There is a game of life,
And there's a game of play.
Best of seven need not
Rise as smooth as leaven.
Not every 'all-out attack'
Results in a come-back.
To some, every game is 'a must-win'.
For others, now and then is ok.
Some of us play "to win".
Others play 'not to lose".
We must play by the rules.
And rule # 1 is to choose.
What did I do to deserve this?
I tried to play by the rules
It has only made me a fool.
It's the reason why I cry,
why I let out a sigh.
Trying to overcome
something that makes me numb.
Something is holding me back,
I want my laughter
and to keep myself on track.
It's the reason why I question life,
and you're nowhere in sight.
How do I take it easy?
What do I have to do?
All my life has been a loss,
and somehow,
It just keeps popping up.
I hate that it affects me,
I am chained to something,
something that won't let me speak.
I will go on with my day,
knowing that it won't be the same.
I watched my sister fading away.
She did as she was told
Day after miserable day.
Do this, don't do that,
It's bad for you, good for you,
Mustn't get fat.
Could Nurse Ratched not see
The harm that she caused?
The pain she inflicted
Gave me pause.
Play by the rules,
Sound advice for some fools,
But not for this one.
I make my own laws,
Simply because
I have no wish
To live forever.
When others
play by the rules,
in their comfort zones,
my spirit
craves
the unknown.
My soul
only knows
to disrupt,
to innovate,
to rewrite
the game.
I play by the rules day in and day out,
Showing my class, wielding my clout.
I take the hard blows time and again,
Knowing my patience shan't be in vain.
Joe's on the ropes, all by himself,
Waiting around to be dumped on the shelf,
Restraint is my friend, as I pull back and watch,
Those flailing wild jabs I so easily dodge.
There's one rule to fighting, it's Biding your time,
Showing him up, using his dime,
Keeping ones cool, letting him dance,
Then all in one motion - destructively prance.
There's rhyme to the reason for the 12
Rounds to be,
So everyone knows, all clearly can see,
The prowess of one, the demise of the other,
An abject defeat, no spin as a buffer.
The guys just a has been yet I'm giving him grace,
Watching him flail, not setting the pace,
The fun's in the waiting, a matter of time,
For him to fall over, his crown to be mine.
Why don’t they teach you in school
all the different ways of people
the narcissists need to control
their treatment that turns cold
the manipulators need to hold
separating heart from soul
We do not see evil deeds until it is our time to bleed
the tricksters lies to deceive, the rule book they will never read,
emotional blackmail or coercion killing the dream of the person
the tattletales fictional version always depicting who is the worse one
Because those who don’t play by the rules
don’t stop until you’re miserable
teaching what’s not taught in school
so you learn after the fall
Mental health is on a scale
success as easy as the fail
yet with no method to tell
behaviour heading straight for Hell
so in this world made of people
we cannot detect what’s lethal
taught things which we have no need for
psychology is what we should teach more
Armour up our mental health
protecting us from someone else
just some knowledge there to help
so we see evil deeds in stealth
A radar to protect oneself
armed to save our mental health
If you think life is a game,
You had better start playing by the Rules,
As there are others waiting for a start in the game,
If you are caught breaking the rules,
And get taken out of the game.
If you get taken out of the game,
You should not be surprised when others who play by the rules,
Get a chance to play alongside your family and friends who are still in the game.
If you want to own up to your shame, for breaking the rules of the game,
There may still be time to show you can follow the rules,
And get back in the game,
But if you continue to break the rules,
You may get to have an early appointment with the inventor of the game,
Who will decide whether you are wheat or chaff.
From the crypto crash and the FTX collapse,
We see the fragility of this digital cash.
The arrest of Sam Bankman-Fried,
Makes us question the future, what does it all mean?
Fourteen years since the Satoshi white paper,
Has crypto lived up to its initial promise?
Or has it become just like the banks we scorn,
Unregulated and prone to financial loss?
Many tout the virtues of decentralization,
But with no checks and balances, there's cause for hesitation.
Governments want regulations, that much is clear,
To protect their citizens, to keep the markets fair.
So as we ponder the future of crypto,
We must consider the risks and the pros.
The allure of freedom may be tempting and sweet,
But without proper oversight, it's a risky seat.
The end may not be here just yet,
But the crypto world must learn to play by the rules, you bet.
Only then can we truly see,
The promise of crypto, the future to be.
The Not Quite Sonnet of Not Quite Success
Play by the rules, or at least the principles
Then you’ll make a difference
Shake off the praise with diffidence
And yet it ends of ostensible
Maybe those with more organization
And less knowledge and skills
Can rise to a pay grade that pays many more bills
And idealization and realization reach a point of conflation
And a drink on a Friday night
And a few extra curves
Bring a loss of position and a few extra nerves
And a bitterness that brings doubt to hindsight
The cycle begins and it ends
With the means and the ends
Images cascade before us
Strolling 'long memory lane
Lithe and supple were we back in those days
Before decades of stresses and strain
I jump high, pluck a leaf from a tree
You twirl about and fall into me
Shops seem so tiny and quaint
Proprietors honest, without taint
We stop at the drugstore for a soda
Seated high atop spin-around stools
Two straws but just one chocolate phosphate
~ Puppy lovers who play by the rules
Doctors fight
Day and night
To save countless lives
From a virus that does not play by the rules
It attacks us in confined spaces like gyms and indoor swimming pools
Anywhere where germs and bacteria thrive
This coronavirus wants to destroy our lives
Washing our hands and sterilizing them wherever we go
Is part of education. Now we know!
As information spills out day by day
We've learnt that close human contact should be avoided
For the time being. Please obey!
Let's unite
And do what is right
I will make you addicted but im not against the law.
Im stronger than any street drug you'll find in the raw.
I'm evil. I'm spiteful. I dont play by the rules.
cause even when you win. You still really loose.
What am I?
Many have called her a sinner
A few have called her a saint
Doesn’t much matter to her
Ordered to disrupt the status quo
Never one to play by the rules
Nothing the same since we met her
An Icon, our Pop Queen
My Upcoming Birthday Celebrity Contest
8/24/19
William Kekaula
Do I believe in conspiracy theories?
Do I believe that powerful people would get together regularly,
and plan certain outcomes that would benefit them exclusively?
Do I believe that powerful interests would operate unlawfully,
and even kill people possibly?
Do I believe that secret government agencies,
might on occasion feel the need,
to assassinate someone and cover it up covertly?
Naaah!
I believe that everything in America and the world is open for all to see,
and that powerful people always play by the rules religiously,
for the benefit of everybody.
* NOTE: The conclusion above was stated sarcastically.
Here's to Little Leaguers!
Who get to learn companionship,
leadership, skills and more!
Who are not out killing or doping!
These are the children not on TV.
The hours of practice they spend.
The joy of developing skills.
and learning to play by the rules.
They are a blessing to this nation
Their parents are too!
Thank you parents and players who
show us a future of a bright and
glorious American nation.
Your work year round creates
childhood transformation!
5/52019
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