A Pawn in the Binary clash of Chess A Pretender in the Perpetual game of Life A Seeker of the Absolute truth through Words I am all - and none

With chance meetings anticipation resurfaced, Serendipity knocked and he answered the door. She showed him the road of inevitability, spending the years getting to know, aligning quirks with quirks, wondering, wandering, withering away. It was the only road he would ever know.

I’ve walked the tranquil paths of the magical forests. With fairy and gnome I’ve hugged threes of old, felt the connection to the mother of all. Felt being alive in a place of life, that just keeps on living. I’ve huffed and puffed and struggled for days but I’ve sat on the summit, on the top of the world. I’ve see it’s beauty on a cloud free day. I’ll huff again for the vastness and expanse. Over fields and meadows so far stretching with no beginning nor end. Flowers bloom. Butterflies swar

down every street,  around every corner,  into every cul-de-sac and back these castles, abominations  of the land, mushroom.  Behind their thin curtains, they keep an eye out,  never looking in. Behind blinds and shutters their perverted lives, petty and poor,  crumbles.

You said “come!” and I followed Through forests with paths so ancient but now forsaken Under Tarmac roads where silence whispered in solitude Over the endless meadows of dreams we walked But deep in the misty-covered moorland we lost our ways You went your way and I went mine but still side by side we carried on Two souls joined at the hip and bound - apart - by the protective light everlasting

Twice bitten by a snake or an ant on the grassy lawn that was my childhood

Winter clouds filled with the snow flakes too afraid to fall to my feet. I wait and long for the day their courage return so I can huddle up and sleep

Go and be Happy I could care but I don’t Anymore Anyway Be Free Be Happy Be Gone Be Tch

The back roads of life Rarely scenic Without street lights To guide you Home

The words, the lines, what’s written in-between, the subtleties of minds, do you get them, or do you disagree?

Love, oh love so grand the night before the morning sun. Mayhap did mead cloud my heart or not yet to decide. No coin left my pockets all empty must have had a helluva of a time. Still asleep beside me never before seen a stranger, vaguely resembling a female from yesterday’s dream. Not much left of her all transformed morphed into something new. Sparkling blue eyes removed lenses floating in a cup nearby. Curly hair soft as silk detached and hung beside the bed. A bosom to die for attached

am I alive without pain do you see me I’m waiving white banners high above blue sky no birds in sight no sound from a cloud free night am I here do I fall is there a point to it all scratching orange roses in the garden lawn not mowed growing strong unaided on a sunny day no rain will fall for sure?

go stand by the wayside beneath the broken lamp go in solitude stand in silence remain as midnight pass when moons appear 'twixt pillars of glass close your eyes hold your breath and count the hour release you thoughts expand your mind embrace the moment under the stars then follow the guidance of your beating heart

forty-five degrees fever of death no strength no desire no breath not apologizing I bite your shoulder excitement taking over sorry curls on skin skin on skin skin cover bones bones hide beneath slippery when wet I slip excited and breathless apologizing wordless your eyes tells the story no words are required your tremble your shake your smile I awake

The pain of the passing, undoubted, no warning as if mortal man of lesser knowing gave up the life freely. Shaking, trembling as only the last day of summer can. The tale of bitter ale, quenching the thirst of life, from barren lands up mountains and mounds. A sun is setting over desert and dust, an empty chair topples and dies.

My words are better spoken by others, not by me. I mumble a lot apparently, only screaming voice I hear. Speak up! you say Don’t shout at me! I try, I try - honestly No, my words are better spoken by others, not by me.

Bacchus, oh Bacchus honey dripping slowly down mixing with the blood of young the hips so slender, waving enticing, inviting me in rave rave rave I feel no fear my dear your almighty power releases me the voices I hear are dead in my ear the sea of souls embraces me  

You bathed in my energy, cleansing you broken heart, swimming in the river of life, done but not apart. So pretty in pink, and fully covered, you reached out far, to the wicked stars. Fearless on stormy seas, stormy on quiet nights, we raced head to head,  aimlessly. Paris in the spring, no one would win, the game of life, no wishes, all demands. In the lap of the gods, we get what we deserve, in the lap of the gods, only the silent call is heard.

because we’re worth it         apparently you’re not         obviously pretty enough         stealing time running around         SIT DOWN! never quite here         nor there always on the go         I wiggle my toe you disagree         loudly I agree         in silence you disagree         obviously because we’re worth it         apparently         

in the city that never dies tired eyes roll up the sky wicked witches are flying high caring nought for those in line. empty streets, and broken lights casting shadows seen by none the silent echo howling wild we’re all going to die. but meet me at the border go where I reside I’m borderline by nature borderline by choice. I expect you at the crossing betwixt the pillars of light no empty street awaits you you’re not going to die. we’ll join the line astanding steady on the ground our eyes firml