Best Equilibrium Poems
An inner earthquake rattles him again
as the fiery sun dips in the horizon
Can he too, hide his halo as such?
Closing his eyes as he folds in his wings,
wishing he could take it off
He trembles...must he embrace darkness to know of love?
Sun breaks over the mountain range,
her obsidian skin absorbing the light.
If her body is like a canvas of night,
could she reach within herself,
beyond the horns and hooves
and find her own hidden sunrise, deep inside?
The darkness is more reassuring
than he could have ever imagined-
something to truly weigh his goodness against,
in a finely-tuned balancing act.
And as the stars can help guide a lost soul,
he too possesses a true north within.
Oddly enough, she welcomes the radiance,
such a stark contrast to what she has been used to-
rays drip into her like ink diffuses in water,
a momentary burst of chaotic brilliance,
followed by an even stillness.
She cannot escape it, becoming a part of her.
The rooster crows for the third time,
so he opens his eyes to this daybreak,
emerald mountains shimmering in the morning light.
Through abysmal depths, he arises and now realizes
Darkness comes as the light falls, it is inevitable...
yet Light also takes over that darkness.
With the thickening dusk,
clouds turn into amethyst ribbons.
The day's warmth thawed a part of her
that was kept frozen and dead for eons.
Now, she would do everything in her power
to keep it pulsing--to keep it alive.
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Upon watching them, sheer fascination takes over....
Even though these two are on different paths,
they had both achieved a similar transformation,
as if neither was an agent for one side, or the other.
Not any longer.
And how their auras shone
....in perfect equilibrium.
**082011**
Opposites: angel/daemon; sunrise/sunset :)
Equilibrium
Sometimes . . . when dark clouds fill the skies,
the world seems out of balance and cries.
But then . . . as two hearts touch in the darkness,
suddenly . . . the equilibrium of life is restored,
clouds disappear, and the sun begins to shine once more.
June 17, 2022
waterplace in mist
fancy deer-hovering ghost
keep equilibrium.
deaddiction bed
springs stretched taut tense and frazzled
thirst demons replaced
craving for prescription pills
librium equilibrium
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Modified Tanka with syllable count 5-7-5-7-8 (Extra syllable - poetic licence)
Isolated corners all in sound symmetry
such perfection, a creation to contemplate
the science among science, absolute chemistry
nature at its impetus, ushers to initiate
In accordance with implied social dissonance
the law states balance within its inherent course
as bars of gold shimmering on such elegance
kept and hidden down below to the very source
The intermittence of a fraction can collapse a whole
like gulls predicting low clouds, squalls of driving rain
a calamity to the inexorable
the inevitable, Earth's worst tormenting bane
Containing equilibrium's an arduous task
a significant factor man must not neglect
free will's an obligation, with no questions asked
at someone's beck and call, a stronghold to protect
Once on the vast placid sea,
Was a bucket whisked 'long currents so free.
He was as a boat
And he ever did float,
Unknown to Care, Worry or Hurry.
But one day, there came a new wind,
'Long a new way the bucket was sent,
Oh, this path unfamiliar
And its tests to endure,
What will this expirement rend?
Not long had he set his new course
Came a wave of such prodigal force,
He was born on the crest
And he did fare the best,
Though filled up with some water, he had this recourse:
Since it's along water I fare,
Well then, I really can't care,
If water makes me sink
I will take my last drink...
To leave it to Choice, I dare.
He heard the dolphin's chit-chattering chide,
Felt the surging insurrection of successive tide,
Though he was alone,
There soon fell a stone
From the depths of the cirrus-strewn sky.
So lower in the water he sunk,
His next gulp of water was drunk,
The victim of Whim
filled two-thirds to the brim
With no way to get out of this funk.
Now, inside the bucket did dwell
Countless people, no number could tell
And so, they did choose
Everything to lose-
They toppled the bucket, he plummeted towards Hell.
"I sit on the ocean's sand floor
Bereft of my purpose forevermore;
I shan't again be
Upon the sea free-
The whole ocean this vessle wll store."
Until I set out on my ship
And found me a spot, for to take a dip.
Who woulda' thunk it,
But I found that old bucket
And took him along on my trip!
The bucket was filled up with woe,
"How is it that water's my foe?
Was I, then, not meant
On this quest to be sent?
An answer, I wish I could know."
Not long had he sat on the deck
That the water had gone 'bout the length of my neck,
He was surprised about
How fast he dried out
And found that his value was not at all wrecked.
"I was not meant for the sea,
It is too much water for me.
I know my purpose
And I shall not fuss
When I can but meet my duty."
When we arrived back in the port,
I found him a new job of sorts:
I hung him in a well
And his joy he couldn't tell
That his too-great ambition, he chose to abort.
The globe is of unfathomable size,
It will not be tamed, we must realize;
Let all of it stand
And keep close both your hands,
But lend them to others when nears their demise.
My vision tingles, colors awaken
as if they'd been fossilized in a photograph of
black and white.
My sight starts to single out exactly
what isn't there.
I stare, immense beauty exploding-
a supernova of stellar Earthly sights
pierces the veil of vile synthetic lights.
They skew, anew, casting golden lemon drop
crystals amongst the freshly sprouted green petals
of grass.
And at last,
while sharing their golden nectar amid white
wisps of washed out clouds that patch the
glistening sky,
dragonflies
flitter
by.
Intertwined and combined in perfect unison, they sing-
all is as it should be,
we are the epitome of yin and yang.
I’m a primitive thinker and not very smart,
But what wisdom you find here comes straight from the heart.
Let me not self-aggrandize, I’m one of life’s fools,
And my pathway is marked by the bodies of rules.
I’m a chief among sinners: your low – I’ve been there,
And for much of my life lived unbothered with care.
My attention was focused on personal gain,
When I wasn’t wrapped up in a battle with pain,
With no deep expectations of help from above
Reconciled to my living a life without love.
But then one day enlightenment came I confess
And convinced me to give up on solving my mess.
What a gift when I let God’s Grace deal with my sin
For it opened my heart to let others come in.
Long Tooth
May 6, 2016
Equilibrium
Why is it without hate I cannot love?
Without sorrow, I cannot feel joy.
Where there is no darkness, there is no light.
If there is no war, there is no peace.
No pain and I can feel no pleasure.
Can the positive not exist without the negative?
Where there is a mother goose, there is father time.
For every action, there is a reaction.
There is no sharpness without dullness.
Where there is noise, there is silence.
Without faithlessness, there is no faith.
There is no blissful sense of touch without burning skin.
Without corruption, there is no pureness.
Sameness is unity, and uniqueness is discord.
Where there is no putrid stench of death, there is no sweet smell of life?
Why is it on the Eve of my creation, I see destruction?
When I see the countless stars, I see the void between.
Where there are no lies, there is no truth.
Is it truly all yin and yang?
Even so, I crave both of all this and want none of it.
Equilibrium of Delirium
Strolling alongside my casted shade,
the forlorn rememberings have stayed
in this far-flung antipode of a star-lit glade,
where the skin of my self was flayed.
Though the butcher vanquished,
I was doomed to wander
across plains where thought languished,
and utter chaos loomed yonder.
Yet there beneath a gnarled old Willow,
lay the Sandman’s very pillow.
So down, down below I ventured,
to the primal dark: ‘o ultimate solace,
where the mind cannot be censored,
and logic becomes weary and nauseous.
My mortal makings now dismembered.
The last of my humanity disemboweled.
Yet what I once was shall be remembered,
as I abandon the heresy I had vainly howled.
My thoughts now echo aloud
in abyssal depths of a timeless shroud.
Ever deeper into the depths I implored,
wavering over my early erected cenotaph,
while olive branches whispered the deplored,
and I could somehow not help but laugh.
And so my being went to and fro,
into realms as would the newborn doe.
Though in this murky orchard,
not even light permitted me to see,
and as my vision was further tortured,
I stumbled blindly into what I was to be.
With neither sword nor shield required,
the dweller on the threshold quivered
as I ended what he had conspired,
and into Truth was I delivered.
For my brittle bones are embellished
by gems which Kings have relished.
My muscle boiled and rose in steam,
precious organs torn at the seam,
and all the while ran a red stream,
as I basked in the sweet Void’s gleam.
Alas, the final vestiges now fade,
surviving only as dirt on the Sage’s rusted spade.
My withered feet now freely skipping
down a strangely familiar cobbled road,
while the thoughts of doubt slipping,
and a sense of serenity seems to forebode.
Downward once more goes the stone path,
as I climb into the canopy of a pale tree.
And as I leave behind all feelings of wrath,
I am given anew the ability to see.
Now here have I arrived,
though no mortal survived,
at last at the Divine Equilibrium
of this flawlessly Chaotic Delirium.
I
The former Minister said, "You are born out of the world,"
Not into it! Think of a flower, How is it born?
Myriads of marvelous blooms are born into the world
And we, humans, want to be sui generis, alone!
II
When you think of a wonderful waterfall, serene
Your (thyroid &) internal organs calibrate your fuel efficiently
By forsaking angry thoughts, envy ... you are naturally
Healing your body & mind, or slowing their decay
III
Loving Nature, thanking plant & animal as you say Grace
Much as Amerindians did before, during, after hunt & growth
So close were they (but without Jesus), sensing Spirit in all
Perhaps erring only in valuing Creation more than tribal foes
IV
So while I celebrate a natural life, tuned to the universe
I believe the words in Scripture (Romans 1)
Free-willed humans worship created things, idols made by us
Not the Creator, who gave all tribes rules to control NUMBER 1
V
In concluding this sermon of a poem, readers
I evoke a smile from you, about social distancing:
We have been practicing it for too long with Nature
When COVID19 returns humans to more "natural managing."
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equilibrium in the
raging gust of wind
defying it yet trying
not to squat, bend or
fidget, one must always
maintain composure, if the
wind tips the balance...timber!
Where you walk upon this path
Set between each moment of deliberation
The seconds in contestant; expound
In each grain of sand the footprint of your passing
Ire; it is on confounding thoughts, and speculation
Brings the sole of your feet, to naught
And you wondered, as you wandered, between the fences and boundaries
Who set those gates, those barriers, you always seek to pass
Did you extol them in electric fingertips
Say you should quiver so ecstatic on the burdens of their sensual-ness
Or did you, in your harness of dreams, speak with them
A language of succinct soul and tempo esoteric
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I am ground to dust, by joy
And between the mill stones of hate and love
Should I find the grist to give me an anchor
On which terminology should I cling to dust in dust
Do you know the passion behind your lips
As it trembles within their million cells
While processed in aching poignancy; transcribes
To your in drawn breath, at the speed of light
It is a searing moment, etched, upon your soul
As from it, to you and through, you; it flows
And every ounce of it’s consequence
You could not write, though it take a billion years
To describe the word, you felt
Where you walk upon this path
Set between each moment of deliberation
The seconds in contestant; expound
In each grain of sand the footprint of your passing
And I am ground to dust, by joy
In the city of Libra
There goes an unfair leader
Forcing them to take sense-remover shoots
The people taking them everyday continuously
Anything that brings feelings must be destroyed
The law of the country, the unwill of the people
People…some people, who want to experience life
Who want to live it, not willing to die not knowing what love means
Not willing to fight without knowing the reason
Not willing to kill pleasant animals & take the life of other
There walks a man called Preston so strong so fast
He holds his double-weapon gun & shoots the people who resist
Resist, the law of the country
But so he had 2 sons & a wife who was combusted from the accusation of sense
& so he tried to stop the remover-shoots & try to experience life with feelings
& hide them behind his bathroom mirror, while his son would watch.
And living life as if another
He would help the resistance to fight for one another
& kill the one who makes the rules, makes the orders
While he would work, he would fall in love with another woman
Who will be combusted or fire-burned because of her will to feel, to love, to sense
But she would love the man who killed her lover of the crime of sense
& Preston would fight & win & she would burn & die
& the law of the country was over
LITHIUM EQUILIBRIUM
“All Apologies” to Kurt Cobain
this drug is decidedly an undeserving
song depicting a drug you avoid to obtain
logically-- wisely your ‘sanity’ preserving
People and places—intensely uninteresting
social withdrawal-- avoiding all feelings
bipolar depression is a flat hollow distancing
irritable, paranoid, humorless empty meanings
High is magnificent with shooting stars
certain your influence will captivate others
sensuality persistent –seduction a candy-bar
power, elation, financials lacking structure
Inevitably—ideas, actions swirl out of control
overwhelming confusion replaces reality—sanity
irritable and frightened, approaching another pole
as the madness successfully carves its own reality
Back to Lithium-- rotating on a matching planet
same pace as all the other boredom out there
the basis of rational thought— cold living granite
unable to tap into creativity, trapped but aware