The Dichotomy of Life

The dichotomy of man

The dichotomy of life

A concoction of lust and love

A shot of yearning and infatuation.

Enduring competing forces.

Placing in its proper place. 

The dichotomy of a man

The dichotomy of life

In two places at once.

Stressed by separate emotions. 

Dual thoughts in a constant duel.

Harmony's now divided.

The dichotomy of a man.

The dichotomy of life 

Entrenched in what is.

Haunted by what could've been.

Pursuing a destination.

Interrupted by temptation.

Distance makes the heart grow fonder.

Time makes you wonder.

Two sides of a coin...

Symptoms of a double life

The dichotomy of man

The dichotomy of life 

The Return

Alone in an empty room
Thinking of all I’ve been through
Had endless fears
Shed countless tears
Of the journey I’ve traveled.

Looking around
Listening to the rhythm of no sound
Questioning what went wrong,
What caused the mourn
Of a life now torn.

Exhaling in exhaustion
Inhaling with motivation
Planning my next steps
Mapping the stages
Of my return

Return to life
Wholly to me, my family...
My kid, my wife.
Feel complete again,
Really live again.

Fire&Ice

Fire and ice
The dichotomy of her condition.....
Identified but no identity
Noticed and simultaneously ignored...
Coming and going
Ebbing and flowing
Along the tides.

Competing forces
Of expectations and reality..
Results of not knowing the costs
Coupled with letting others set her price,
Knowing her 'inside'
Only caring about her outside.

Swimming but sinking.
Smiles covering the crying.
Chasing but standing stagnant.
Respect evaporated
With a scarlet letter.
Forever tainted....
Fire and ice.

Baggage

Check - in or carry-on
Is the baggage carried?
Protecting,
Guarding
Against love's ugly byproducts.

"I'm not them"
Is the common refrain
Of each new occurrence,
Creating a rebirthed confidence
Of a new beginning
Only to see the same ending.

Frustration's a constant fixture.
Confusion clouds the future.
Called damaged goods.
Only carrying the grief
Of the love's grind.

Intuitions of the Heart

A premonition
Or my heart's intuition
Senses uncertainty...
In need of clarity.

Searching suspiciously
Worried immensely
Of a known unknown
That may never be found

Reality or paranoia?
It must be answered.
By words spoken
Can't decipher the silence.

My heart is longing
Actually wanting
For the source of this condition:
A premonition...
My heart's intuition

Make up

Dangerous mix of passion and rage
Chasing a shot, a simple taste
That produces a release
Of the madness, sadness
Consummated in the midst.

A vicious concoction
That's inviting, enticing.
It draws magnetically...
Otherworldly pleasing.
Alleviating this cloud of confusion
Losing all control.

I Wonder

It's now a pretense
What's once near is now distant
Communication non-existent.
It's all an emotional wreck
I wonder did we forget

Laughing has lost its luster
Keeping silent..feelings buried under
Days are now numbered
In the midst of this unsavory mess
I wonder did we forget

Maybe should've pressed paused..
Are we still together just 'cause
Cycling in a perpetual lull
I think it's over...I must confess
I wonder did we forget...

To...say...goodbye