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I was well along the graveyard shift with aces in my hand.
The cards felt right. My luck was coming on.
The pot was full of mischief, and LeBeau had seen my raise.
I assumed a bluff would leave him overdrawn.
I had two minds of opinion on the thought of throwing down.
The stakes were high, but so were my reserves.
I had just as much invested in my current twist of fate
As fortune gained on previous returns.
In the end, LeBeau lost all his cash, his pocket watch, his knife.
He mostly lost a sense of self respect.
It's with little true nostalgia I recall the night he died.
A winning hand is all I recollect.
Strange destiny: in the shadow of dreams, we lose and find ourselves again,
In the night sky, stars are tears that silently disperse,
I sing silence while others shout, in chaos I find my calm,
In this era, courage is a mask that hides the fear within us.
Strange destiny: when everyone has found answers, I seek the mystery,
With tears, I wash the ailing sphere of the world, hoping to heal it,
Pride and tumult are edelweiss flowers growing on ice-cold cliffs,
And now the poor flute plays a forgotten longing from fence wood.
Strange destiny: we are woven from straw and unshaped mud,
We lead our lives on this path, carrying the burden of the old world,
But maybe one day, through a miracle, we will rise,
And understand that the burden is the gift that bends us.
Strange destiny! But if, through an unforeseen twist of fate,
Even birth had not been allowed to us in this world?
Perhaps in our absence, another destiny would have been born,
A universe of dreams where death means rebirth.
If you have things to do
Do it shameless as it is
In shadows cast by tasks undone,
Embrace the chaos, let it run.
For in confusion, he finds delight,
Dormant voices stir in the night.
Awake, dear soul, it’s time to paint,
Your face with colors, bold yet faint.
Even as grievances take their flight,
He stands aloft, a constant sight.
With tears that flow like rivers wide,
I grasp the truth you try to hide.
Remember, love, it can't be mended,
Not yours to keep, till life has ended.
No urgency in the heart’s soft plea,
Though he seems civil, it’s plain to see,
He shuns the noise of passion's fade,
Yet still, the game of life is played.
Let’s befriend the man you shun,
Like you with me—our caring done.
Curious how we can vex the day,
Let’s forgo sleep, let shadows play.
A twist of fate, a wild charade,
In mental realms where dreams invade.
We’ll seek in darkness, hide and flee,
While serenades of sorrow plea.
Whispers haunt, their essence worse,
Yet gratitude is what they’ll curse.
By dawn, they fade into the light,
Preparing gifts for the morrow’s flight.
For that’s their way, to slip away,
Ensuring we forget their stay.
Yet here at home, we’d wait in vain,
If they didn’t come, we'd bear the pain.
It never really occurred to her before or entered into her mind
Nor what would be in store in all the blessings she'd find
For she was usually out late an often slept in on Sunday
But in a twist of fate that weekend things went a different way
She was visiting an old friend who had moved out of state
And that's when the door opened and through it walked fate
The friend was going either way so she thought why not
The beginning of a new day in changing her life on the spot
Hearing that day's gospel and the words the priest had said
She thought of her own will being held together by a thread
She went back and read each verse, each time more coming to light
Emotions you don't rehearse no matter how strong your might
She's gone every week since, something about her has changed
I'm not here to convince but her whole life she has rearranged
I see the smile on her face, and hear the joy in her voice
When it comes to God's Amazing Grace accepting it, is your choice
What's one more day? I always say,
Then time slips by, it fades away.
A twist of fate, a fleeting glance,
And suddenly, you’ve lost your chance.
What's one more step? I’ll take it slow,
But now I'm running, and can't let go.
The smallest things, they intertwine,
The moments that we leave behind.
A little thing turns into so much more,
A whisper turns into a roar.
Every choice, every touch,
Changes everything we trust.
What’s one more day? I always say,
And before you know it, lifetime away.
What’s one more chance? Is all you’ve got,
One more drink, just take the shot.
A look, a spark, a shot in the dark
One last glance, a wild romance.
Out there on a twist of fate, on razor backs, on oblivion's mistakes
Demons spin atomic particles like microscopic balls creating tables
Making them from something more than medieval trees
Lets call it demon wood or satanic particles for short
Atoms are too complicated to be understood
Around the corner of a smile and a solid block of something
Just when Rene Descartes proves that God exists
Not from religious smoke and mirrors but on concrete thought
Where atoms orbiting are born and Adam comes alive from clay
And Eve is no laughing matter if she is scientifically made
Not just another Pinocchio strung up on display
What more proof could anyone need
Unless your name is Skeptic
Lost in a fog of logic with your demons
There is no pleasing negativity
The very air does not exist but evil spirits do
If God is perfect can He create a perfect object
One too heavy for Him to lift?
The answer is so simple that even philosophers can miss it
Skeptics, like this question are absurdities
Everyone knows that only God can make a tree
Made easier with some atoms and Descartes
There is no need for heavier things than these
Brittany Murphy was this woman's name.
She had talent, beauty, fortune and fame.
She provided the voice of Luanne Platter on King of the Hill.
When people watched her perform, she gave all of us thrills.
I was shocked when she died on the 20th of December.
She was a great actress who everybody will remember.
She starred in many movies that included Just Married and Freeway.
When she died, millions of people were devastated on that awful day.
In 1991 she starred on an episode of Murphy Brown.
Hollywood won't be as good now that she's no longer around.
She entertained me and she entertained you.
It was a cruel twist of fate to die at thirty-two.
(DEDICATED TO BRITTANY MURPHY WHO DIED DECEMBER 20, 2009.)
The Unsigned Script?
A letter without the Author, our life—
a parchment penned in shadow,
no table of contents to guide the hand.
We move as if the morrow is a page already read,
but the Author holds the final draft,
the only one who knows the twist of fate.
I count the scars that birthed a better self,
each stumble a chrysalis of becoming.
Blessings bloom unseen, beside the cruelties;
the same sun that warms, can scorch the earth.
Wrath, a dry fire, wouldn't allow the salt of tears,
only the fierce, quick drum of victory,
a champion's blind triumph over the cost.
Fear was the thief of now, stealing light for a moment,
while Time, a harsh gardener, forced the bud before its season,
planting seeds of iron will and venom.
There is no pause button on this chaotic film.
We fight for the known terrain,
and keep the spoils of every battle won.
Growing is the tide; tomorrow, a phantom shore.
The Author gave no map, no compass, no decree.
We are the echoes of those who walked before,
living by the whisper of instinct, not divine instruction.
If only this life were a dog-eared novel—
to flip ahead, to study the dark foreshadowing,
and correct the tragic ending.
But the book remains bound, unread.
Life is a letter left unsigned
Life's course is ever-changing on our earthly journey in the sun
You place youngiest ones in the rear so family can protect them on the run
As the speed we move increases through the curves and down the straight
We expect to lose the elder ones because of this life's many twists of fate
Years go fast, I'm the driver, steering my family over slopes and thru the curve
I teach, guide, protect and control their destiny, while just trying not to swerve
Fearless with Faith in the Fathers wisdom, I put my families fate into his hand
When I saw my child's life in danger, I wasn't afraid to act and take a stand
Ceding control of our path to God, thru prayer, was not a twist of fate
Spiritual strength, Faith our prayers are heard by family within Heaven's gate
The "Great Spirit" steers our course with love as he protects us from all pain
Faith gives this driver strength to steer the path for his family that still remains
I Steer true and help all we meet, to strengthen their faith, without a swerve
Through my many years of driving, I seek answers to life, in all that I observe
I may never find answers to his purpose in lessons I learned living day to day
Maybe my next life, reveals a purpose why my journey had to be that way
In my future, I find strength in memories of family whose life has past
Making me steer true, thru curves and straights, memories of family in the cast
Found you lying cold as the night
In one second you disappeared into the light
Did you know what was at stake
Here I sit greeting family at your wake
I forgive what you did of course I do
Things are material my life was you
On my knees praying and pleading
Please God stop my soul from bleeding
I can still hear your cries
I tried to take away your pain with laughter
I know everyone eventually dies
But you went unnaturally to the hereafter
Your shadow fades
The sun is black
Gone are the parades
There’s no coming back
I am lost between my soul and heart
Death is only the beginning it can’t keep us apart
I wish I could reverse the sands of time
To bring you back so once again you could be mine
I can still hear your cries
I tried to take away your pain with laughter
I know everyone eventually dies
But you went unnaturally to the hereafter
Mourners come by to drop a rose
They do not know the ending you chose
Single file one by one
They don’t know you had come undone
You had succomed to all your pain and fears
I scream out loud but my eyes have no more tears
I can still hear your cries
I tried to take away your pain with laughter
I know everyone eventually dies
But you went unnaturally to the hereafter
I throw some dirt on your coffin lid
I’m not a supporter of the deed you did
To cure the silence I’d give all my wealth
But I realize now I’m by myself
Our moment was over before it started
Now you walk with the faithfully departed
I can still hear your cries
I tried to take away your pain with laughter
I know everyone eventually dies
But you went unnaturally to the hereafter
Thinking of you daily is part of my routine
I can’t wait to sleep so I can see you in a dream
Your spirit still keeps me in a spell
The memories forever in my mind will dwell
Until the day we meet by some twist of fate
Joined together again at Heavens gate