#margins
Betting on plays
And whether teams could pull it through;
Factoring rates given to the risks
Versus stats, records, and rankings,
Of losses, successes, et cetera.
Whether physical or digital,
These playful monetary mediums
Like domestic feline & bengal tiger.
Like dog as like cat,
It's a different reaction to them
And connection with them
Having grown up around them.
These paper jaguars & plush lions,
So much for the fear of adversity
When you're trying to crunch everything.
If you're always in the middle
Of working through or thinking about something,
Punching an equation,
Then how can anyone hope
To knock you off kilter?
It's just another component-
Another addition & subtraction,
Division & multiplication,
To calculate & sum.
You've gotta be in it to win it,
And you're always just one bet away
From winning it big.
Making it good
Sometimes takes all it can take,
And even then you might not
Break even.
I sense disturbance,
See some malign figure,
In your line of reason.
Yet, through our conversations,
No appeal can be made to logic.
The calculations offer a grime visage.
Play with your heart, play with your gut,
As your head will steer you wrong.
If you're thinking about it,
You're thinking too much.
Just lay it on the line,
Bet it all,
But don't bet too much.
Listen, it'll be fine.
Tomorrow we can
Recoup your loss.
The contradictions are lost,
The irony was over
And you took the under.
The spread accomplished
Chose the given
And you were taking.
If something flew
You were beneath it.
Feb 10, 2025
Feb 10, 2025 at 1:04 PM UTC
In a senseless
Explosion of
Sound, you are
Reduced to a
Crawling thing
On the margins of
A disintegrating
World with a
Lush numbness
And peace that
Lulls the mind
Making death
Seem so easy
Aug 3, 2023
Aug 3, 2023 at 10:22 AM UTC
Between the words
Of a book
Is where the magic happens.
Between the words
The characters’ lives
Go way out of
The storyline.
Between the letters
A character
Is not slaying
The dragons
Or slumbering
For a century.
In the margins
The characters think
Outside of the plot,
And while the words
Of a book
Are magical,
between the words
Is the best part.
Jul 9, 2019
Jul 9, 2019 at 12:29 PM UTC
a golden mare
strength and power
inspiration and imagination
flowing in rhythm or rhyme
thoughts in words I share
passion moving forward in time
roads of emotions; feelings I stride
paths of decisions; thoughts I ride
experiencing; distance and abilities
within my mind galloping the margins
of my quenching desire written
running wild and free
a golden horse
the perfect palomino of poetry
Oct 12, 2016
Oct 12, 2016 at 12:30 AM UTC
Some moments can be felt
as though they are written
into a chapter of your life.
The intensity of an event piercing
through the thin paper of your being,
bleeding onto several following pages.
Pull out a book and write
in the margins,
the words only matter if you
ponder them,
and let their meaning drip
from your mind.
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 1:23 AM UTC
Something is broken:
Whole lives reduced to numbers-
Disposable lives.
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 2:35 AM UTC
Day 2 to no prevail
with infinite available
my thoughts are, going
Idle
No pressure , Zero gravity
Speaking my mind
In freaking rhymes
I'm bored
Can't even call
up a chord
It's dire, yet today
I'm impossibly smiling
but I'm afraid
this can only work once
Why?
the same
Dang
thing
Comes out
Every time
Bored
My train of thoughts
looks like graphite
trains are _______ I don't
Know
(The following was written in the margins)
So now I'm
going Sideways
my life is sideways
but no one ever got
anywhere
cool
by
walking
forward
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 12:31 PM UTC
Something is broken
Whole lives reduced to numbers
Disposable lives
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 10:59 PM UTC
There’s a rubber band around me
It stretches from head to toe
I jump to extend my boundaries
With no avail I bounce back
It’s those invisible screens
Reflecting ideals and promises
Where is the freedom we dreamed?
When there’s nothing beyond
We’re our own poison
With a society so tightened
Can we try to express something?
Or are we doomed to silence
It’s harrowing beyond measure
The world that we’ve created
Carved up and delivered with,
Margins of error and doubt.
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 6:08 PM UTC