In The Swirling Cosmos

By Scary Halloween

Precision and Chaos

Yin and Yang

Healthy and Unhealthy

Hot and Cold

Evil and Good

Life and Death

Truth and Deceit

Is and Is Not

however you want to name it,

identify it,

exist as one thing

each is its fuel and exhaust.

My actions, my thoughts, my words,

even my posture and facial expressions

as mush as I don't want it

to be so, as much as I don't want

to be burdened by this,

possesses the power of both,

the power of dichotomy.

As we live we are dying

as I accept you I deny another/myself

as I deny you I accept another/myself.

It is the decisions we don't want

to make

that are the decisions

to make.

Yet, actions without decisions

although with potential for volatility

can be a solution. Volatility in of itself

can be a solution. But what remains?

And as I burn and exhaust

feed and eliminate my actions

this spiral of energy spreads out

swirling, combining and spiraling again

and against and within

all other living things.

There is no one path out

and no one path in.

Knowing this,

staying connected to this

listening, seeing, touching, hearing, smelling,

sensing this is

balance of human life.

Conscious of existence

choosing, deciding, accepting

is crucial everyday

every minute of that day.

Interaction and change is inevitable

but not always expected or understood

but that is where always the

struggle for balance performs.

Sharon. Thanks for the title change. 

The bomb the flood and the boy.

By Pretty Alice

It goes off in the chest no relief still

remaining. It is the feel of grip around

his heart. he stumbles

and trips from the start.

They will tell him the truth.

we have tried all of us. Here inside.

"you must return to the booth."

"you again must hide."

From the carnival barker

(with the quips from the words, the blades using

the power of the past to destroys lives)

so from outside he enters

with the barker's nod.

Protected. In the retro golden booth.

You know to face the velvet curtains because you

are odd.

So odd.

Why so odd? Why do

what you have done time and again?

He goes from his bed.

then his chair.

then to the place he fuels his head.

It is the mind the place from within.

He hears,

"Such a repetitive boy tinkering around with a dangerous toy."

Rushing, rolling, rising and exploding the voice speaks to him.

I will drown them all they will choke

and gasp to breathe no more.

so then I can open, so that I may be free

once more

outside the golden door.