Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Joy and pain.
If I call them equal,
I could get through.
Faith and doubt.
If I call them pressure,
I could watch the storm.
Belief and question.
If I call them allies,
I could have a weapon.
Sleep and wisdom.
If I call them opposites,
I could be wrong.

Dark and light
I could call them the same
and be sane
Or I could call on darkness and think I was right
Or I could call on the light be right two

I could be wrong
What have I got to lose
The words are our weapons

I could burn in hell for my sins
I could be redeemed to heaven

I don't know what it is


They shoot horses and burn heretics.

I am sure that when the flames got to my feet I would kiss any cross spit on the bible embrace any faith...............screw it I ramble again

You done it again.

That could not have been spontaneous like this bull shit here

You had to craft it, you must have spent hours

Just perfect, you have not wasted a word

I could be wrong.


shit nice work mnaz
thank you

All but faith, doubt, pressure and storm I understand.

Faith to weather the storm, perhaps. But doubt perplexes me. Faith is the pressure, I think, that keeps us moving forward.

Nice work. Contrast and similar, brilliant.

love lots
Deb.

More than one way to take these "triplets" (or whatever the snooty poem term is), I suppose.....

One person's faith is another's doubt.... call them different "pressures", and the resultant "wind" of conflict. If the paths crash head-on, the storm might destroy everything in its path. If faith and doubt could be "broadened", we might diffuse the collision, watch the storm instead of being "swept away".... (yeah, I know.... it's a stretch....)

"Belief and question. If I call them allies, I could have a weapon"....

Could apply to mercenaries, in the "negative" sense. Or it could be the power of awareness of different beliefs among my fellow humans.... diverse components of the universal, etc....

Anyways.... that's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Thanks Truckin' & Ann

i appreciate the non-concrete nature of "could" in this poem. i like the tension of juxtaposing different concepts and letting the response in itself be a matter of what i could do...not what i will do, should do, ought do, etc. beautiful tension; i'd like to watch those storms.

I sleepwalk in my wisdom and stumble so often.

If I stub my toe
will anyone know
it was simply
because I tried

I walk in wisdom like the night
and can't see a fucking thing.

Great write mnaz, you piqued a few words outta me and for good or for bad there they are.

Thanks for the read and the pique.