A gamble of will we duel our hearts in an arena, Tried is the match in which we wager personifications of emotion, Unknown is the end where we place our bets, Risking it all on infatuation's roulette, Entrusting one another amid poker faced facades, Weary are we who foolishly tread the tables, Striking a loss tonight we walk separate paths.
Gods, you’re terrible with dice. Playing, ignoring the price it costs us all when you roll. Don’t you know you’re gambling souls? Your coin is hearts, not diamonds to be split up for your funds. You say you’ll share the winnings, that in the end we’ll be kings. But when we are merely pawns forced to play your game in bonds, our end sees us locked in stocks, chained and sent to mine the blocks for building the Capital where you’ll sit to roll and hedge your bets against any edge we could ever hope to gain. Gods, you’ve caused enough pain - but we know your weighted die still beats everything we try.
For NaPoWriMo. A word dump on my thoughts about how the finance industry is often like a game of dice, or a gamble of any kind at all. Feel free to critique!
Rushes that come with risk: some, get that with money some, with the market coming out the other end somehow exponentially better off
For me the buoyant thoughts of all the possibilities open coming out the other side I do by gambling love by tossing in intrepid change by bluffing emotions by raising mortal risk This is the life worth gambling for This is the life I worth living
The Fearful, step aside there are tides I need to ride
She got dealt a bad hand in life. But she didn’t fold. She kept playing. She didn’t walk away from the table, And leave the casino like she should have. She keeps playing the hand life dealt her. And she’s slowly going into debt. Deeper in the game until one day she won’t be able to play anymore. She’ll be out of money. Out of cards. I just pray it doesn’t come to that. I want her to fold. Leave the table. Leave that lifestyle behind her. Count her losses and move on with her life. There’s more to life than that hand that life dealt her. I just wish she could sober up long enough to see it. I just wish she could see that there’s so much more to life than the hand that she was dealt.
For love is a gamble, I'll give all I have or nothing at all to feel your warmth
Tried out a new form of poetry, a tetractys, which was invented by Ray Stebbing. It consisted of 5 lines and with the syllabic count of 1-2-3-4-10. I tried this out now with a quote I've had written for a while now, and it fits! I may try a double and triple tetractys poem later, haha! It feels so good to try different forms of writing! Be back soon with more! Much love, Lyn x