#pawns
The hour of the wolf calls
Cool dark sharp but calm
No moonlight howl or cry
Head down and focused frown
Pawns are pushed into place
The risks we trust to take
With good faith in calculus
These gods are among us
Energetic plight flickers
Spattered anger flouts
Dilated rage with white teeth out
To think beyond aloud
Funny how the face of a clown
can quickly change it's mouth
Nov 11, 2020
Nov 11, 2020 at 6:37 PM UTC
When I am sleeping
I am the queen
Of all the land
And all the people are my pawns
My king does not exist
Merely just something the people have made up in their thoughts
This here is my land
And only mine
I will not let the negative views of the conscious world
Enter
This is my cotton candy and marshmallow
Kingdom
Where there are no adults to order me around
When I am here
There are no limits
To what I and my people cannot and can do
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 3:14 PM UTC
Grown enough for nicotine
Adult enough to be a feen
Yet too young for THC
Or to pour myself a drink?
Mature enough for a felony
The system to take life from me
Still youth is used against me
Seems it doesn’t matter what I think..
Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 1:53 AM UTC
Like a puddle of conciseness I gazed within, I saw something,
not of reality, was this a nightmare in a teacup of reflections?
But as it evaporated I saw that wondering gaze among the
blind effigies that looked into nothingness.
I wondered my view upon the multitudes of shaded white,
what I hadn't seen as my overlook of what was inner most
close to my perceiving. Then I saw it, how did I not envision
this before? Was my gaze swollen with the shallow husks of
those clambering around me. Like an afterimage fleeting.
It was as if it was jumping in shallow puddles, for just a time
not to make waves in a sea of nothingness. For even the slightest
motions collected on the shores of others perceiving.
I was in a chess match, in a board of rookies..
Where those before me once me? I collected myself.
*"Was I a pawn or another player in a field
of knights who had fallen,*
I was weaving like spider silk, afterimages of where I
had once been. I had become accustom to the intricate
notions of what could and could not be grasped upon.
The blank ones even though of momentary emotions,
when it or they perjured upon them.
Then I noticed, they became more than just chandeliers of
static light. Emotions were collecting in the corners of what
were vacant sockets of vision. I was no longer alone in this
place of shaded memories. Knowing that they were not of
the purring kitten collections, more of the great white playing
in a kinder garden of seals.
I watched as they consumed each pool, that which was
vacant now fell dissolving into tears of memories fading
beyond there contemplation. But as each painting of
memories was dissolved they were smirking as if they
or it knew I was watching the destruction of their actions.
Knowing what I had seen, I was the knight on a field of
pawns. They were innocence in playground of land mines.
Each step was unconditionally their continuation or the
inevitable disillusion to extinction. My morals were as in
life as in death, never to let harm befall those of needing.
To Continued in the final part 4
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 11:52 AM UTC
Life is complicated
Full of things unwanted
Stresses never sought
Relations unintended, just created
Feeble beings living scripted
Roles, unaware we are all pawns
In the same game of chess
Sent to die first
So the best can thrive
Life is complicated
Even when it ends
JM 3/6/17
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 7:26 PM UTC
Do you see what I see?
We have descended into the belly of the beast.
Houses crowd together, their dead eyes staring out.
They’ve sprung up overnight like
Ugly toadstools.
The machines on the hill are busy
Scraping away the old. By that I mean
What was there before,
A forest naturally,
And putting up these monstrosities instead.
It can’t be let well enough alone.
There are too many people and someone’s got to make a buck.
The world burns down to the filter.
We suffer the fevers of the dry needle people,
And are left with what has been
Torn out from under us.
Some privy chair propped us up with potions.
Dutiful pawns, riding the arcs they have fashioned,
They pay us a small ransom
To cull and sell their wares.
Simple sticks and carrots are not enough to wake us.
The damage thus wrought we pay no mind to –
Subdivisions, shopping malls, parking lots.
There are too many people and someone has to pay.
Nov 3, 2016
Nov 3, 2016 at 9:33 AM UTC
I know that i am worthless,
I know that i am just a pawn in their game.
They always look down at me, laughing hysterically as if I was a broken slave, trying to entertain. I try to fit in,
but I can’t truly do that when I am the one they laugh at.
I am the one they hit, the one they break.
I am the one they know will one day come with a knife, ready to strike.
I am the used,
I am the worthless pawn, the one that they send to the enemy,
as they feast on the meat that they have stolen.
I am the abandoned,
the one no one would look twice at.
I know that I am just a pawn in their game,
I know that I am worthless.
And yet,
I stay with them.
Such a worthless pawn.
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 11:01 AM UTC
This life is a big chessboard,
You are the only pawn on your side.
It is your call what you be,
You can be any of the many pawns.
Take care what to choose,
You be a pawn star, not a pornstar.
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 10:46 AM UTC
*Revolution is basically
pawns trying to overthrow a king*
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 12:00 AM UTC
*A tragic tradition from times long past
Weak of wit and hard of heart
Thus pawns are born and
Circumstance plays its part
Here we stand again, aghast
Alas, what evil has come to pass!
Questions burn, anger rises
Vengeance brews on the horizon
The world has turned for years and years
On violence and wars, and bitter tears
You build - they break, you smile - they’re fake
Injustice reigns in misfortune’s wake
Struggle for some, victory for others
Caps are waved with fair-weather feathers
Who are they, who are we?
Who is safe, who is free?
Where is the heart that knows no fear?
Where is the mind that’s always clear?
An ephemeral world, a passing phase
The old, the new
The false, the true
A blink of an eye in eternity’s gaze
Yet weak-minded malignancies
Must ply their trade of misery
Dispensed with as refuse in this life
****** as bartered souls in the next
Fate’s hand is heavy and dark is the night
For the vicious heart and feeble intellect.*
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 8:57 AM UTC
only you can understand the pain that i’ve been through.
cause you’ve been forwards and backwards as many times as I
And lying on our backs we arrive
at the gates
the gates of infinity
the recipes written down
and the past all is we’ve got
to hold on to
As I spiral into oblivion
All I can think about is you
As I drown in my eternal misery all I can remember
Is that there was a time
When I thought everything would be all right
There was a time
When the world didn’t seem like such a bad place
When I didn’t notice all the corruption
And when the eruptions commence
I shall remember your name
But as my grasp on the earth recedes please,
Please don’t forget me
As a pawn in your game
I can’t safely say
What I feel
However I renounce the position of pawn
And demand the position of queen
For no one but me understands
What’s been clearly bestowed in your hands
Hidden away in eternity
Lies the key to immortality
And as your memories begin to accumulate
Mine slowly starts to fade away
But don’t worry my dear
It’s all still very clear
Forget me not, darling
I’ll forget you, in the morning.
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 10:24 PM UTC