#uno
"8th March 2018
A pen found its ink
A purpose found its man
Art,
The mother of all that's beautiful
brought me a gift
A life skill that would be my passage of lift
He came to life in unhealthy mental weathers,
his soul was birthed in shabby unearthly waters
and bound to mine
in an everlasting covalence.
he was given to me an agent of healing – an outlet,
a living freedom;
a drain for my pain,
a gift and a curse he is a stain on the domain of my name – but
I take pride in our duality,
my existence paradigm was on the edge of a cliff
suicidal - I lay on my back under the roof
of a gloomy identity
my name and my frame
soaked in melancholia of a quantity
that exceeds the infinite.
DEAR WORDSMITH
You and I
Are a year older
I am a decade wiser
I can feel it in my hair
the truth in its absolute quintessence
is a universe closer.
The way you hold my mind in your gloves
gives me sleepless nights and faceless days
but who am I to question my panacea?
I promise I will make the most of what we can be.
A savior, a tutor, a sage
My poet, my light, my flame, my light.
WordSmith_Wiz
03/08/2019
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 6:03 PM UTC
Tragedy ends here and now
Pull me through the wires
I can sense your blood thirst
Did your business go down?
Unfortunate that the war ended
For you, I limit the life expectations
Judge ruled out the grave stones
For you, dealing requires no mercy
No heart for heartless creatures
Who put them through this?
Have you no soul that’s pure?
Then must the robots finish you
They’ve one thing common with you
They function without a heart
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 8:37 AM UTC
one by one
each card is dealt to you,
another chance comes your way,
seven new chances lie in your hands.
each card
is full of new hope, opportunity and desires,
you take a close look at them all
with those gleaming eyes.
to you this is nothing but a game
as you feel no shame,
you skip over other’s emotions
and reverse the connections you have made.
you proudly discard them each
one at a time
and pick up more along the way,
before leaving the others behind.
they eventually all are placed in your discard pile
until there is a singular one left,
a single card, she is all that is left,
and you contently call “uno”.
your turn approaches again,
you look down at your final card
with your gazing green eyes,
and you place her too, in the discard pile.
Dec 14, 2017
Dec 14, 2017 at 10:18 PM UTC
You Know
That You Know
That You Know
You Know
DLR
04/09/2016
Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 4:56 AM UTC
Uno, yes uno, just one. One winner that is.
The game where fathers condemn their daughters to draw fours without mercy, and mothers just skip their sons.
The game where friends and foes change as swiftly as Hermes carries around bustling news to the gods.
Oh how I love the game. There’s no such thing as a civil round of uno. No matter how hard you try, you will turn in your spoon and tea cup for draws and skips. Where reds frequently fall.
Colors will trap you in their endless loops, unless you have the number to set you free.
Yes uno, just one. One winner there’ll be.
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 2:32 PM UTC
One Step
The only way is forwards
One Path
The only one I'll take
One Destination
The only one I'll get to
One Life
The only one I've got
One Chance
The only one I should need
One Shot
To **** or to succeed
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 10:00 PM UTC
Uno mas,
or "one more."
One more stop until we're home
or close enough to call it so.
One more stop until we're close enough
to driving our car and picking up ***
roadside.
To grabbing a coffee
to restart the night.
To talking 'till that predawn light
that reminds us why
we fell in love
the first time.
Uno
mas.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 11:14 PM UTC