Systematic

That

Nothing can be in balance

never maintain harmony-

All is; push and pull,

give and take,

more or less.

That

Life itself, in order

To Be,

swings

back and forth,

like Galileo’s cathedral lamp

from chaos to entropy-

you again. 

Rest and wake are processes

of changing states.

Death doesn't change.

Life is never the same.

That

even though two far-flung

pendulums find synchronicity,

two clocks seek divergence.

Both are counting 

on each other.

That

Truth is not always true,

what is left lying there

awaiting our grand

Discovery?

That 

it may be easier

To be

savages, cold-blooded

toward each other, 

hot under our collars, getting

callous without tools-raw, blistered

and running behind and away from

the greater risk of being

alone and afraid to touch

each other.

That 

This

Homeostasis must not be bliss

to the civilized, passionate man

That

Balances

Truth with Justice

ending up with a loss

for words.

Photo credit by Dietmar Rabich / Wikimedia Commons / “Grand Canyon (Arizona, USA), South Rim nahe Tusayan -- 2012 -- 5893” / CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons.

gains & drains & when it rains

If I had a grand

I'd call back that 

paralegal named Gabriel

and retain his professional services 

and following his advice, proceed to 

take out my hammer and

nail that lying selfish bastard to the wall.

He knows

most of the gist already.

It wouldn't take long to catch that Gabriel

up to date

nothing has changed.

He knew this would happen. 

I have waited impatiently.

I am working on this.

I want justice.

I want to feel it is fair for us two,

minus ethos and numerology.

Wrong or right 

redemption is truant. AWOL. 

-cognito err go some-

The Karma 

must have broken down 

in the median 

hazards on, hood up,

awaiting a ride on my back,

again. Help. A tow. 

I am Lost en route.

And although not generally a vindictive

Entity, myself, 

I'd really like to make 

it hurt, permanently.

I'd prefer to take more 

than that idiot has

left from his gambols and gains,

that would be a nice Rebate. 

At least a little freedom, breathing room

sometime somewhere soon...

I know space and air is expensive.

There is no room of my own,

I can only afford to share.

He is taking too much

for himself, 

except accepting 

any responsibility what-so-never.

It could be just me, broken 

without any money. 

If I had a grand 

I should want to take that Stanford class

instead of making such poor investments

with my free time. 

Yet we both know

grand ideas, worthless pennies,

are all I have thought

left.

Painting by Juan de Flandes [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

 

The value of a thoughtful penny

One.
Few to none will tell me
the ultimate futility
of poetry
although
I already know
how few
understand
(me).

Many people prefer a pretty penny
over poverty, and honestly, I see
and I confess, I do too-possess
a weakness for copper-colored
tokens of superfluous luck.

Wasting her life, living away-
not even a wife-
she has nothing to say
what is writing worth-anyway?

Stark raving mad
I was with an out-of-shape-will
ill-fit to my unforgiving form,
with my soul squeezing out
the loosely knit seams-
suicidal skill without
a word threaded to-gether

And whether given a choice
when you've known
what should you do
I ask this task
of justice too...

Two.
Just know it means nothing
of value
if one values no-thing
without copper coated
currency.


Image By Daniel Schwen (Own work) [Public domain or CC BY-SA 2.5 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.5)], via Wikimedia Commons.

Vice versa

Some people say
as the crow flies
to the point, to put it in a direct way
without circular lies

Some such phrases
do not translate
in juxtaposed places
that relate only to the date

Used for reference
time and setting
using inference
for aiding and abetting

By and by
hook and crook
we try and try
to avoid similarities look

Strange as it may sound
replacing new from the old
from Latin I have found
is really the same story told

Used to placate relate and abbreviate
temporal occurrences
another way to plainly state
'panem et circenses'

Things we need to live
laced in lovely distraction
so we can forgive
and forget any minor infraction

Of Justice laced with wheat
the generous goddess of grains Annona
who would never cheat
using her bountiful plains of flora and fauna

Bread and circuses, a tactic to please
what about the Futuere
it's simpler to just appease
with an act, circus, or some such affair

Part of the freakshow or third act
The ringmaster still rules
Bread and circuses from adage to fact
All of us once clowns graduating to fools

And two thousand years later
this archaic Latin term
is apropos even greater
as our society does affirm

You reap what you sow
When in Rome
as the saying does go
There's no place like home

Where two kinds of bribes work best
Games and aesthetics, beauties and the beast
Rule the roost, broody at best, squatting on my chest
For me, these loaves and lullabies sate and soothe me least.

"The human soul needs actual beauty more than bread."
-D.H. Lawerence

First image of painting by Alexander von Wagner (1838-1919), [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons. "In the Circus Maximus in Rome".

Second Photo Image By Carpenter (Sergeant), No 5 Army Film & Photographic Unit [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons. "Animals at War, 1945, Kiri and Many, circus elephants, help clear bomb damage during war in Hamburg".