The second somebody dies somebody else is born
People are celebrating while other people mourn
Home may be home to you but to me it's foreign
Even the matador don't pull the bull by the horns
One man's enemy is another man's friend
One man's poisons is another man's medicine
So let us stand, let us sit and let us view
The changing of the guard oh it's so hard to keep it true
It's the balance of the scales it can't be challenged or expelled
Soon as somebody lost somebody else prevails
Some someone is quiet at the same time someone yells
Half full or half empty water in the well
It's the Half and Half Hypothesis the 50/50 theory
Eerie as it may seem check your balance beam
It's the Half and Half Hypothesis the 50/50 theory
Eerie as it may seem check your balance beam
Now check your Balance Beamer with a feather and a rock
Wheath or not you find the answer is really not the plot
See it's like Love and Hate (love...and hate)
The same emotion different weight
People Love to Hate so I know you know just how this all relates
It's the posa and the nega tive
Mini and mega live
Arm a leg a leg an arm headed by a nigga
Like big and small
Short and tall
Night and day and so on
Some people are bashfull
Some people just love to get their flow on (they flow on)
So here goes one to grow on
I'm a go on and on and on till the principles are laid out
The scales of justice weighed out
Till your memory starts to fade out and your game of life is played out
Got to balance out the power don't we?
Balance your emotions
Push and pull positions like the moon pulls on the ocean
Balance on one foot that's equilibrium
Opposites attract and retract that's a fact
I'm a Libra y'all!
180 degrees but not that hot
So whether or not you find the answer is really not the plot (really not the plot)
Because giving is recieving (and) and seeing is believing (and)
And the solar system rotes so harmonious and even
It's perfectly balanced
Some people say life is about taking chances choices and decisions
Voices and opinions, politics and religion
Clues the past and cash and keys to the future
It's a possibility and probability on who's gonna execute yo ass
Some slow and analytical
Some quick fast on the dash
Like heads or tails but the head usually leads the tail
So I tell my tales from the head
Cause they're embedded inside my cells
Real quick let me tell you about a fact I know things will even out
You can disbelieve or doubt or even shout or leave it in your mouth
Cause how you gone reason wit grand Mother Nature
Running mother Earth controlled by Father Time who's the chaser
It's living and dying homey
Laughing and crying dude
Trying or lying my brother
Walking or flying fool
Now half of you are gone find the time to shine
The other half gone find crime, money weed wine
Till it's too late in a disillusion state of mind
I just found my peace of mind
Now they want a piece of mine
Too late in a disillusion of mind
The orthodox is the unorthodox they just got you on the names
The insane and the sane are the same
It's a damn shame so many people's aim is so lame
And their gain is so minimal
Caught up in the subliminal
It's pleasure and pain, water for the flames, the wild and the tame
The style still remains if you use the right side of your brain
Instead of going against the grain
You can penetrate the vein to the point where what remains is a stain
Of this universal thang
That we call Balance, Balance, Balance..
3.10.2004
it's a neat thing...sitting on the subway, looking out at manhattan's skyline as i leave and enter brooklyn...the city is so grand and illuminating at that distance, yet so comforting and inviting at its core. and i wonder why moments of profundity (or so they seem) always occur when there is no pen or paper readily available. that's always how it is huh..."ambition gets in the way of expression"...when you sit down to actually write...or even to just process...
closure doesn't always come in the form you want or expect it to. sometimes it's a subtler, yet deeper closure that leads to possibility, rather than a definitive clarity. really, who can say they have such clarity at this age? life is about the experience and figuring out your unique way through it. so, to regret or want to turn back the hands of time are but constricting wishes. doubting and questioning are such an essential part of the full circle of interconnectivity...
sometimes i wish i had had that objective lens to see the broader picture...but that would have replaced the raw joy and pain and self-progresson. i guess getting personal with yourself can often be the harshest reality check.
the one good thing about losing your spirit....is finding it again, and renewing that strength and fervor for life as you never have before. one of the single greatest challenges for a woman these days...is balance. balancing ambition, grace, style, responsibility, love, aesthetics, intellect, spirit, confidence, ideals, etc. --getting burnt out and tired is inevitable.--as of late, i've been really empowered by the words and thoughts of friends, family, nature, amazing authors, and my own voice and substance...learning that energy is really so amorphous. that seemingly negative energy needs only to be recognized and then manipulated to become a positive force and ally. but of course, you can't always make your heart listen to your mind...and so it follows that those moments of invincibility and defeat are part of the same process...a process leading to greater emotional intelligence...as a truly independent woman.
and while all this may sound so intangible, i've come to see that its needed...for me, at least. perhaps its a type of rationalization...whatever it is, its a combative tactic, if you will, in times of imbalance. its a nagging little voice during those irrational splurges of emotion, that keeps telling me that this current ain't taking me under any time soon.
...all in all, i'm beginning to create my own reality, rather than letting reality create me...
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