Psyche Dancing For Adepts

Illness, psychosis, and trauma

Perfectly juggled with masterful precision

In such a delicate balance

The endeavor of a lifetime

Is required to maintain.

At any cost it must be;

The slightest disturbance could upset,

Unleashing a therapy session’s worth of stress

Upon any unsuspecting victim

Unfortunate enough to present.

Caution is a necessity.

Every potential interaction is a threat

That could jeopardize this balance.

Teetering on the brink of collapse

Leaves little room for distraction.

Careful bursts of madness,

As in the chaotic illogical products

Of a strained and imprisoned mind,

Must be regularly expressed

Within these constraints.

Fatigue, loneliness, and irritability,

Exacerbated symptoms from all sources

With little but solitude, reflection,

And continual effort

As a reward.

With luck and practice,

One may survive long enough

In such a fragile and frigid state

To become numb or indifferent,

Or maybe self-aware.

In one form or another

This precarious dance must inevitably end.

Whether stumbling to ruin, wearing out entirely,

Or relinquishing enough

To transcend.

 

Dissecting Power

 

Abuse and authority

Always amplify each other.

How can one life

Ascend over others

Without war?

A body exists

As a volitile reaction.

The subconscious seeks balance

While the organism

Breathes and bleeds.

Fish eat fish,

Wolves eat sheep,

Humans eat everything.

We all know this,

But we’re always hungry,

Always volitile,

And alive.

Momentum is everything,

Ride it or die.

Truth and justice are ideas,

Believe or set them loose.

Choices are an action,

Reactions are inevitable,

Power responds to power,

Or else slowly falls away.

Abuse and authority

Always amplify each other.

Balance and/or power,

Which is more free?