Submissions by Duality
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Honestly, I consider myself more of a philosopher than a poet. However, I've never hesitated to embrace my bohemian roots, so call me what you wish as far as the arts go.
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th May 2017 1:09am
11th May 2017 1:09am
Scene 2: "From My Front Yard"
My life is in half bloom
you can see the colors of the open skies
but the day itself has not taken its shape and let me unfold
It's much more beautiful composed and stable,
but the point is to explode -
flow into intention and then dissipate
I adore what I cannot see, the seed of philosophy which I live by,
one I grew from and then abandoned, hidden in
the sweet nurturing nothings of my aspirations
The living panicked and the dying calm, I simply respire
as creating good-natured self from life is my specialty ...
you can see the colors of the open skies
but the day itself has not taken its shape and let me unfold
It's much more beautiful composed and stable,
but the point is to explode -
flow into intention and then dissipate
I adore what I cannot see, the seed of philosophy which I live by,
one I grew from and then abandoned, hidden in
the sweet nurturing nothings of my aspirations
The living panicked and the dying calm, I simply respire
as creating good-natured self from life is my specialty ...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Jan 2017 5:39am
11th Jan 2017 5:39am
Armistice
The time will come
when the Sun forgets to rise and fall
all the seeds planted forget to take root,
and we forget to wear away like nature intended...
the Earth runs out of wind
to blow the death off the fresh and living ground,
our cries will not pass through the still air
and the sky above us swells
with each and every rain drop a storm could muster
but simply tames itself instead
There will be a day
when shadows take their own forms
the fault lines refuse to hold
and the animals begin to starve themselves
when each and...
when the Sun forgets to rise and fall
all the seeds planted forget to take root,
and we forget to wear away like nature intended...
the Earth runs out of wind
to blow the death off the fresh and living ground,
our cries will not pass through the still air
and the sky above us swells
with each and every rain drop a storm could muster
but simply tames itself instead
There will be a day
when shadows take their own forms
the fault lines refuse to hold
and the animals begin to starve themselves
when each and...
#motivational
#humankind
#apocalypse #CallToAction
#apocalypse #CallToAction
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LOVE POEM
Published
24th Sep 2016 6:32am
24th Sep 2016 6:32am
Parts
Hair looks nice on your head
Fingers look nice on your hands
I enjoy the way your arms have shoulders
and I appreciate the parts they came with
I love the way your hips move
When your legs are stuck to them
and how perfectly your two feet keep you on the ground
I like how your lips come in twos
and your nose fits simply
like a puzzle piece between those eyes
that have me swoon at an easy glance
because I know they can only belong
with the rest of that precious face of yours
I bask in the thought of you ...
Fingers look nice on your hands
I enjoy the way your arms have shoulders
and I appreciate the parts they came with
I love the way your hips move
When your legs are stuck to them
and how perfectly your two feet keep you on the ground
I like how your lips come in twos
and your nose fits simply
like a puzzle piece between those eyes
that have me swoon at an easy glance
because I know they can only belong
with the rest of that precious face of yours
I bask in the thought of you ...
974 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
8th Feb 2016 1:56pm
8th Feb 2016 1:56pm
The Great Blue Beyond
A fish
The ocean wrought me, a vessel to enchant its endless mysteries
I live a life as the most beautiful, the most outlandish of puppets
Every push-to-shove, pull-to-yank of the tides,
a string in the gracefully iridescent shadow of the great blue beyond,
I to be torn astray, ashore, alight
A fish I am, a child I mock
I am caressed by the cerulean womb that has encased me so
The world, my four gradient walls of sand, rubble, and careful strife do contain
Grandiose and effacing, discrete and discerning, oh my vanity, my keeper,
Every swim, a...
The ocean wrought me, a vessel to enchant its endless mysteries
I live a life as the most beautiful, the most outlandish of puppets
Every push-to-shove, pull-to-yank of the tides,
a string in the gracefully iridescent shadow of the great blue beyond,
I to be torn astray, ashore, alight
A fish I am, a child I mock
I am caressed by the cerulean womb that has encased me so
The world, my four gradient walls of sand, rubble, and careful strife do contain
Grandiose and effacing, discrete and discerning, oh my vanity, my keeper,
Every swim, a...
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2 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
20th Jan 2016 6:00am
20th Jan 2016 6:00am
Scene 1: The End of Today (Spiteful Skies)
Ah, snow. Such a beautiful thing.
Isn't it?
I watch the people sprinkle into the dazed, messy, incidental world
Sparsely, patiently, without sentiment
except for to the common end of the school day,
the hypnotic awe, almost ad nausea, of the opulent, frozen air
and snow from the great beyond...
And I, myself, am simply anxious for who I might find to remind me of the spiteful skies from which we so indulge in the warnings of.
Instead of the hustle and bustle of departure, I pursued a trade.
Perhaps I may simply absorb the silent, palpable chaos of the...
Isn't it?
I watch the people sprinkle into the dazed, messy, incidental world
Sparsely, patiently, without sentiment
except for to the common end of the school day,
the hypnotic awe, almost ad nausea, of the opulent, frozen air
and snow from the great beyond...
And I, myself, am simply anxious for who I might find to remind me of the spiteful skies from which we so indulge in the warnings of.
Instead of the hustle and bustle of departure, I pursued a trade.
Perhaps I may simply absorb the silent, palpable chaos of the...
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LOVE POEM
Published
7th Jan 2016 8:12am
7th Jan 2016 8:12am
Tragedy
Let’s play pretend
Let’s play, depend,
Make-believe, monkey see,
Monkey do, just us two
And the world will be clueless to creation at its finest
Act one:
You will be the spider
And I will be the web.
Oh, what a craft you have for the bumbling, the imprudent
How impartial I am to you, that where I am, you were, always
With detail and choice, you weave finesse with every fiber of purpose
And the spider will be a creature of webs, but forever a single web be of the spider.
What a show, what a show, what compliant...
Let’s play, depend,
Make-believe, monkey see,
Monkey do, just us two
And the world will be clueless to creation at its finest
Act one:
You will be the spider
And I will be the web.
Oh, what a craft you have for the bumbling, the imprudent
How impartial I am to you, that where I am, you were, always
With detail and choice, you weave finesse with every fiber of purpose
And the spider will be a creature of webs, but forever a single web be of the spider.
What a show, what a show, what compliant...
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1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
13th Nov 2015 1:39am
13th Nov 2015 1:39am
Our Yesterdays Lengthen Like Shadows
Shadow, oh shadow…
Our time’s so coy;
Congruence in mind.
We are stones in water
As ripples
Keep
Time
And you, my keepsake,
I’ve forged you from strife
In and out of sorrow,
Sweet morrow’s song
It sings
I tell you yesterday is where I belong
With memories of peace
And amatory pleads
Oh, These thoughts you will incite!
Tell me, darling,
Was it me that made you smile, darling?
Lovers bloom today
So that passing by with such dismay,
(Simper if you may)
Apropos delay,
(Where my passions...
Our time’s so coy;
Congruence in mind.
We are stones in water
As ripples
Keep
Time
And you, my keepsake,
I’ve forged you from strife
In and out of sorrow,
Sweet morrow’s song
It sings
I tell you yesterday is where I belong
With memories of peace
And amatory pleads
Oh, These thoughts you will incite!
Tell me, darling,
Was it me that made you smile, darling?
Lovers bloom today
So that passing by with such dismay,
(Simper if you may)
Apropos delay,
(Where my passions...
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2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd May 2015 5:26am
2nd May 2015 5:26am
Bright Ideas
The sky looks like a watercolor painting
Picturesque and in place but that's cause I see time fading
We say the sun moves but that's our faulty perception
Goals just like horizons cause that's what i'm settin'
It comes and goes like stars across the endless skies
slowly and surely the life of the party is our demise
But you know it comes around every now and then
Just a bright idea, shed some light on the situation again
Picturesque and in place but that's cause I see time fading
We say the sun moves but that's our faulty perception
Goals just like horizons cause that's what i'm settin'
It comes and goes like stars across the endless skies
slowly and surely the life of the party is our demise
But you know it comes around every now and then
Just a bright idea, shed some light on the situation again
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
1st May 2015 1:59pm
1st May 2015 1:59pm
Clam
Tears like pearls cascade into my palms
Clamoring riches of emptiness calms
A piercing cry of moonlight bleeds the air
The morning scars guide me through glimmering despair
A maudlin fool, anxious and mislead
sitting on reality like an ocean bed
holds pearls like a child of doubt forevermore
coming and going in waves, proposals washed ashore
Clamoring riches of emptiness calms
A piercing cry of moonlight bleeds the air
The morning scars guide me through glimmering despair
A maudlin fool, anxious and mislead
sitting on reality like an ocean bed
holds pearls like a child of doubt forevermore
coming and going in waves, proposals washed ashore
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st May 2015 12:18pm
1st May 2015 12:18pm
Clouds and Cars
I take the city streets like Clouds to sky
Ungodly perishing I bring myself
Never beginning but still passing by
Relapse of conscience dictates idyll health
My shame derides better things on my path
So this I speak and so it will become
For now I only dream on my behalf
Of satisfaction logic has undone
I’m maddened; rays of sunlight mock my range
A rampant joy among the cars all stalled
In idle pleasantry, the sky cloud-stained
Like motive and purpose both so appalled
Rain’s failure in reprise must be conquest
For clearing traffic fearing...
Ungodly perishing I bring myself
Never beginning but still passing by
Relapse of conscience dictates idyll health
My shame derides better things on my path
So this I speak and so it will become
For now I only dream on my behalf
Of satisfaction logic has undone
I’m maddened; rays of sunlight mock my range
A rampant joy among the cars all stalled
In idle pleasantry, the sky cloud-stained
Like motive and purpose both so appalled
Rain’s failure in reprise must be conquest
For clearing traffic fearing...
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SELF POEM
Published
1st May 2015 5:40am
1st May 2015 5:40am
Better
Maybe it's better that I don't make sense...
I'll die to see the truth and nothing else.
Something just shy of which I would repent -
A feeling drawn like blood in better health.
Confined and better off, I rot my bones
In vain, I tell myself, so it feels right
An urgent ending, these days I condone.
It ponders me why night skies aren't as white
as deathbeds and the sheets they firmly grasp
like arms from God or something more worthwhile.
My hand in hands, I feel myself collapse.
A tear on each lip, such a bilious file
It's...
I'll die to see the truth and nothing else.
Something just shy of which I would repent -
A feeling drawn like blood in better health.
Confined and better off, I rot my bones
In vain, I tell myself, so it feels right
An urgent ending, these days I condone.
It ponders me why night skies aren't as white
as deathbeds and the sheets they firmly grasp
like arms from God or something more worthwhile.
My hand in hands, I feel myself collapse.
A tear on each lip, such a bilious file
It's...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Apr 2015 1:36am
27th Apr 2015 1:36am
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Although arcane, I’ll apprehend the archaic:
It’s among my most articulate alphabetic arrangements
You could augur I’m ascending arbitrarily, with adroitness from A to Z,
It’s an affluently abstract attraction, alluding to my allegory.
To Begin, let’s go back to the basics - B.C.: before communication
Backed up by the bar none barbaric babble of boasting brawn over brains and
Believe it or not, belying both burdens, them being bombastic and brittle,
My brethren, buried, and banal, I believe, are not to be so belittled
Because on collective...
It’s among my most articulate alphabetic arrangements
You could augur I’m ascending arbitrarily, with adroitness from A to Z,
It’s an affluently abstract attraction, alluding to my allegory.
To Begin, let’s go back to the basics - B.C.: before communication
Backed up by the bar none barbaric babble of boasting brawn over brains and
Believe it or not, belying both burdens, them being bombastic and brittle,
My brethren, buried, and banal, I believe, are not to be so belittled
Because on collective...
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