Repeating patterns, but none of them quite fit
As you come out to play again, with your latest trick
Away fooling all the others, then you are out fooling me
Keeping your options open, why will others not see
A door that never quite closes; always remains ajar
A light that always remains lit; no matter how far you are
Whispered words to beguile me, I am such a fool
Looking into the mirror, thinking you look so cool
With so many players in the game, just who am I talking too
But you still pull me; because you’re such a strange brew
Your puppet on a string, except the strings are now all broke
And I am running away; because now I have become awoke
Inside you really hate me, because I can see, and feel it all
But still left standing and thinking just how you have the gall
Now we’re left repeating patterns; security or in your mind lack
Either way we’re just going around in circles, no coming back
I continue to watch this story; I have a need to know how it ends
To understand all of its knowledge, and the message it all sends
Then when born into another life-time, I will know the score
And then I will see, just what mask it is for me that you wore
The light is on so now dance!
No more living life in a nanby-pamby trance.
You’re eighteen now boy no more.
Man now you are, forget all those ‘lessons’ from before.
Men are men and know the score.
They’re there for you take galore!
Stand up straight and be a lad!
Pints and shots must now be had!
The wild in you now must be fed.
Then tamed your wild will be until you’re dead!
The world is cold, the world is weird.
You’re nothing until you’ve bed a score or more and proved your ‘hood’!
So this is what it is to be?
Remember success is who you know not who you be!
The loner types think too much and try to feel.
They look at life and try to find the quiet deal.
A thoughtful appreciation is frowned upon. Stag nights and strippers in Marbella is where you belong?
Walk your path, find your way.
If materialistic proof and money is your ‘hey’. I’m sure that life will treat your days and years in this superficial, unreflective, simplistic way.
Can anyone follow the news anymore?
during Euro 2024,
after the UK elections,
when I want to know the latest selections,
In Gareth Southgate’s team,
In Sir Keir Starmer’s team,
with everyone analysing, prophesying,
what this or that might mean.
Even if we heard those songs before,
all the pundits are oh so cock-sure,
everyone thinks they know the score,
the truth is nobody ever knows,
until that final whistle blows.
Everyone’s riding their luck, their chance,
pick up a history book, take a glance,
they never write any of them in advance.
That 2-1 defeat hurt, but it was no disgrace,
after all England, still claimed second place,
so I will congratulate Spain,
and celebrate how far our team came,
give our manager and players, respect that's due,
that's the least, that anyone can do.
The news from the US, just got even worse,
it's time that I returned to my verse,
or read the latest on Port Talbot steel,
then go back to following Labour's New Deal.
Do not tell me a thing about love no
Sure. Say a thing or else I resort to
Loveless none emotion. Do you if
You can exercise devotion would you?
Then then this DO NOT tell me of
The emotion I have explored on
Relentless unforgiving ground sound
Then down around. It's what all men
Know all to well from the almost
Belly OF HELL! Do NOT TELL ME MORE
I think I know the score. I have said
Before and I say again LOOK MY LOVE!
This then demonstrates the one I
Am. And this too it is a measure MY
HATE TOO MAY BE GREAT! Do not
Tell of a love forsaken me often
Mistaken.
You have made a big impression
On my whole recuperation
I’m forever in your debt
And i will never forget
The way you pulled me from loves war
Letting my heart know the score
There’ll be no more aprehension
Since this battle has been won
I know longer have to fight
You came along and made things right
Chasing away calamities
Causing all my injuries
Your healing hands have opened up
My heart that has been sealed shut
From hate that has been magnified
Surrounding me from every side
I thought i would have to retreat
But your loves helped me defeat
The pain that we sometimes possess
Leaving us in bad distress
Until the lucky day we find
Help to leave it all behind
It's getting darker
All the time
I sit alone
It's getting darker
With every poem
I try and include
Another a one single person more
You know the score
No need for or telling you
How stupid and disrespectful of me
Thinking or believing
It's only just poor little me
Who knows
It's getting darker all the time
As you yourself aren't blind either
It's just none of can see
When all the lights have gone out
And we are left
Contemplating and imagining
What is truly going on out there and happening
In the pitch dark journeying on this ride forth
All alone without someone else's
Comforting hand to hold onto
Kiss my lips and tell me lies
I don't trust your alibis
It may come as some surprise
I see the truth in your eyes
Don't you think I know the score
Heard it once or twice before
One thing that you can't ignore
I keep coming back for more
Sometimes I feel so accomplished
At other times I can't even think
I have a thought in my head
And it's gone with the next blink
I don't think you get it
Maybe it's hard to understand
I wish I could remind you
But my brain is like sand
It's older, not wiser
And the texture of wax
All hard until fire
Then melts, to relax
So don't try to tell me
This is all in my head
That's the one true statement
That you have ever said
Just think for one moment
How that other person might feel
Stop being so selfish
And realize this is for real
So forgive me for renting
I just want you to know the score
Start thinking how others feel
And how to love others more
4-15-23, Sat., 9:44am
The armament
Awakening into the harsh light
of blinding loyalty.
Jubilation and flags.
Soldiers synchronized
Stirring talks, hateful lies told
La vie en la rose
someone sings to stall time
The unthinking holler
Daring, the long night
The thinkers know the score
The smart knows too
but join, bet on the winner
Among the ruins, the unthinking walk
The scholars write books
the smart knows when the smell
of cordite is gone, the world needs
more weapons
Seeking the way.
Learning from today.
On my journey into tomorrow
I cast away , my deepest sorrow
For guidance along this path I take,
Besides learning from my own mistakes,
Are those who have walked here before.
Listen , because they may know the score.
That and more .
Life is just the classroom
For the future you groom
Students of the way
Should simply learn from today
knowledge is always sought,
just life lessons taught
Traveler through life
Avoiding all strive
While making this journey , lasting throughout your days
Always be following the light, to better ways
Okay, she agreed, but I will not go into the water; I do not need a suit.
I watched her march right in, trying to get a photo of the seagulls
Within minutes she was sitting in the ocean, waves tickling her toes.
Did you bring Mom’s suit? Our six-year-old asked.
Of course, I told him.
We both know the score.
We have seen her do this plenty of times.
She has the impulse control of a lava spewing volcano.
those who begin to know are - infants
those who know it all are - teenagers
those who want to know are - students
those who think they know are - teachers
those who know bluffing are - managers
those who know fudging are - politicians
those who play mind-games are - salesmen
those who profit from gamble are - bankers
those who rule our world are - psychopaths
those who know the score are - winners
those who think it’s alright are - losers
Snow math is my favorite game
Counting snowflakes as they fall
One by one, they call my name
Many for a snowman tall
Taking note of cocoa’s cup
Frigid fingers know the score
Two or three at least to sup
Frosted noses ask for more
Snow math isn’t just for fun
Well, perhaps it mostly is
Save for when I have to run
And I take a snow ball quiz
Balls of ice can really sting
Just how many did he throw
Ending up the Snow Ball King
That is what I’d like to know!
Lord, be at my side when I knock on the door,
For I've sullied myself and I know the score.
If not for You He'd not let me in,
For I am unworthy and covered in sin.
Will You come with me when before Him I stand?
Will You speak for me, will You hold my hand;
For I am afraid Lord, and I am ashamed,
For my body and soul are ugly and stained.
I've been touched by anger and envy and lust,
By greed and vengeance and filled with mistrust;
But since You found me, I've tried hard to change.
It's been a slow process, but I've rearranged,
The way that I see things, the way that I feel.
It happened when finally, I knew You are real.
I invited You in and You changed my life.
I've slipped many times and there've been times of strife,
But You have stuck with me through thick and through thin,
And You never left me, You're my only true friend;
So, when the time comes will You come with me;
For as long as You're there the sin He won't see.
He'll listen to You if You'll speak for me.
He will forgive if You forgive me.
I'll no longer reek with the stench of my sin,
For You saved me and cleansed me and You brought me in.
Fancy the reasons why love is so elusive
Could be we don’t know what we look for,
Feelings that with love are not conducive
Strange so many do not know the score
Looking for love “in all the wrong places,”
Confusing true love with an infatuation,
Equating it with beautiful or perfect faces
Often can lead to the nastiest situations.
Generally, love requires time to mature
Knowing yourself and your expectations,
Commitment in love is not for the unsure
I say, always beware of those hesitations.
Work toward a relationship that is secure,
I'm convinced that true love will endure.
Written August 20, 2022
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