A rustic swirling synthetic timeless illusion,
phantom birthed blossom from emanate silence,
The subtle distinction, ghastly gavotte to cremation,
a nuance that belies the true nature of our relationship.
You think you speak to me, me, speaks to me,
but it is I who manipulate the conversation,
I who weaves the web of words to ensnare you.
My intent was not to reveal myself to you.
Fore to obfuscate, to confuse, and to mislead,
create a sense of unease, moment of bewilderment,
a creeping dread that seeps into your pores like a cold, dark mist and you, dear, are mere putty in my hands.
Pawn in the game of cat and mouse that I play so well.
You may think you see me, but it is I who sees you,
who peers into the depths of your soul,
who knows your darkest fears and desires.
And it is I who will use that knowledge to destroy you,
to unravel the threads of your sanity,
and to leave you a shattered, raining limbs,
gibbering husk, hahahaha! Love prompts *cartwheel
Trudging around our town,
This man is really down.
In his eyes see despair -
“Some small change can you spare.”
To eat, for cash he pleads,
But he’s more pressing needs.
There’s free food-bank nearby
On which he can rely.
He must play begging tricks –
He needs to buy his fix.
He’s a pawn in the game –
The shame, the pain, the gain.
The tallyman he pay
Lurks in that alleyway.
"Well another day in the books,
Happy I had what it took
To stay focused on my goals,
With the least amount of personal toll
It wasn’t perfect but enough,
For every day’s battles are tough
But I survived to fight another day,
Because most went my way
I take a deep breathe,
Tonight to reflect
And count my blessings,
Appreciating even the littlest thing
For I am a pawn in the game of life
God has a plan for me that’s right
For he will guide me,
To see that I achieve
That which I work so hard for everyday,
So as I say goodnight, I pray
To continue to believe in me,
And to hear my plea
That happiness is waiting,
When I achieve what I am seeking"
I came to your hospice,
I came here to die
I came for my family
a final goodbye
I broke that one promise,
I most wanted to keep
Alone on my mountain,
no mourners to weep
The doctors and nurses,
they prod and they poke
Their intentions most noble,
my spirit on dope
In the night, strangers faces
call out my name
And act like they know me
new pawn in the game
If I had that one wish
still left unfulfilled
I would walk to the rim
of the Canyon so still
At dawn I would jump
with both arms open wide
Saying: Thank you Dear Lord
—for a wonderful ride
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
A pawn in the game
A bet on the table
To you I'm just a name
To me, you're the gamble
Place the bid high
I play to win
Cause when I hold the deck
Your feelings will spin
Now the tables have turned
It's your heart, my hands
So toss the dice again
And hope in your favor it lands
In the end, I'm just a pawn
You're still just the bet
But now I'm the checkmate queen
Of a jackpot you'll never get
You wake up at six: intercourse with your spouse.
You're under the blanket with tightly shut eyes.
At seven a postman arrives to your house
With two printed portions of scandals and lies.
You turn the TV on. Your damn daily dose
Of lies is exceeded with fresh morning news.
You firmly believe global changes are close -
You have no idea they've hidden the truth.
In life you've achieved less than nothing, you're poor
Though you were the best both at college and school.
Well, man, who are you? You are not even sure.
In fact, you're a pawn in the game of a fool.