Tacopro Poetry (2)

A fine mess to wake up to would be the struggle within created by waking up.

  Like the introduction of two opposing forces of energy, as such to bring about a violent chemical reaction, a ground shaking and window shattering explosion, or the storm of the century. Perhaps even a new concept of the big bang theory.
Emotions are very powerful indeed, because emotions are indeed energy & all energy can be harnessed to then channel it to power a constructive & productive process or purpose. Stupendous was the  sanity stretching strive to contain and bring to medium, and harness the power of the energy resulting from the union of  a pair of unlike forces to fuel my temple in manner such that of a nuclear reactor. By distraction of question, my attention taken, confidence shaken. Would I ever find for my mind such a harness capable of withstanding the power of the energy? Harmony that is the place of balance between tranquility & hostility, would there even exist that ability? Standing at the mirror, sensing meltdown growing nearer , a thought occurred to me, the click was abrupt as I looked up. Seeing into my own eyes is when I came to realize, Not at all in farness needed I seek that harness. In fact only if who I am myself would I embrace, I have not need to go no place. Rather than my place in life do I berate it, that harness,Eureka, only I can create it.
  Within my temple I now sit, mesmerized by the hum of that energy flowing through the installed channels of it's harness, having a smoke as I ponder the birthing clash of the energy and realize what it was. A simple counter reaction that inevitably results from an action. Natural law that leaves always a mere choice of how we deal with it all. Not prediction is it that all things are accompanied by contradiction. Freedom in the waking to the fact that I am the high flying  unstoppable, unbreakable, and supreme ruler of my temple & my universe that yet...in it confined as it feels so empty and defeated,now the social outcast left behind.
Does true rest ever return after truly awakening?

She is the half lacking,she's all I am not.
My counterpart, equal yet,opposite.
She provides my very meaning, defines me.
Purpose of my pride, architect of my smile,
prelude to my pain.
Shes a seed to inspire me to aspire in hunger
so I heed my need to feed, tasty indeed.
Mystical, majestic, she is beautiful,
she is the balance, imagination abuzz.
She is the heart pounding,
pulse racing buzz night & day .
She's my most dangerous drug,
as most assuredly,
she certainly takes my breath away.......

.......Fortunate one is to beat the soul crushing effects of withdrawal.......