contrast

All the dreadful drops of blood dripping from my lips To the ground trickle down till they flood with bliss Pouring on the floor no more can my eyes hold back The searing tears of fear ignored all those times I laughed A great disguise and ruse did prove to be my sordid smile Sadistically I’d flash my teeth hurting all the while Beat me, break me, oh forsake me destiny you win For I’m pained, stained in shame do see my bloody chin Every bit of wasted spit when I prayed for hope Tastes of shit and wickedness for now my heart is broke Masochistically I plea and beg for misery To take this time as now I pine for all eternity vs Golden beams, silver streams Candy coated kisses Shiny things in my dreams Reflections of my wishes Magic tricks with adjectives Sorcery and verbs Tis a gift to paint the lips With such blissful words In the light by the night Of the love we share Burning bright as I write Are thoughts of you so fair Visions of a wondrous love Daffodils and daisies Rolling hills and white wing doves Dot the sky like paisleys Love for art has Heaven’s heart As well as poetry For in her eyes are fireflies Whose sparks inspire me two modes of emoting. two poles. the first, innocent, tender, pastoral. the second dark, guillty, vulgar. both effective ways to paint images for the reader. technically both similar in form, meter, rhyme, length, structure. but this i feel is a good example of how creativity can be stretched across a spectrum. together these poems contrast each other so much they cause them both to stick out. seperately one is a giddy free loveing artist and the other a tormented, bitter artist. together it is the same man now seeming schizophrenic and disjointed. how can one heart feel such oppiste emotions. he who can still create when having to deal with a mood so out of his element, the giddy now tormented, and tormented feeling all of a sudden giddy...this man who can create in this uncomfortability is truly complex and sensitive to all feeling pain and love....this man so much more than he who is beautiful, creative but only themes, images of peace and innocence...so much more than that man dressed always in black, crying sadly and madly, that macbre, dark sinister man creative and comfortable in things abysmal.....this man's art is in contrast. he is cursed, stigmatized, nullified, silenced, deemed bi polar or schizoaffective by the masses, but his art transcends any emotion, situation, space, he is all things and nothing, never just one thing. eclectic. to be evrything you must encompass nothing. well rounded is this man. normal in more ways than the stable man who can only feel one way or the other, that is unstable to not know how the other feels, never understanding why the sad man cant see the daffodills and daises, white wing doves.....and the sad man who doesnt understand how the other doesnt see the pain and darkness that is overbearing and ever present in all things.... this overman, uber soul, is zarathrusta.....