I wasn't thinking of much
Just zeroing on anything but the foreign whistling in my ear.
I had scouted for a potentially enticing attraction
That, while available, was both empty and deceitful

I remember now the lesson: Past Conjugates.
So I conjured my accent and answered correctly.
The door opens, and at first I paid no mind
But then I was stirred from my consuming thoughts.

I was chosen as a partner.
I did not know why, but
Then my gaze shifted outward
And I came eye to eye with you

I stood aghast at the warm greeting
Enveloping what had been a miserable day.
You sat down next to me
And there we talked.

Flirts I had only dreamed of leapt out of my mouth
And into your elegant ears
The only thing more surprising than my bold approach
Was the satisfaction in your relieving reciprocation

A nightmare woke me.
Drooping eyes gazed at the clock.
Back to bed once more.

The delicate decades of decadence declined;
My Kingdom of Snowy Falls chipped away.
No forgotten fate for this fugitive;
A polar punishment, shivered in irony.

Stuck in a moment of weakness,
Arrogance and stupidity faded together,
Followed by limping embarrassment.
My frostbitten forearm flared in pain;
One trip and my pride drained away.

I crawled up my frozen throne
And lounged onto my frosty arms
Crafted for this cold king;
The frigid atmosphere revealed the chilling truth.

Bitter betrayal buried under bonds of loyalty,
And all of my servants have fled.
My chipped crown fell to the floor;
Cue the coup d'etat.

The cruel blanket of death hovered over me.
Shivering, squirming and stalling in my seat.
Ensnared by the usurping serpents,
I refused to abdicate my throne.

I tumbled down in defeat.
My arms broken and my pride shattered,
I stumbled back up the arctic surface;
My harbored hatred for the hailing hills grew
As again and again I failed to reach the top.

Before leaving for Plaza Prudential,
Don't forget about the essentials.
Like the standard pen or pencil,
To scribble down prices and credentials.

Life for you has been sequential;
From high school through college to jurisprudential.
The exponential increase in wisdom is thanks to the potential
Realized by influential forces to stop the consequential future.
Curses, that was supposed to be confidential.

The pale left controls each fate
As the murky right creeps along the opposite side.
The plan is this: Move all pieces forward.
Six different path to cross space
And eliminate the enemy.

Will it be the rookie, charging in with no regard for consequence?
Perhaps the dark night will mount an assault;
The three step attack tramples targets.
What of the Bishop, the Man of Light?
It is his soul duty to shine in this world of darkness.
The Queen is the puppeteer in this game;
Her corrupted strings control all, even the King Himself
With almost no limits, she is a dangerous weapon.

There is no game without the King;
The figurehead determining who falls and who triumphs,
The arrogant fool who believes all are but pawns under him
Which do you choose,
Left or Right?

Birds chirp, the winds blow,
And as the sun sets, we give the day a bow.
Clean Colorado accommodates commoners from Lincoln's Land.
We've ditched the silt and the sand;
Stranded in a glimpse of a possible past, here I stand.

Elated by elevation, tranced by trepidation,
the group's gaze encounters a misty haze,
Followed by copious amounts of precipitation.
Pick up the pace; though we won't win the race
To the dry car and a full case.

Hell is the home of a heathen's heart;
Heaven holds promise a bright new start.
Existence on earth extends only for so long;
For now we're here, soon to be gone.

Early mornings shed light on a promising day;
Late nights cast spells we drunkenly obey
Perched in a chair by a growing fire,
the consuming flames ascend higher and higher.
Ignited embers blown astray,
Trails of smoke follow its prey.

Back on the highway.
Homeward bound, the only sounds
Are the stories and gestures that say
Not what we lost, but what we found.