Duality Poems
Tethered: Without Rhyme
by Aditi Hayaran
And then I said I don't like fantasy.
It feels like comfort, but no—
It's not true, it can never be...
So realism is where I live,
the bitter truth like black coffee,
over the candy of imagination.
Maybe I don't hate sweets; I'm just too scared.
Too scared that it results in an aversion to the reality I exist in.
......
Prototype Rite
by Brandon Rodulfo
Prototype
Born in ruin, simply to be discarded,
Oh what a beautiful sight.
Ubiquitous eyes regarded,
In hell do thine eye trust.
A single stroke on a canvas, is hardly recognized,
Oh, a portrait of an era’s recorded beauty in thy sight.
Man's might slay lions, release thieves.
Carried around in rhythmic sounds.
The prototype, is resigned, to night, as
......
Ying Yang
by Gus Krueger
Swimming in cold rivers with friends
Taking hot showers to feel better
Exhausted staying up late with the people close to me
Uneasy about new experiences ahead of me
Balance.
I’m cold when alone
I’m hot with a fever
I’m exhausted washing down adderall with nyquil
I’m uneasy about the unknown balance of feeling alone
Glimpse of Actuality
by J R
In a small room, in the afternoon, as you close the door.
An open window, casts its bright vibrant shadows, onto the soft carpeted floor.
In the plight, of the night, As you stroll the streets of New Paltz.
A small Bombay cat, shines its blackened furry silhouette, onto the stark smothered asphalt.
You take for granted the complexity, of the objective subjectivity, You beg and plead, that you need, more due to its simplicity.
The beauty of duality, though an illusion it is truly. Open your eyes, pray the divine, take mercy on ur piety.
Womb of TwinFlame Beginning
by Ghairo Daniels
WOMB OF TWINFLAME BEGINNING
In delicious Womb of all beginnings
we learnt to giggle electrons
to bear all things
without nusturtiums, pink lilies or doughnuts
warm gurglings of God’s dream for us
Morning glories were waiting
......
Tethered: Without Rhyme
by Aditi Hayaran
And then I said I don't like fantasy.
It feels like comfort, but no—
It's not true, it can never be...
So realism is where I live,
the bitter truth like black coffee,
over the candy of imagination.
Maybe I don't hate sweets; I'm just too scared.
Too scared that it results in an aversion to the reality I exist in.
......
Prototype Rite
by Brandon Rodulfo
Prototype
Born in ruin, simply to be discarded,
Oh what a beautiful sight.
Ubiquitous eyes regarded,
In hell do thine eye trust.
A single stroke on a canvas, is hardly recognized,
Oh, a portrait of an era’s recorded beauty in thy sight.
Man's might slay lions, release thieves.
Carried around in rhythmic sounds.
The prototype, is resigned, to night, as
......
Womb of TwinFlame Beginning
by Ghairo Daniels
WOMB OF TWINFLAME BEGINNING
In delicious Womb of all beginnings
we learnt to giggle electrons
to bear all things
without nusturtiums, pink lilies or doughnuts
warm gurglings of God’s dream for us
Morning glories were waiting
......
Juxtapositions of Soul
by Ghairo Daniels
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
......
Where No Illusions Dwell
by Ghairo Daniels
WHERE NO ILLUSIONS DWELL
My Heart pours out remnants
of nothingness as I create in
form from Universes unknown
Union becomes Duality
a dash between birth and death
then disappears back
to Source from whence it
sprung
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