
aeons ago were quite unplanned,
the spirit surfer entered a beast,
took control and enjoyed the feast,
when it killed some beast of prey,
many friends of the surfer type,
enraptured with their planet flights ,
by thought they travelled through,
in an instant they were due,
on Mars they'd spend a night,
doing things that spirits do,
taking over bodies, right,
spring into a body a Mastadon ,
to hump a female or fight was wrong?
To alter the path of the beast they drew,
Alligator or Kangaroo,
possession, was too strong?
On Earth they entered many beasts,
some with feathers, with tails, 4 feet,
stayed till it died at least,
and changed it's evelution,
though alters matter see it change,
the picture in you brain arrange,
the power of thought,
escapes the few,
old ways were, of this they knew,
creation this was brought,
a doubt will get you ought,
the narrow minded too,:}
the animal host has the instinct to kill,
anger bypasses, the spirit chilled,
blood and guts sumarrily spilled,
beast reflex is in action,
no spirit satisfaction,
this horror it aint willed,
the duality of a man?
Don Johnson
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=77BDitquiZU
Read Edgar Cayce on the origins of man…
Possibly it explains why man is a predator, a murderer.
Given his animal body inhabitedv by a dubious controller spirit form,
Which is stronger during anger or passion, spirit or beast???
Re: The Spirit Animal combination.
The predator animal some humans descend from in the body type will kill in passion or anger or for fun?
The spirit in the body tries to stop this happening as it the spirit knows it will have to return to a lower worse level in little Hell Earth, to suffer for the spirit weakness in controlling the animal lust in the adopted beast, man. So the strong moral spirit subjugates the
normal tempered beast with some difficulty, but the caged beast waits to pounce on its prey.
Hence a possible murderer waits his chance to overpower the weakling spirit, to do his instinct thing of the animal world quite naturally?
Don Johnson
One is aware while one is asleep,
One is a ruler another a sheep.
One is so ruthless while one is so kind,
One is all-seeing while another is blind.
One is a guru while another a clown,
One wears a smile another a frown.
One experiences paradise while one lives in hell,
One is risen while another has fell.
One is a scholar and one needs taught,
One is a savior another needs fought.
One is colossal while one is minute,
One is peaceful while another a brute.
One is so spotless and another a stain,
One is so humble another is vain,
One is courageous and one has cold feet,
One is integral while another deceit.
One lives in the future and one in the past,
One lives in the now another thinks fast.
One is soul bearing the other hides dirt,
One has been healed and one has been hurt.
One sees the light while one lives in dark,
One is a minnow another a shark.
But all of these i describe lie inside me,
These appear to be opposites but they're on the same tree.
The order in life has shown me both sides,
Slipping around thankful for all of these rides.
Its just experiencing that duality thing,
I am the ying while i am the yang.
Just complimentary counterparts that dance around me,
Accepting both sides is the happiness key.
1. De Dualitate
"Angelos lucis parabit se ad bellum..."
Intro:
In the upper realms of the highest harmonious light
Reside the immaculate immortals, immense in their immensurable plight
Harmonical hemispheres colliding in comprehensive rhythm
Battling duality in their debilitated deceiving schism...
I the lachrymator of lasting tears, endure the cross as I encroach
Contemplating cadaverous consequences when the Dark ones do approach
From middle ground I watch the skies, as my soul begins to transcend
The upper light and the lower dark, a war Eternal that soon must end.
March.07.2016 ^WW^
A Saga to Be Continued...
With respect to digestion, we talk of two fates
The absorptive and post absorptive states.
Think of a meal as earning a wage.
You may use a bit but you’ll save some, if sage.
And the ratio is something you always must gauge.
It can certainly change as one does age.
Up to four hours after a meal
Before your insides are resting from their zeal
Insulin is governing lots of the chemistry
In your body’s energy registry.
It promotes glycogenesis, glycogen production
The storage of glucose, a major reduction.
Lipogenesis will also take place
After a meal at an increased pace.
And of course, protein synthesis also increases
As your body builds up new pieces.
But after four hours, post absorptive will dominate
And glucagon is the hormone that it will nominate.
It will cause the breakdown of things that were built
So that sources are available when you need them to the hilt.
It promotes glycogenolysis, the reverse of the above
Because now your blood glucose might need a shove.
Lipolysis, too, is also promoted
Proteolysis as well, just as devoted.
While insulin and glucagon both promote their actions
They also inhibit the other’s reactions.
I
I looked below and saw the dawn from here,
Disturbing may, below the light- a man.
II
“Oh, stranger most, shall I ask you with fear?”
III
“Dear one, you fear no one”, replied the man,
“Nor Him, you fear Him not for you are but
The holder of the strings of those you sight.”
IV
A second by, I asked him in abrupt,
“The guardians of the roof, had they loved me?”
V
He voiced: “Their love are drawn in stitching crossed,
Exquisite yet details are course, you see?
The veil from where it rests you should have tossed,
Each thread in havoc, one chaotic sea!”
VI
I spared a tear, his face did went outworn,
Afar the lake I headed. God, I’m torn!
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Duality is everywhere we look in life
but which is the ulimate supreme theme
When it comes to our spirit or souls
what is the one "Alpha and Omega"
More importanty and why does it matter
Good vs Evil / Right vs Wrong
Light vs Dark / Up vs Down
Love vs Hate / Water vs Fire
Future vs Past / Hot vs Cold
True vs False / Day vs Night
Yin vs Yang / Masculine vs Feminine
The conversation of duality
Relates to our spirituality
Many consider Light vs Dark
To be the primary duality concept
The purpose of our existence
Raise our vibration to overcome
The darkness to move away from it
Low-vibration life
towards the Light that shine
God said, "Let there be Light
(Or Light Be)"
God saw that Light
And that was good in His sight
Then He separated Light from Darkness
Yet they walk side by side
Which one do you choose
To win or loose
It seems that man can never comprehend
The carnal thrust of lust we all must trust;
As human minds design no plan to end
Carnality 'till man converts to dust.
When facets of our lives are added new,
Atop existing layers of the truth,
Environments of learning do renew
The curious intensity of youth.
We are allotted exploitation needs
Of broadened exploration, to negate
Hyperbole and altered truth, that bleeds
Intolerance resplendent in its hate.
But time can lead a child inside deceit
Perpetuating common fallacies
Supported by revisionist conceit
Transparent in their false realities.
Revise, revise the facts you little whores
Enjoy the crime of falsifying past
And make it easy there behind closed doors
To witness fabrications that are vast.
The neo-nazis and the Ku Klux Klan
Deny the Holocaust and all its pain.
They claim the nazi's had no final plan
And such a plan would simply be insane.
The camps became infested with disease
Another reason many prisoners died.
And academics shouting out their pleas:
"The Jews had our sweet Savior crucified. "
Today the truth revised and falsified
Comes straight from printers who with pride omit
The aboriginal great genocide
That many witnessed our own troops commit.
They state that in the scheme of things so grand,
Elimination of a race though sad,
Is something that we all should understand
But teaching it makes Anglo's very mad.
But history without integrity
Is empty exercise of false belief.
To understate the state of slavery
Will give the racist only brief relief.
The founders compromised morality
Allowing slavery to long endure.
Incomprehensible duality?
Just keep the facts wrapped up and children pure.
For us to live and thrive if not survive
We must admit the errors first and last;
If not we find inside our final dive -
Oblivion of splintered fragments past!
In a wealthy country forced cheap labor helps the rich become richer
Poem Contest entry: Paradox of Life Contest
Sponsor: JCB Brul
Dated 27/04/2121
The Duality of man 2…
Picture the beast getting its own way,
When weak of “spirit” steps aside,
Animal lust comes out to play,
Control your body, have some pride,
Yes it is a Monkey body,
Rhesus monkey blood, have I,
Give in to its wants and needs?
Go to jail sometimes to cry,
Cos the Monkey passion won?
When the animal has control,
Madness bloodlust does persist,
Watched in horror by the soul,
Conscience chatters, does insist,
I fight 4 some control.
Don Johnson
so the weak soul loses control
and the monkey body lets passion or bloodlust
satisfy its wants and primal needs...
and the concience screams enough!!!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xMFahYa865k
Sun
Bright, hot
Shining, vibrating, warming
Giving light daily, appearing at night
Overpowering, fascinating, elating
Mysterious, enigmatic
Moon
His lips are the west gates of night
His lips are the east gates of light
Bursting night and light, we say thus:
“Lord, Father, have mercy on us”
His height is the five depths we view
His height is the ten skies of blue
Deep chasm and sky’s tower, thus:
“Lord, Father, have mercy on us”
He sits on wheels of fate that binds
He sits on the wheels of blessed winds
Wheels of stars, wheels moved by wind, thus:
“Lord, Father, have mercy on us”
Has a burning scroll blistering
Has a burning scroll flickering
Destroying flames, cleansing flames, thus:
“Lord, Father, have mercy on us”
His hand holds a wolf with no love
His hand has an eagle and dove
Earth bound demons, sky angels, thus:
“Lord, Father, have mercy on us”
His eyes are the black stars of might
His eyes are the sun in its light
Dead stars and twin suns that shine, thus:
“Lord, Father, have mercy on us”
Comets shaking, planets falling
The earth shaking, the skies crawling
When Jesus the Splendour comes, thus:
“Lord, Father, have mercy on us”
We must stay away from the night
The bondage of the prince of might
Lord guide us to you; we say thus:
“Lord, Father, have mercy on us”
Swirls of shadowed light rest in minds filled with wakeful anxiety, while the burning ice warms their souls with its chills
Falling in tandem with the rising waves cresting against sandless beaches, reaching for pieces broken by gentle hands banded in the company of destruction
Seduction of the celibate through linear sways of hip and lip, trying as one might to grip and rip the shattered remnants whole
Candescent pitch shining a brilliant purple/black against the flashing abyss, with lost tack that stacked bricks on back become feathers for wings that caress the winds to take it flight