Duality Poems
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
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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
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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.
My Love Is To Kill
by Ilya Fkari
I love…
I love to live, and I love to kill.
My nature is to steal the essence of the will.
To see you fade into the picture,
to have you captured in the frame.
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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.
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Paleo Polarity
by Ghairo Daniels
hands rapturously slashing satori, bang !
light droplets filter down, bats brushing skin
to fly knowingly low, then water gushed
through cracks, bring —
snakes, spiders, scorpions across our toes
stones spoke in singular sighs as
golden orb set in whirlwinds high
velvet night descends, opposites attract
poles swing — >
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There in the Mirror
by Iris Joye
There in the mirror,
I am told is a horror,
Unlike any other,
I don't want to see.
There is a terror,
It gives me a smile,
All red and defile,
It beckons me.
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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
......
