Life is a chess game,
Where fools eat your black or white pawns,
Where liars replace shiny pawns
To confiscate them in your loving heart,
A chess game, where riders pass
Without seeing you in the barren deserts,
Where horses transport you and make you invisible
Day and night, summer and winter, far from peaceful squares,
Life is a game of chess, where it is better to live
In castles unjustly, kings, sleeping with angels,
Than push a plow, and bite the odorless dust
Fields and stones too heavy,
Life is a chess game, where friends advise you
And make you honest, or smart, or careful,
Where you must learn not to die as an idiot,
Sacrifice battles or theories, for books of poets,
A chess game, subtly Manichean and deep,
Where you can’t be impressed by the confidence
Of each other, warriors and peasants, a game of chess,
Where only a chess queen allows you to escape tough emotions
And scarecrows standing on the chessboard of the heart..
Manichean
He definitely to me is a Manichean
Of someone who commits much sin;
Can't get balls to fall through hoop
And is definitely a nincompoop
Sure is monster among all men.
Now can you top or cap
that one About Trump?
Jim Horn
She is the face of perfection
Facet for affection
Divine connection
A woman's desired reflection
The ideal direction
She is the forest, the rain
On the throne she reigns
She is the wind, the sea
As far as the eye can see
The little things remind you of her humanity
A laugh, a yawn,
A smile, a frown,
If it were not for these signs, then she could have fooled me
On the outside, she is the cosmic masterpiece
Her shining eyes are the centrepiece
Her heart is her mouthpiece
Her voice is enigmatic peace
Her radiance does not decrease
On the inside, she is the ideal city
The Platonic utopia
The Aristotelian polity
A constant state of oxyopia
An esoteric serenity
An ineffable identity
And she satisfies both the rational human and animal appetite
A perfect Manichean dualism
A yin-yang balance of energies
The source of all remedies
Therefore, she cannot be mine
For she is a paragon, and that is the sign
That I should know better
Save the best for the best
And let fate treat the rest