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Friday, November 11, 2011

Balance

Her sound is quiet, her light is dark
Her good and bad tear her apart


Her cries are pointless, her deeds don’t count Happiness and sadness fill her heart


Her charms are wasted
Her destiny unsure
Her same old – changes
Her sharp vision is a blur


She’s competent
She knows not what to do
She is ordinary, if only that were true


Her sentimental gestures are her quaint disturbances
Her plaintiff is her defendant in strange acquaintances


Her various resentments and her everlasting love
Her practical adventures of a world that's not enough
Flawless contradictions
keys are black and white
self controlled addictions
devastation
love

A Beethoven sonata under a chiffon candlelight
a crystal clear chandelier in her filthy, run down atelier
a taste of a sweet blueberry in the summer or an apple in the fall
ice cold snowball winter fight
a spring dance or a ball
just another day

my anniversary
I’m a realist
I’m dreaming
I’m whispering
I’m screaming
Inside the mirror it is me

I’m everywhere, but I'm not here
I’m a butterfly, drowning in a desert sea

I'm free at last
a honey bee






Cacooned in my deep emotions, poisoned by a healing potion
I'm gullible, yet clever
I’m forever
I am never
I am Belzebub

I’m God
I’m a baby
I am old
I’m hot tempered
I am cold
In my promiscuous abstinence and my intelligent ignorance

is my incoherent perfect sense


It’s madness, all around me, above and below
Inside me is a perfect glow
I’m a red giant
Absolutely! 

No, it isn't true
I am certain that I have no clue
I'm not too much of anything, but 
I am one with everything
I’m often wrong and sometimes right
I’m an early morning sweet good night
My present absence is white as night

I lied, it's not, I’m dark as light
I’m a head of my time, but overdue
Hence, this, with Love, I ask of you: Can you say name?


I am not your master, not your slave
I’m very different, but the same
I’m stuck in between black and white
I’m not completely day or night
I can kill a person, 
save the world
I have no value, but I'm worth more than gold
I am earth, fire, water, air
Too afraid to try
I dare
I’m generous, but I never share
I’m alpha

I am omega
I’m polluted, but I'm pure, fragile and unbreakable
Undecided, I am sure

I am the biggest mystery - exactly who I seem to be.
I’m not a dog
I’m not a frog
:)
Balance is my name!