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Life
I look around this empty space
And wonder at it
how it all became
And was put into piles collected
To be tossed
And was
And piled again
And Again
Then in my mind....
My gut
My instinct
My intuition and the following
It plays out
Right out of me
********
There is a game
Played
Movements easy around the board
The dice
Tossed and rolled
Tumbled to stop
All flick of the wrist
And chance
And loss
The mind behind it heavy
Intense concern about its numbers
We diminish ourselves
By bets placed
On unstable circumstance
On games we are not meant to win
But only pass time
It's reckoning around the board
The chance cards intended
To bloom us
Or bust us completely
This game has great power
But it is no Ouija of fate
I cannot believe what is written
Is placed there
Though the roll
Highly unpredictable
I do choose to roll
*******
my life has been messy
I try cleaning it up
I use rags of dirty promise
I try willing the dust to stay
And dance on the other side of the window
But the day
she blows
Strong and forces what is fated through
The dust settles in my room
I must live there
And should be comfortable
So I keep myself
And toss the dirty rags
With the rest of the waste
I know loss
I am capable of suffering it willingly
*******
Should I choose to roll again
My head turned
By the spectacle of black dots spiraling
Preying on their fall
Then all bets are off brother
My poker face
A shamble
You know the chance I hold
so do I
My card would be mighty
But only a card
It is a game man
only a game....
*******
I wipe off my bedside table
With the hem of my night gown
A dark circle remains where i once sat your photograph
It was beautiful
You were smiling
And so was I
The memory still lovely
And as fresh as the room in it
It was once our room
And it was your own
keep it
I am laying down
To sleep in peace
And dream in this one
And wonder at it
how it all became
And was put into piles collected
To be tossed
And was
And piled again
And Again
Then in my mind....
My gut
My instinct
My intuition and the following
It plays out
Right out of me
********
There is a game
Played
Movements easy around the board
The dice
Tossed and rolled
Tumbled to stop
All flick of the wrist
And chance
And loss
The mind behind it heavy
Intense concern about its numbers
We diminish ourselves
By bets placed
On unstable circumstance
On games we are not meant to win
But only pass time
It's reckoning around the board
The chance cards intended
To bloom us
Or bust us completely
This game has great power
But it is no Ouija of fate
I cannot believe what is written
Is placed there
Though the roll
Highly unpredictable
I do choose to roll
*******
my life has been messy
I try cleaning it up
I use rags of dirty promise
I try willing the dust to stay
And dance on the other side of the window
But the day
she blows
Strong and forces what is fated through
The dust settles in my room
I must live there
And should be comfortable
So I keep myself
And toss the dirty rags
With the rest of the waste
I know loss
I am capable of suffering it willingly
*******
Should I choose to roll again
My head turned
By the spectacle of black dots spiraling
Preying on their fall
Then all bets are off brother
My poker face
A shamble
You know the chance I hold
so do I
My card would be mighty
But only a card
It is a game man
only a game....
*******
I wipe off my bedside table
With the hem of my night gown
A dark circle remains where i once sat your photograph
It was beautiful
You were smiling
And so was I
The memory still lovely
And as fresh as the room in it
It was once our room
And it was your own
keep it
I am laying down
To sleep in peace
And dream in this one
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