Emotional Pendulum

I know a sadness, a grief, an emptiness. Many days I sit so empty and wonder "why." All the beauty and depth of life is drowned in anguish. And it is in that pit that I remember: the deeper I allow myself fall, the longer the climb back to the surface of sanity. The only thing that keeps me going is the pendulum effect of emotions. The further one swings in one direction, the higher you will counter-swing in the other. The periodic motion of emotion is constant, but certain situations can be shortened or lengthened by adjusting the amount of thread you allow yourself. If you are scared, you allow little lead, so the magnitude of the beat is shortened. If you are gung-ho and allow a great amount of slack, the displacement and beat will be far more reaching.

The gravity of any situation pulls you back from the extreme plateau upon which you dwell and completes the period. A beat becomes two. A pivot soon redirects your inertia and has you finding a new perimeter, but there is a restoring force that slows your swing into the opposite realm. If leaving a beat of pain behind, the slower the entrance into love’s beat once equilibrium is reached. The deeper the love becomes the more intense a pain if lost. The sadder a moment, the more joyful a satisfaction can become on the rebound. And so on…

To understand any emotion fully, one must also experience the opposite. 

Remember: The darker the night, the brighter the fire.

© July 31, 2013 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

NOTE: Through the physics of perpetual motion, one must experience both the positive and negative swing of the pendulum to maintain a proper balance. So, do not fear great pain, because great love is an equal beat away.

Daily ponderings

Intelligence is what you learn in a book. Wisdom is the sense in which you separate thought from emotion. Logic is the reasoning between intelligence and wisdom. ~ 2013 DBC

TO YOU

I have been consumed by solar flames
And frozen within the Plutonian realm
The winds of time have left their scars
And I embrace it all.

I have fallen into the pits of Helheim
And soared to the heights of Valhalla
Dined with the heroes of old
And I remember it all.

I have sat upon the summit of greatness
Walked through the valley of shadows deep
Lingered in the Forest of Fae
And I cherish it all.

I have juggled a thousand thoughts at once
Teetered upon a thin line of words
Dissected a single word to create anew
And I craft it all.

I have roamed the stone halls of a castle
Wander aimless in streets of sorrow
Wondered what it all was for
And I stoppered it all


I written a thousands words of love
Spoken and whispered them time and again
Burned with a passion of blinding fire
And I offer it all…

                              ...to you

© Nov 11, 2012 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

WHEN I FIRST SAW YOU

There is a force stronger than magic,
pulling me into the darkness of night.
The music beckons me to follow,
and enter a dream between the light.
The rhythm of the trance breathes,
essence of jasmine and rose oils.
Offering a hint of time forgotten,
caressing my weak and weary soul.
I try to fight the might of destiny,
and break the spell that binds.
Failing to comprehend the strings,
that guide my feet and hands.
No jinn bottle in the sand,
to hide within the folds of the day.
No destination on a flying carpet,
I am falling away from fate.
Then I see her in the distance,
swaying with the desert winds.
Now I know the power was love;
the heart is where this story begins.

© Dec 28, 2012 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

THE CROSSING

You are in my arms, yet not here
I feel your whispers caress my skin,
The sun above says you are not there,
the waxing moon agrees you are no sin.

Entranced I fall into a quiet rhythm
as time marches on and sets the beat
The elasticity of this moment reforms
moments remembered touch others forget.

The day submits to night, as I prepare
crossing the threshold to enter the fires.
I dream of your soft breath and kisses
engulfing me within my own desires.

You step from between the folds of dreams
and offer the dance of flame and wind.
As I move to become one with the rhythm
I forget where I end and you begin.

Forever is lost, yet trapped in a moment
each tear we offer, a lifetime past
The world as we knew it no longer exists
we’ve set aside humanity’s mask..

...and we dance.

© Jan  3, 2013 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

For my Muse, my Erato, my inspiration, my love...

8/5 of life

I’ve rolled the stone of Sisyphus
time and time again.
Tried to gather all the secrets
hidden in the wind.
Whispered words passed through the ages
left to lead us all:
“The hidden key to life is love;
every wall will fall.”

Painted beauty fades slow in time
seen by naked eye.
Within the spoken art of words
golden eggs reside.
Nature speaks through the wind and fires,
cleanses with the rain.
All that’s hidden will be revealed,
remnants from the pain.

I sold my soul then bought it back
genius to the trade.
Wandered through the deep night of day,
watched the darkness fade.
I then held a farthing candle
to the midnight sun.
Yet, all the madness of my world
never came undone.

And as my sun begins to set,
yours begins to rise.
The things I found within my world,
offered from your eyes.
The beauty of all creation,
begins with your smile.
Dreams that taunt my reality,
were you all the while.

© Feb 25, 2013 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic

to touch your soul

Touching your body sparks embers of lust.
Touching your heart fans the flames of love.
But touching your soul consumes with the raging fires of inspiration.

Every element of your existence
is engulfed in the passion of my craft.
I spill ink for days on end and watch
as the parchment burns with a mere touch of my quill.
Each page hold a lifetime of love.
Each drop of pigment
encompasses a story of its own.
Each moment; an eternity, contains.
All lost to the vacuous flames of life.

I quickly sweep the ash into my inkwell of genius/madness and continue.

Eternal thoughts drive mortal actions.
Far into the chaotic realm of madness.
Will it end?
Only when the perfect combination
of letters and words are found;
those that keep wax from melting,
poison from devouring,
and breath from fading.

The sighs of forgotten sounds
give birth to speaking with no words.
Those gently whispered harmonics
that gift you the immortality
of not just a singularity,
but an entire constellation.
You are heaven.

© May 25, 2013 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic
NOTE: words are my own,  photo is a random internet find.