The match started with control going from one team to the other kicks being made and players jumping on the ball hoping to score the first try
And then it happened the first penalty going to Queensland and kept it for a while but couldn't make it over the line
NSW took the ball and not much later got a penalty oh yeah hoping they will break through, they charged and charged right to the line and the maroons stole the ball ready to bring it to the other side forcing NSW into defence
And the mistake happened The blues got the ball and kicked it way way back the maroons grabbed the ball and kept them it in the defence and kicked it up forced the error and gained another penalty to them
The maroons were running up ready to break the defence and kicked it through and the blues brought the ball to the attack
Still no score still no score
But both teams are putting up a fight and then the maroons got the ball and with great offence
Dived over for the maroons first try and the crowd roared ever so loudly and smith converts it to make the maroons have a 6-0 lead and the XXXX is looking ever so sweet
But they have to get back to the game and the blues sent the kick to them and ran down to the tryline, only to have the try dissallowed and for the maroons it was still 6-0 but the blues had possession of the ball and they kicked it up and possession went back to Queensland and they ran a bit and kicked it up and the blues grabbed the ball, then they kicked it and straight back to Queensland it goes and they kept it with them for a while
A scrum came with the blues winning it and ran a while then kicked right down the Maroons throat and after a bit they kicked it, the 6-0.lead was looking good after the ball went loose for NSW and Queensland did a kick and chase with the blues looking to grab the ball
They did but not for long and after a few passes the maroons were running and passing and then dived in to score the maroons 2nd try, to make the score 10-0 to Queensland
And smith yet again adds the extra's and suddenly the maroons were looking very good and yes, the score changed to 12-0
After both teams getting a hand on the ball? It was the blues who gained possession but they lost it and this was making NSW very angry, I wonder what
The people in the clubs in NSW are thinking after the maroons good, then the battle between the both teams as the tackling gave the blues a penalty but after a lengthily run the maroons got a penalty and took
The ball over to the NSW defensive area and then they kicked it and it went into touch
And the blues got the ball and lost it down the field and the maroons ran down and put the ball down but it was a forward pass and then the blues ran with the ball right to the other side but Queensland yet again looking too good and then sent out a high bomb deep in the nsw end and the blues ran it down but was tackled and yes the maroons go into the half time break with a 12-0 lead
And I wonder what will happen in the 2nd half
And now the two teams are entering the field and the crowd is totally cheering and the maroons are kicking off and it went straight down the blues throats and went straight into the maroons defence line and they kicked it up and now the maroons have the ball but made a small error forcing the blues to steal it from them and after a few runs the blues lost it and the maroons grabbed the ball
And ran staring toward the line but lost the ball right in front of the blues defence line and the blues started to run it down by passing it a few times and then made a woeful kick to put the maroons back into attack and then after a comedy of errors the blues kept the ball and continued to run toward their line and then the blues kicked it down and Dugan scored the blues first try to make the score 12-4 to the maroons and Maloney added the extras to make the score 12-6 and they started to cuddle each other
And then the kick off going straight down the throats of the blues and ran the ball way past some of the defenders untill the maroons got the ball and lost the ball right in front of their own line and the blues are doing a great job keeping the ball with them and passes were being made and the blues were looking strong untill they lost the ball and the maroons got the ball back but after a few tackles gained a penalty and kicked it into touch and then ran it down to their defence line but the great blues defence line
Forced the ball into touch and then the blues won the scrum and ran it down passing and passing and kicked it down the maroons throats and now Queensland have the ball
And after a few tackles the maroons booted it high but nsw
Grabbed the ball and after a few more tackles the blues kicked it high and Queensland grabbed the ball and then moments later the maroons ran down to the try line and planted a try and the umpire went upstairs but it was still a try and that makes Queensland lead to 16-6 with a kick to come and things are looking great for the maroons by geez by jingle by crickey as mike Gibson is speaking to me from the grave
The kick was waved away and after a few plays the blues find themselves with the ball and they became close to the try line and the maroons got the ball of them and ran down the field and kicked it and the blues picked up the ball but the maroons bundled him into touch and forced the blues to do a kick straight down the maroons throats and after a few runs and passes the maroons scored a great try to make the maroons lead even more dangerous for the blues at 20-6
And smith converts it to make the score 22-6 and suddenly the maroons were looking dangerous as the song goes
Hold on tight
I know it is a little bit dangerous
I got what it takes to make ends meet
And yes, the maroons have definately got what it takes and after a few tackles the maroons knocked the ball on and the blues find themselves with the ball abs ran it down and took it right to the maroons but then they handed it over to Queensland and then they made some posession but a silly mistake forced NSW to take the ball but it was intercepted but it was forced into the scrum and the blues Regained the ball and then made some silly mistakes to give the ball back to Queensland and after a few passes the maroons kicked the ball into touch but things are looking bad for the blues as they gained the ball back,
Will they score here and after a few passes they knock the ball on and gave the ball back to Queensland and the maroons won the scrum and started to attack the NSW line and every member of Queensland in the crowd are jumping up and cheering after getting a penalty from a blues error but it was no good but who cares because the score was 22-6 and then they got the ball back and ran down the clock and at full time
Queensland won the game against the hapless blues by 22-6 and yes I reckon there will be a XXXX in the bar tonight but if you go for the blues beware because tonight wasn't your night
And now we draw the final curtain
And the blues lose once more
Yes, the maroons are the victors congrats congratulations yeah
Congratulations and celebrations
You see the maroons are the victory team again
What went wrong with the blues losing 22 points to ****** 6
The maroons are the champions my friend
They kept on fighting to the end
Maroons are the champions
Maroons are the champions
Maroons are the champions
Of the state of origin for 2017
Bye for now and well done to the maroons

Your words fill a void.
    Your body, a space.
    No they were not mine for the taking. For the filling.
    Stolen
    No honor amongst thieves.
    I am one.
    Loving your words
    I drink them, absorb them, dissect them. No negligence.
    I'm soaked in them.Choke on them
    And they are no more.
    Disappearing literacy not meant for the masses
    But for her.
    To be her.
    To have words for me. A smile for me. A disgust for me.
    As long as it was for me.
    Selfishness created from your selflessness.
    You are no saint and I will still elevate you high above the regurgitated ooze.
    Belong to no one, no posession.
    Be you
    Be me
    Be us.
    Not love. Not lust.
    An inbetween space.
    Understanding?
    Longing for the same reasoning
    Yet never finding it in eachother.
    Have you words for that?
    Paint a picture with that drab meaningless ink & I'll fill it in with damp, dark color.
    I know you.
    I accept you.
    Keep you.
    Give a little?
    Fill me?
    No more words. Not mine.

yes, i admire the worker, and his eager hands,
his nimble hands, as the saying goes: the devil has work
for idle hands...
          i guess writers qualify
as those, with the most idle hands...
                since they're not handling anything,
that might be reduced to a communist
collectivism in care for a spetial
mirror of a darwinistic doctrine,
that's so compatible with capitalism...
but then the writers die,
and the critics and the academics
make a wage from the, so, called,
idle, unnecessary work...
and by then, i can only re-admire
the workers...
   i'd rather "slave" for 14 years in manual
labour...
        than try to word, 14 minutes
of my heart's feelings, resentments,
     ambitions, contentment...
lacks ascribing either intellect, or libido...
     at least i'd know i laboured for
14 years, with the eagerness of health,
as health, being, the sole treasure in
this world, as the old proverb says...
         as we all sláinte: to good health!
14 years, of feeling in posession of a body?
comapred to 14 minutes
              without feeling you having
as having posession of a heart?!
       what's worth more?
            i'll just start the clepsydra...
and then you can ask me,
                     after the five minutes are up...
for there is, but a spartan argument
in this set of words...
                     only a decying body,
can produce an interesting mind...
            as only a healthy body, can produce,
a decaying body with an interesting mind,
and nations, and borders.
i mean manual labour you get paid for,
i don't mean concentration camp labour...
so i say: 14 years of paid manual labour...
or 14 minutes of unpaid athenian labour
of a heart's discontent, savvy?
               ah... the melancholy of a once able
body, that could handle 40kg of mineral-felt rolls...
and buckets of industrial tar, carried over a 100m
stretches at a time...
       it's ironic to recite these words:
      although with a twist...
                          sinnvollarbeit macht frei...
if the entire dritte ***** were to be unearthed...
and see what was happening in the western world...
i.e. with newspaper article like millennials
snap up lessons on how to photograph their lunch
(the times, page 24, monday 29 may 2017,
   written by a danielle sheridan)...
      you want to play bridge? or poker with my
****** expression? or chess? or backgammon?
                 or banqi? it's a simple question...
   it's a game a game of blind-man's bluff...
there's a billion chinese, and about a million of them,
all blind, are knitting socks... but then there's a bunch
of westerners... all "omnipotent" with "foresight"...
creating as little as media content...
     the germans are going to sniff this out
at some point... and the concept of a
                vierte ***** being on the horizon...
well... it's there... the agitators are already
in place "tickling" the romance into shape;
i say "tickling"... they're slapping nettles on these
men's faces... and **** me, are they getting ******...
they're starting to think: how about i pour
some chilli powder into your eyes and ask you, not to blink?
while at the same time, showing a tablespoon's worth
of cinnamon into your mouth?

Thanks fo being ****** to me
when all I wanted was a friend.
You treated me as a posession
and at times a personal therapist.
When you were beat to the point where you couldn't see
You knew I would stay by your side till the very end.
If he told me anything with discretion
you would instantly see red.
"Does this shirt make me look fat?"
"Ew, yes. Obese, at that.
Fix your hair, make your *** flat.
Drown in this perfume, you smell like your cat."
Such kind words.
You say you loved me?
That's not what I heard.
Not what I heard at all.
"**** yourself, stupid ****."

Yet everytime I had those feelings
I ran to you.
Any other feelings as well,
I ran to you.
But you gave me no comfort.
You gave me criticism.
You gave me your problems.
And so I stole your cookies
and converted your friends
and took your innocence
and lied to your face
and ****** your vice...
twice.

I ran away from the temple
that you hid me inside of for so long

my feet were numb
and I almost went blind
the monsters outside almost
got me
and ripped my insides out

the corners got rusty
spiders built their webs

they were present in our conversations
did you love me

or was I the crown posession
did I intrigue you
moving small

I brake my anger with your smile
and let the frusteration slip through
my hands like indian silk

most nights
I was on my knees
holding my breathe
hoping you would come home
and for many days
you did not

you left me there
walked out and locked the door
leaving me without remorse
or redemption
steady handed and left there to burn
like the guiltys alibi
hanging by a needle on my chest
burden like havok causing
endless catasrophes in my mind
insanity I questioned
burried deep deep
inside of you

you who had no mercy
with your kiss

Have you ever met someone
All of a sudden...
things were no longer important
your brain froze for a while
Your laziness grew..
Your mood unpredictable...
Your coffee became bitter
Your dress seemed less attractive
Your bread stale and hard... tasteless
Your life upside down... colorless
All of a sudden
you lacked focus...
this person was magnet
grew closer so fast
be the most important
The centre of your thoughts...
between night and day..
and he became the radar
of your life...
He owned the remote control
pulling your life away for a second
putting you back where it was
so you could breathe...
so you could sleep
so you could die
Your life was solely his...
You became a thing...
a posession..
Have you ever met..
someone like that?

I ran away from the temple
that you hid me inside of for so long

my feet were numb
and I almost went blind
the monsters outside almost
got me
and ripped my insides out

the corners got rusty
spiders built their webs

they were present in our conversations
did you love me

or was I the crown posession
did I intrigue you
moving small

I brake my anger with your smile
and let the frusteration slip through
my hands like indian silk

most nights
I was on my knees
holding my breathe
hoping you would come home
and for many days
you did not


you left me there
walked out and locked the door
leaving me without remorse
or redemption
steady handed and left there to burn
like the guiltys alibi
hanging by a needle on my chest
burden like havok causing
endless catasrophes in my mind
insanity I questioned
burried deep deep
inside of you

you who had no mercy
with your kiss

I can be a lot of things
I can be an impressive thing
I can wear the hat
I can be a desirable thing
teasing the casting of the hex.

I can be a monstrous thing
chest swelling with prideful posession
I can be a despicable thing
nose upturned with unshakable stubbornness
eating up worlds with my carelessness.