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Diametrically Opposed

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TheseKrimzonFlames

Published: May 21, 2010

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Peace,
Is often gained only,
By denying that which one loves
It is a contradiction in terms,
Of that which is life

When one is:

SpinningSpirallingOutOfControl

InACycloneOfEmotionThatRagesUnchecked

One can only rise,
By falling

Choices,
Feel inflicted,
Rather than chosen

Tempted, seduced,
We lie awake,
As precious sleep eludes

BurningAndYearningAlwaysLearningMore

About who we are,
And who we might one day

Be

Emotion and logic battle,
To see which one will remain

Supreme

The impasse leaves us glaring,
At our fables of self-reliance

As we soundlessly scream

Balance, somehow,
Must be achieved

But oddly enough,
For one to find balance,
They first must:

BelieveThatTheyCan

And let go

And swing

jlp May 21, 2010

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