Paradox

Turn my palms upward
and wonder
To put things together
or tear asunder
This body that drifts
from darkness and light
Filled with beauty
and chaos and spite
This mouth that spews
both love and hate
These hands to murder
and create
This head full of genius
yet so lazy
One step away from
utterly crazy
These arms to hold
and suffocate
The ability to build
and then to break
To draw blood and
revel in lust
To be paranoid
and yet to trust
To smile and hide
a bitter feeling
Made for death
and pain and healing
The law of inversions
A balancing act
Greater to white
Greater to black
Heart beats for love
and hard as stone
Desperate for connection
longs to be alone
Longing to share
an intimate feeling
Yet afraid of being
too revealing
Bodies made
to procreate
Bodies that assault
and rape
These eyes to see
yet so blind
The suffering
refuse to find
A living fractal
Broken, repeating
Progressing forward
And receding
Voices cry freedom
minds molded to follow
Searching for joy
and yet causing sorrow
These feet to walk and then
kick down
This face to smile and cry
and frown
These ears to hear and
then ignore
To pray for peace and
call to war
A killer and
a lover all
Putting up and then
destroying walls
Spit in God’s face
and then cry for him
Baptized in grace
yet living in sin
This mind to split atoms
and cure disease
Destruction and salvation
both conceived
A tongue to praise
and then it mocks
A person who acts
a person who talks
To slay the giant
a sling full of rocks
A conflict
A contradiction
A paradox